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-
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2023 1:19am
13th Jul 2023 1:19am
Our Corner Of Heaven
You are such a perfect muse
No other I’d rather use
For the fodder than makes me better
Or the midnight love we share together
All the odd rhythms that synch our wishes
The reality that rips our stitches
A silence that stretches out between us
Breaking the cloud of all consuming lust
A playback reel, a corrosive stain left like rust
Internal screams meant to break some
The sirens from which we run
I will never refuse you my sweet
Or the tainted nectar we share in dreams
Some corner of heaven where we hope to meet ...
No other I’d rather use
For the fodder than makes me better
Or the midnight love we share together
All the odd rhythms that synch our wishes
The reality that rips our stitches
A silence that stretches out between us
Breaking the cloud of all consuming lust
A playback reel, a corrosive stain left like rust
Internal screams meant to break some
The sirens from which we run
I will never refuse you my sweet
Or the tainted nectar we share in dreams
Some corner of heaven where we hope to meet ...
#love
#fate
#spiritual #heaven
#spiritual #heaven
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2023 1:04am
13th Jul 2023 1:04am
Life and Death
You have to grab life
There’s just not enough fucking time
I don’t know how many people you know that have died...
But mine have been substantial
The people lost feel like near extinct animals
I have cried too many times for the souls left alive
For the wishes unfilled
For the tears we’ll never dry
For the times I didn’t speak
Didn’t tell them what I believed
Never allowed the sparks to pass between
Like lovers dancing on the screen
Left somewhere in an open field
All the random possibilities
The chances. The...
There’s just not enough fucking time
I don’t know how many people you know that have died...
But mine have been substantial
The people lost feel like near extinct animals
I have cried too many times for the souls left alive
For the wishes unfilled
For the tears we’ll never dry
For the times I didn’t speak
Didn’t tell them what I believed
Never allowed the sparks to pass between
Like lovers dancing on the screen
Left somewhere in an open field
All the random possibilities
The chances. The...
#love
#identity
#death #LifeChangingMoment
#death #LifeChangingMoment
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2023 9:39pm
23rd Jun 2023 9:39pm
She's Just A Vacation
For you she is like Mexico
A place you sometimes choose to go
Someplace that feels good for the time you’re in her
A warm village of insatiable decadence that can feel like a cure
Just pleasing, dangerous and exotic enough to be magical
It’s your vacation so you believe there’s no need to be reciprocal
She’s just close enough and mostly cheap
You don’t have to be rich to see her, you can feel like a king
Whenever you want to Mi Amore…even twice a week
Not a place you want to live or forever be
Only dream for a while on her sandy...
A place you sometimes choose to go
Someplace that feels good for the time you’re in her
A warm village of insatiable decadence that can feel like a cure
Just pleasing, dangerous and exotic enough to be magical
It’s your vacation so you believe there’s no need to be reciprocal
She’s just close enough and mostly cheap
You don’t have to be rich to see her, you can feel like a king
Whenever you want to Mi Amore…even twice a week
Not a place you want to live or forever be
Only dream for a while on her sandy...
#love
#sexy
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2023 8:52am
15th Jun 2023 8:52am
Sirens
I should've heard the sirens coming
The clarion call of catastrophe
Should've said no when you asked to see me
They say you’re all bastards
Born of bitches and bred to kill
Didn't believe 'em.
Couldn’t help letting you get your fill
I surrendered, let you slaughter my identity
Along with the rest of me
Made for my body you fit as a key
My lips made for drinking
I drank the wine of you so easily
You said you were here to tempt me
To assault my integrity
To arrest my loyalty
For crimes committed...
The clarion call of catastrophe
Should've said no when you asked to see me
They say you’re all bastards
Born of bitches and bred to kill
Didn't believe 'em.
Couldn’t help letting you get your fill
I surrendered, let you slaughter my identity
Along with the rest of me
Made for my body you fit as a key
My lips made for drinking
I drank the wine of you so easily
You said you were here to tempt me
To assault my integrity
To arrest my loyalty
For crimes committed...
