Submissions by CeCe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Blah-trouble-blah-bad relationships-blah-people die-drugs-fuckin blah-I write all this shit down in some way, twisted in metaphor, verbs slung through vague descriptions or blunt force with harsh words. Blah-
Rain Drops
Rain on down, pour it all over me,
Still with this acid in my eyes, I can't see.
Hail on me, because it's the only thing I can feel,
The only thing that pleases me and keeps me real.
Rain Drops; Quiet little thoughts.
Falling through the sky,
Wind rushes us by.
Clouds gracefully stay still.
A star falls.
A wish is made.
A song plays.
Memories and old hopes flash by,
I think of you from across the sky.
Remember us, we were so great.
I laugh and cry and wonder why I had to fuck up our fate.
I feel hopeless and helpless...
Still with this acid in my eyes, I can't see.
Hail on me, because it's the only thing I can feel,
The only thing that pleases me and keeps me real.
Rain Drops; Quiet little thoughts.
Falling through the sky,
Wind rushes us by.
Clouds gracefully stay still.
A star falls.
A wish is made.
A song plays.
Memories and old hopes flash by,
I think of you from across the sky.
Remember us, we were so great.
I laugh and cry and wonder why I had to fuck up our fate.
I feel hopeless and helpless...
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A Wink & A Smile
It may seem darling,
That I'm always in your dreams.
That face....out in the crowd,
Those eyes that follow you around.
A wink and a smile from days long past,
A memory of a face for which your mind is attached.
A certain thing I said or how I looked laying in your bed,
Those things you'll remember, those things shall forever stick in your head.
And sometimes...
Late at night, you may feel a presence watching you sleep,
Don't get scared baby, you know that's just me.
Written in 2001
That I'm always in your dreams.
That face....out in the crowd,
Those eyes that follow you around.
A wink and a smile from days long past,
A memory of a face for which your mind is attached.
A certain thing I said or how I looked laying in your bed,
Those things you'll remember, those things shall forever stick in your head.
And sometimes...
Late at night, you may feel a presence watching you sleep,
Don't get scared baby, you know that's just me.
Written in 2001
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Go Down
Wanna slide down my mountain.
Rocky and steep.
Yeah, slide down in my valley.
Vast and green.
Suffer in my suburbs.
Quiet and cheap.
Live in my high-rise.
Fashionable and elite.
Go down in my gutters.
Dirty and depraved.
If you really want to know me...
You'll have to take this journey through my jungle.
You'll have to go down deep.
You'll have to...stumble through my desert.
Hot and barren.
Still, you have only seen a small part of me.
If you're true you'll find it.
The secret path...
Rocky and steep.
Yeah, slide down in my valley.
Vast and green.
Suffer in my suburbs.
Quiet and cheap.
Live in my high-rise.
Fashionable and elite.
Go down in my gutters.
Dirty and depraved.
If you really want to know me...
You'll have to take this journey through my jungle.
You'll have to go down deep.
You'll have to...stumble through my desert.
Hot and barren.
Still, you have only seen a small part of me.
If you're true you'll find it.
The secret path...
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Broken
Ancient reasons behind you…
Desire grows with every passing day.
The same fire flows through our veins.
Both you and I,
Somehow, of the same grain.
Yet, I sit far away from you.
I look outside my window,
I see Persian skies of red and yellow.
When you come down I'll greet you.
I'll show you the way.
But until then my dear,
You will remain….
Broken.
Lost.
Searching for something you won't find.
For some other hands that will feel like mine.
But your heart won't beat for another pain.
Like the one my lips give...
Desire grows with every passing day.
The same fire flows through our veins.
Both you and I,
Somehow, of the same grain.
Yet, I sit far away from you.
I look outside my window,
I see Persian skies of red and yellow.
When you come down I'll greet you.
I'll show you the way.
But until then my dear,
You will remain….
Broken.
Lost.
Searching for something you won't find.
For some other hands that will feel like mine.
But your heart won't beat for another pain.
Like the one my lips give...
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To Whom It May Concern
To whom it may concern.
This heart has been burned.
This pride has been hurt.
It's been beaten & bruised.
And now in the cold,
I lick my wounds.
This soul has changed,
Color & shape.
Been blackened.
All over again.
To be cruel.
Just like it used to.
Protective of this heart.
Which you so casually scorned.
This heart which I warned you not to hurt.
To whom it may concern.
This bitter taste has never been worse.
Never has my smile been so forced.
My will,
So rehearsed.
This desire has...
This heart has been burned.
This pride has been hurt.
It's been beaten & bruised.
And now in the cold,
I lick my wounds.
This soul has changed,
Color & shape.
Been blackened.
All over again.
To be cruel.
Just like it used to.
Protective of this heart.
Which you so casually scorned.
This heart which I warned you not to hurt.
To whom it may concern.
This bitter taste has never been worse.
Never has my smile been so forced.
My will,
So rehearsed.
This desire has...
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The Hour Of The Goddess
In the hour of the goddess,
The night time becomes me.
I wear nothing but her moonlight on my skin,
In these woods we gather.
We form into a circle.
We chant your name three times.
And then I begin...
I speak aloud the hurt you brought.
