Submissions by CeCe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Mar 2015 1:43am
13th Mar 2015 1:43am
Different Kind Of Madness
You inspired in me a different kind of madness.
Unaffected thus before.
Impervious to the charms of southern boys.
Humid & presumptuous.
In their entitled belief of driving the girls wild.
No, I never cared for the crazy notions of romance.
Didn’t fall victim to the charms of Romeo.
Or lies told from the cabs of pickup trucks.
Sweet nothings passed through deceitful lips.
I was always strong in the face of false prophets.
Until you.
yes, you inspired in me a different kind of madness. ...
Unaffected thus before.
Impervious to the charms of southern boys.
Humid & presumptuous.
In their entitled belief of driving the girls wild.
No, I never cared for the crazy notions of romance.
Didn’t fall victim to the charms of Romeo.
Or lies told from the cabs of pickup trucks.
Sweet nothings passed through deceitful lips.
I was always strong in the face of false prophets.
Until you.
yes, you inspired in me a different kind of madness. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2015 6:12am
22nd Feb 2015 6:12am
48 hour detox
For 2 weeks I smoked the black tar of your love.
You became my opiate.
My drug of choice.
The heroin for my heart.
I inhaled & breathed it in deeply.
The drug of you overtaking me.
I injected you in my veins.
And instantly you took away the pain.
Addicted to your words.
Your manic artist rambling.
Your perfect reply’s.
Waking up looking to score.
Laying down at night wanting more.
I’m so high on you baby.
Don’t even remember what I felt like before.
I...
You became my opiate.
My drug of choice.
The heroin for my heart.
I inhaled & breathed it in deeply.
The drug of you overtaking me.
I injected you in my veins.
And instantly you took away the pain.
Addicted to your words.
Your manic artist rambling.
Your perfect reply’s.
Waking up looking to score.
Laying down at night wanting more.
I’m so high on you baby.
Don’t even remember what I felt like before.
I...
805 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Feb 2015 7:36am
16th Feb 2015 7:36am
Hard, Fast & Loud
Loyalty & luck.
Lions in lust.
No casual fuck,
Not a fleeting thing made of simple feelings.
Or magic dust.
Stars aligned, heavens parted.
Constellations changed.
To make way for these mad lovers.
These two rare creatures cut from the same cloth.
Bound by similarities.
Sanctified in the sound.
Bound by the noise inside the artists mind.
And anointed by the priests of punk life.
They fall deeply,
They fall hard, fast & too loudly.
Both grasping the...
Lions in lust.
No casual fuck,
Not a fleeting thing made of simple feelings.
Or magic dust.
Stars aligned, heavens parted.
Constellations changed.
To make way for these mad lovers.
These two rare creatures cut from the same cloth.
Bound by similarities.
Sanctified in the sound.
Bound by the noise inside the artists mind.
And anointed by the priests of punk life.
They fall deeply,
They fall hard, fast & too loudly.
Both grasping the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Nov 2014 6:19pm
9th Nov 2014 6:19pm
Birth Of The Rebel
Hey man…I’d be your hippie bad girl…
I’d be just like my mother was, down to the core,
Free love flowing, dope smoking, protesting the war.
Rebellious soul born on Dylan & The Doors.
Tripping through Frisco with flowers in my hair.
Dancing topless in the park without a care.
Just the word LOVE & the symbol for peace painted on my skin so bare.
I would’ve been hanging with Abbie, Kesey, Leary,
Questioning Authority.
Causing trouble across the country.
Acid dropping, Black Beauty popping.
Getting’ beat up in...
I’d be just like my mother was, down to the core,
Free love flowing, dope smoking, protesting the war.
Rebellious soul born on Dylan & The Doors.
Tripping through Frisco with flowers in my hair.
Dancing topless in the park without a care.
Just the word LOVE & the symbol for peace painted on my skin so bare.
I would’ve been hanging with Abbie, Kesey, Leary,
Questioning Authority.
Causing trouble across the country.
Acid dropping, Black Beauty popping.
Getting’ beat up in...
704 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Nov 2014 5:07am
4th Nov 2014 5:07am
My Father Like Socrates
My father like Socrates...
He speaks philosophies of ancient rhythm.
Synchronicity in his vision.
Lines of regret & justice make up his timber.
The elegant way his voice shifts.
The way his mind remembers.
The momentum is uplifted, the track skips.
This time I did that…kid, you’ll never know what it was like back in the day when movies cost a nickel.
Here...now, in the presence of some living kerouacian character.
You have seen something truly beautiful.
An artist in their habitat.
A retreat for the freaks.
The grandfather of...
He speaks philosophies of ancient rhythm.
Synchronicity in his vision.
Lines of regret & justice make up his timber.
The elegant way his voice shifts.
The way his mind remembers.
The momentum is uplifted, the track skips.
This time I did that…kid, you’ll never know what it was like back in the day when movies cost a nickel.
Here...now, in the presence of some living kerouacian character.
You have seen something truly beautiful.
An artist in their habitat.
A retreat for the freaks.
The grandfather of...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Sep 2014 11:17pm
28th Sep 2014 11:17pm
What He Sees
That complicated girl, too wrapped up in bullshit which holds her back, a wild beast who whispers wisdom of carnal knowledge, a beauty who thinks herself to be bland, an artist too shy to realize her abilities. A goddess still waiting to be born. He sees it all. The pain, the ratta tat tat of her skip in the distance, trying to escape . Desperately . Just attempting to breath. The keys she may choose to sing are always sad, always melancholy. The songs remind you of things lost & gone forever. Things you never had but recall just to feel complete. It hits a place deep down which needs to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jul 2014 10:00pm
27th Jul 2014 10:00pm
Mistress CeCe
I stand before you.