#lust
#fate
#obsession
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2018 11:17pm
14th Sep 2018 11:17pm
Phoenix Rising
Dearest Friends & Phoenician Family…Our history is thick as thieves. Shifty like smugglers. Dangerous, dynamic, deadly dealers. We have dug graves together. And for each other. Out in this barren desert. In every kind of way. In the blistering sun on the hottest day. In the middle of the night with rattlers surrounding. Coyotes howlin’ and vultures waiting. “This is what we do. Sick, hung over, tired or thirsty. We show up & play. We do our best.” By now we are interwoven, a quilt of platonic incest. Accept these facts as gospel & rest. We know them to be true. To you it might be...
#friendship
#city
#music
#memories
#art
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2016 9:19pm
23rd Apr 2016 9:19pm
Under Your Spell
Sane when I met you.
Crazy while under your spell.
Helpless to the words you cast.
As you drag me down to hell.
Some kind of chaos magic.
The way you worked my mind.
Turning me into something tragic.
Believing you were someone I’d never find.
Now that the spell is broken I can see clearly.
All you are is a mindfucking Svengali.
And anything I felt was make-believe.
A product of the trick you had up your sleeve.
Sane again.
Stronger.
And wiser still.
Of men like you I’ve had my fill.
The neurotic, self involved...
Crazy while under your spell.
Helpless to the words you cast.
As you drag me down to hell.
Some kind of chaos magic.
The way you worked my mind.
Turning me into something tragic.
Believing you were someone I’d never find.
Now that the spell is broken I can see clearly.
All you are is a mindfucking Svengali.
And anything I felt was make-believe.
A product of the trick you had up your sleeve.
Sane again.
Stronger.
And wiser still.
Of men like you I’ve had my fill.
The neurotic, self involved...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2016 2:23am
6th Feb 2016 2:23am
Single Cell Organism
My brain is the ultimate organ.
The music it makes has a one track mind of its own.
What did I just say a second ago ?
My head is a playground for all that is wrong.
One big cell controlling it all.
It melds, it melts into oblivion.
And into something you could never control.
The drugs, the disasters, the disconnection with it all.
The moment it molded into a shape unknown.
We don’t know. We never saw it happen.
All I am is re-born.
Into this reproduction of my cellular construction.
Without repercussion of emotional or physical...
The music it makes has a one track mind of its own.
What did I just say a second ago ?
My head is a playground for all that is wrong.
One big cell controlling it all.
It melds, it melts into oblivion.
And into something you could never control.
The drugs, the disasters, the disconnection with it all.
The moment it molded into a shape unknown.
We don’t know. We never saw it happen.
All I am is re-born.
Into this reproduction of my cellular construction.
Without repercussion of emotional or physical...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2016 1:34am
6th Feb 2016 1:34am
The Poet & The Painter
I’m a little bit Bukowski baby.
You’re a little bit Basquiat.
Warhol & Whitman.
Poe & Picasso.
Pollock & Plath.
Morrison & Matisse.
You hear the line that means everything.
I see the mixture of colored chaos that creates it all.
Can we make it work like art?
Our combination of creative energy.
Attached to your infected mind & my black heart.
I still ask…Who takes the lead Jackson?
You or me.
Everything exists here between us.
I feel warped & wrong, lust & loneliness,
Sad &...
You’re a little bit Basquiat.
Warhol & Whitman.
Poe & Picasso.
Pollock & Plath.
Morrison & Matisse.
You hear the line that means everything.
I see the mixture of colored chaos that creates it all.
Can we make it work like art?
Our combination of creative energy.
Attached to your infected mind & my black heart.
I still ask…Who takes the lead Jackson?
You or me.
Everything exists here between us.
I feel warped & wrong, lust & loneliness,
Sad &...
#relationships
#LifeAsAWriter
#art
859 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2015 8:46am
19th May 2015 8:46am
Blue
Take me on your journey of pain.