The lies you told.
We start to dance...
We speak secret words of revenge three times fold.
Slowly...
Our circle flows.
To a rhythm only we can hear.
I throw into the fire...
A small thing you once held dear.
My circle throws things from the earth.
Dirt, herbs, leaves & worms. ...
The night time becomes me.
I wear nothing but her moonlight on my skin,
In these woods we gather.
We form into a circle.
We chant your name three times.
And then I begin...
I speak aloud the hurt you brought.
The lies you told.
We start to dance...
We speak secret words of revenge three times fold.
Slowly...
Our circle flows.
To a rhythm only we can hear.
I throw into the fire...
A small thing you once held dear.
My circle throws things from the earth.
Dirt, herbs, leaves & worms. ...
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Amber Lee
One night I came upon a girl, she was laying naked by the river bed,
I hope you understand this image was only in my head.
She had mud soaked blond hair,
And a glassy dead stare.
Pasty white flesh,
Rust colored blood, pooled & drying between her bare breasts.
She had an innocent, child like, makeup free face,
And a deep slash along her neck from where her blood had been drained.
That face, maybe she's about 15, such an age to die, to be stuck in that age of belief,
On verge of too young & almost there, just between. ...
I hope you understand this image was only in my head.
She had mud soaked blond hair,
And a glassy dead stare.
Pasty white flesh,
Rust colored blood, pooled & drying between her bare breasts.
She had an innocent, child like, makeup free face,
And a deep slash along her neck from where her blood had been drained.
That face, maybe she's about 15, such an age to die, to be stuck in that age of belief,
On verge of too young & almost there, just between. ...
167 reads
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The Cemetery at Midnight
I hear the cemetery at midnight,
The shadows of the dead dance until the light.
Quiet whispers of insanity in my mind,
Tortured cries of pain from the blackness outside.
The shadows the scream hate & they worship only pain,
I can hear them because I am the same.
Written in 2002 in Winnemucca, NV. It was actually far past midnight.
The shadows of the dead dance until the light.
Quiet whispers of insanity in my mind,
Tortured cries of pain from the blackness outside.
The shadows the scream hate & they worship only pain,
I can hear them because I am the same.
Written in 2002 in Winnemucca, NV. It was actually far past midnight.
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Lovely Slave
In the dark I walk.
Walk for me...
The devil speaks.
Wanna bleed ?
Well then, bleed for me.
The beast speaks softly.
Underneath his breath.
Caress me...
And you can be.
One of my little puppets.
I call earthly beings.
Sweet, softly.
He whispers in my ear.
Dear...dear lovely slave.
You behave.
As I command you.
True.
I am he, root of all evil.
But still you yearn...
To stay awhile,
In my sin filled temple.
Wanna Bleed ?
Well, bleed for me.
He speaks.
Softly, sweet.
My love...
Walk for me...
The devil speaks.
Wanna bleed ?
Well then, bleed for me.
The beast speaks softly.
Underneath his breath.
Caress me...
And you can be.
One of my little puppets.
I call earthly beings.
Sweet, softly.
He whispers in my ear.
Dear...dear lovely slave.
You behave.
As I command you.
True.
I am he, root of all evil.
But still you yearn...
To stay awhile,
In my sin filled temple.
Wanna Bleed ?
Well, bleed for me.
He speaks.
Softly, sweet.
My love...
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We Bleed Ink
We bleed ink.
We...
Draw it out on cryptic paper.
We write it beneath.
Beneath the lines of regular society.
Beneath what you see.
What you believe in.
What you dream of.
Deep in the night.
We bleed ink around it.
Like a shell holding an ancient creature.
Around the possibilities of us.
Of we...flawed human beings.
We bleed ink underneath.
Underneath the teaching of genius minds.
Twisting in the wind like leaves in a future storm.
You warn me.
Warn me not to stray from my soul.
We bleed ink.
Around...
We...
Draw it out on cryptic paper.
We write it beneath.
Beneath the lines of regular society.
Beneath what you see.
What you believe in.
What you dream of.
Deep in the night.
We bleed ink around it.
Like a shell holding an ancient creature.
Around the possibilities of us.
Of we...flawed human beings.
We bleed ink underneath.
Underneath the teaching of genius minds.
Twisting in the wind like leaves in a future storm.
You warn me.
Warn me not to stray from my soul.
We bleed ink.
Around...
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Messa De Verbones
Crazy stupid random blackness...
Is what I feel beneath.
Stupid crazy random blackness...
Never been released.
Hear what I may say untethered from this past prison of words.
This jungle of unrequited verbs.
This river of adjectives unreleased upon the world.
Breaking down boundaries of the disappointed & disturbed.
Be still & listen...
Can you hear the roar of my arrangement?
Or do you deafen yourself with complacement?
Written 5/28/2010
Is what I feel beneath.
Stupid crazy random blackness...
Never been released.
Hear what I may say untethered from this past prison of words.
This jungle of unrequited verbs.
This river of adjectives unreleased upon the world.
Breaking down boundaries of the disappointed & disturbed.
Be still & listen...
Can you hear the roar of my arrangement?
Or do you deafen yourself with complacement?
Written 5/28/2010
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