In patent leather knee high boots.
Pacing…
I Ponder your ability to withstand pain.
Do you like it rough my little bitch, slave ?
Slapping a paddle on my palm.
You beg for me to beat you.
And so I do.
I sit on your face,
Pondering your ability to give me pleasure.
Do you like it down there ?
Does my slave like to be smothered ?
You want more,
Dirty, little whore.
Of course you do.
But I’m not gonna give it to you.
Just wait,
And want it.
And maybe soon…
Again, I’ll beat...
In patent leather knee high boots.
Pacing…
I Ponder your ability to withstand pain.
Do you like it rough my little bitch, slave ?
Slapping a paddle on my palm.
You beg for me to beat you.
And so I do.
I sit on your face,
Pondering your ability to give me pleasure.
Do you like it down there ?
Does my slave like to be smothered ?
You want more,
Dirty, little whore.
Of course you do.
But I’m not gonna give it to you.
Just wait,
And want it.
And maybe soon…
Again, I’ll beat...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jul 2014 10:03pm
19th Jul 2014 10:03pm
New Pain
I need a new pain.
Something sweet to release me.
Some kind of other craving.
That would feel more pleasing.
New hate.
It only pollutes my being.
Need a new love to erase this feeling.
Need a new look, so you don’t know me.
Would rather be something you've never seen.
When I glance in the mirror I don’t wanna see what you once wanted.
My own face, my voice, my laugh, my mind is haunted.
Need something else to regret instead of ever knowing you.
Even for the moment just need someone new.
Anything else to plague me at night....
Something sweet to release me.
Some kind of other craving.
That would feel more pleasing.
New hate.
It only pollutes my being.
Need a new love to erase this feeling.
Need a new look, so you don’t know me.
Would rather be something you've never seen.
When I glance in the mirror I don’t wanna see what you once wanted.
My own face, my voice, my laugh, my mind is haunted.
Need something else to regret instead of ever knowing you.
Even for the moment just need someone new.
Anything else to plague me at night....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jul 2014 8:40pm
19th Jul 2014 8:40pm
333
The succession of numbers...
Sometimes it plagues me.
Sometimes it drains me.
And sometimes it renews my faith in...
The stability of numbers.
The unwavering fact they cannot be rediscovered.
The more I see it, the more I believe.
In some extraordinary math.
Some unknown secret.
Some crazy path.
333
Can this prophecy be real ?
Will it be revealed ?
Or will it remain a mystery ?
Something I keep waiting to find at an exact time.
333
The time I die or create my masterpiece.
Or the time i meet prince...
Sometimes it plagues me.
Sometimes it drains me.
And sometimes it renews my faith in...
The stability of numbers.
The unwavering fact they cannot be rediscovered.
The more I see it, the more I believe.
In some extraordinary math.
Some unknown secret.
Some crazy path.
333
Can this prophecy be real ?
Will it be revealed ?
Or will it remain a mystery ?
Something I keep waiting to find at an exact time.
333
The time I die or create my masterpiece.
Or the time i meet prince...
813 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jul 2014 4:18am
15th Jul 2014 4:18am
If More People Knew Who You Are, I Would Dress Up As You For Halloween
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SONG LYRICS
Published
15th Jul 2014 4:14am
15th Jul 2014 4:14am
Take Your Time
Take your time.
Please be careful.
In your watch,
Of the hand that ticks, that tocks,
That takes our time.
Like flickers of youth,
Wasted by mindless games,
By truant thoughts,
With thoughtless ryhmes.
Take your time.
With lovers who may blind,
With leaves falling upon sidewalks.
With waves crashing upon the shore.
With souls mingling.
Friends and lovers and the laugh of a brother.
It's all we take from life.
So, with these things...take your time.
For of time you can take no more.
I live every...
Please be careful.
In your watch,
Of the hand that ticks, that tocks,
That takes our time.
Like flickers of youth,
Wasted by mindless games,
By truant thoughts,
With thoughtless ryhmes.
Take your time.
With lovers who may blind,
With leaves falling upon sidewalks.
With waves crashing upon the shore.
With souls mingling.
Friends and lovers and the laugh of a brother.
It's all we take from life.
So, with these things...take your time.
For of time you can take no more.
I live every...
853 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2013 1:10am
15th Jun 2013 1:10am
Carry Me
Could you please carry me along with you....maybe in your
pocket,
Could you tell me when I'm wrong and then just to stop it.
Could you hold me up and keep me strong,
And could you please just tell me where I belong.
If I could let you breath for me, well then you might see what
I see,
Go ahead. Lead my life and see how fast you would leave.
Could you help me keep my limits and hear my own words of
wisdom,
And please...tell me of lies dear, for of truth there is none.
Though I would need you to walk for me, speak for me and
please, ...
pocket,
Could you tell me when I'm wrong and then just to stop it.
Could you hold me up and keep me strong,
And could you please just tell me where I belong.
If I could let you breath for me, well then you might see what
I see,
Go ahead. Lead my life and see how fast you would leave.
Could you help me keep my limits and hear my own words of
wisdom,
And please...tell me of lies dear, for of truth there is none.
Though I would need you to walk for me, speak for me and
please, ...
817 reads
4 Comments
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