I’ll go along.
Skipping, happily.
Unaware of the clouds forming.
Yes, darling…
Give me sparkling dark blue tears from my eyes & from the sky.
Glittery & blackened,
Darkened by the deceit.
It’s a superhero color but you’re the villain in my dreams.
Forever captive in precious unknown metals,
That piece of my heart that wants you.
A particle of a gem formed by the pressure of promises.
The fraction of my soul which is eternally seeking your truth.
5/2015
I’ll go along.
Skipping, happily.
Unaware of the clouds forming.
Yes, darling…
Give me sparkling dark blue tears from my eyes & from the sky.
Glittery & blackened,
Darkened by the deceit.
It’s a superhero color but you’re the villain in my dreams.
Forever captive in precious unknown metals,
That piece of my heart that wants you.
A particle of a gem formed by the pressure of promises.
The fraction of my soul which is eternally seeking your truth.
5/2015
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6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2015 11:55pm
5th Apr 2015 11:55pm
Habitual
Heartless prick of the needle.
Which holds my weakness...
In the barrel.
You pushed it down like a plunger.
A sociopathic scar.
A piece of art I want to deface.
Something I wished was real but now resign to erase.
An addiction to you.
Words...like bubbles in the spoon.
Intoxicating.
The tone of your skin.
The smell of your day filling up the room.
I get used to it.
The madness.
The score.
Horrible decisions...
To numb myself & use a little more.
Written 3/21/15
Which holds my weakness...
In the barrel.
You pushed it down like a plunger.
A sociopathic scar.
A piece of art I want to deface.
Something I wished was real but now resign to erase.
An addiction to you.
Words...like bubbles in the spoon.
Intoxicating.
The tone of your skin.
The smell of your day filling up the room.
I get used to it.
The madness.
The score.
Horrible decisions...
To numb myself & use a little more.
Written 3/21/15
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4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2015 10:02pm
22nd Mar 2015 10:02pm
This World Where I Make You My King
Yes, I am a queen.
Hard to attain but when had I am all you’ll ever need.
No mistresses in my castle baby.
This queen knows how to keep a king happy.
I am soft & sweet.
Pleasing to the eye & giving in the bedroom.
Gifted in the kitchen & ready to let you rule from my throne.
I am ruthless & righteous.
Loyal & loving.
I would make your mission my beliefs.
Yes, I am a queen.
To be loved, cherished, respected & treated with dignity.
I give it all to my people, my friends, lovers & family. ...
Hard to attain but when had I am all you’ll ever need.
No mistresses in my castle baby.
This queen knows how to keep a king happy.
I am soft & sweet.
Pleasing to the eye & giving in the bedroom.
Gifted in the kitchen & ready to let you rule from my throne.
I am ruthless & righteous.
Loyal & loving.
I would make your mission my beliefs.
Yes, I am a queen.
To be loved, cherished, respected & treated with dignity.
I give it all to my people, my friends, lovers & family. ...
1189 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Mar 2015 5:21pm
13th Mar 2015 5:21pm
So Like Pollock
The manic possession.
Removed from everything around you.
Fingers stained with obsession.
Trying desperately to catch up with the truth.
Is any of it real baby ?
Any of the lines you decided to paint.
The strokes of mad genius.
And sweetest patches of ripped up pictures you chose to paste.
Colors & words you used to erase my doubt & lay my heart to waste.
So like Pollock in your movements.
Your process.
You live in the crazy places we can all go if we allow ourselves. ...
Removed from everything around you.
Fingers stained with obsession.
Trying desperately to catch up with the truth.
Is any of it real baby ?
Any of the lines you decided to paint.
The strokes of mad genius.
And sweetest patches of ripped up pictures you chose to paste.
Colors & words you used to erase my doubt & lay my heart to waste.
So like Pollock in your movements.
Your process.
You live in the crazy places we can all go if we allow ourselves. ...
843 reads
2 Comments
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