Submissions by CeCe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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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, ...
837 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jun 2013 00:59am
7th Jun 2013 00:59am
No Titles, Please
I know I'm dumb and confusing,
Silly and amusing,
Don't mind me it's just your brain I'm abusing.
Fucked up and witty,
With the heart of a lion and eyes missing conformity.
Sexy and smart,
With a burned soul and a shredded heart.
You wanna try my game ?
Witness my shame or destroy my fairytale fame ?
No, you wanna watch me cry in pain and plead once again.
Speak a prayer and Scream.... Amen.
If I could give some advice for you from me, it would simply be...
With no voice you can't sing, without sleep you cannot dream, ...
Silly and amusing,
Don't mind me it's just your brain I'm abusing.
Fucked up and witty,
With the heart of a lion and eyes missing conformity.
Sexy and smart,
With a burned soul and a shredded heart.
You wanna try my game ?
Witness my shame or destroy my fairytale fame ?
No, you wanna watch me cry in pain and plead once again.
Speak a prayer and Scream.... Amen.
If I could give some advice for you from me, it would simply be...
With no voice you can't sing, without sleep you cannot dream, ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2013 00:46am
7th Jun 2013 00:46am
Willful Blindness
Money Burns.
Looks Fade.
Prices are paid.
Now heads turn.
You think you'll remain ingrained in wealth...
You think vanity can equal health.
You'll be ashamed when you find,
That all your money will only blind.
Only hide you from the lies which confine you,
And remind you of what binds you to the dollar which defines you.
Written 4/27/11
Looks Fade.
Prices are paid.
Now heads turn.
You think you'll remain ingrained in wealth...
You think vanity can equal health.
You'll be ashamed when you find,
That all your money will only blind.
Only hide you from the lies which confine you,
And remind you of what binds you to the dollar which defines you.
Written 4/27/11
709 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 00:48am
6th Feb 2013 00:48am
Here In This Place
Here in my restless wave,
All in sight ceases to amaze.
No dreams, no silences, no second goes by without craving...
Peace, sleep, visions of clouds and sounds of serenity,
Why can't my eyes see anything of these things ?
Here in this strange existence,
Nothing you could say would burn my interest.
No sin, no corruption, no revelation will stop my persistence,
For sweet love is my savior,
Your eyes of relief with lips of absolution.
Yes, your soul is my bliss.
Here in this perfect garden,
Something moved inside my heart.
...
All in sight ceases to amaze.
No dreams, no silences, no second goes by without craving...
Peace, sleep, visions of clouds and sounds of serenity,
Why can't my eyes see anything of these things ?
Here in this strange existence,
Nothing you could say would burn my interest.
No sin, no corruption, no revelation will stop my persistence,
For sweet love is my savior,
Your eyes of relief with lips of absolution.
Yes, your soul is my bliss.
Here in this perfect garden,
Something moved inside my heart.
...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
6th Feb 2013 00:10am
6th Feb 2013 00:10am
50 Shades of Boxing Helena/Box Me
I give you more than I hold within.
Serve you more than I can give.
Fall to the ground when you say sit.
I will obey.
I am your pet.
Tie me down.
Tie me up.
Tie me to your fucked up love.
I won't leave, because I can't get free.
That's exactley what you want from me.
Sado-masochistic lover
You're dominating my brain.
Have no use for thoughts.
You only wish to cause me pain.
Hold me down.
But don't hold me up.
In the darkest dungeon of your love.
You cut my being from it's extremities. ...
Serve you more than I can give.
Fall to the ground when you say sit.
I will obey.
I am your pet.
Tie me down.
Tie me up.
Tie me to your fucked up love.
I won't leave, because I can't get free.
That's exactley what you want from me.
Sado-masochistic lover
You're dominating my brain.
Have no use for thoughts.
You only wish to cause me pain.
Hold me down.
But don't hold me up.
In the darkest dungeon of your love.
You cut my being from it's extremities. ...
933 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
25th Jan 2013 10:02pm
25th Jan 2013 10:02pm
Deep Country
If you looked inside.
What would you find ?
A heart of gold.
A soul...black as the night.
Would you find this girl,
She always wants to fight.
When you search this world.
What do you find ?
A plague of war.
Few are true, most rotten to the core.
Do you find
For these things you strive
Have all been had before.
You're in deep country.
I'm not just what you see.
There is a raging sea.
Down inside of me.
There is no truth in our society.
Why would you think there'd be justice in deep country...
What would you find ?
A heart of gold.
A soul...black as the night.
Would you find this girl,
She always wants to fight.
When you search this world.
What do you find ?
A plague of war.
Few are true, most rotten to the core.
Do you find
For these things you strive
Have all been had before.
You're in deep country.
I'm not just what you see.
There is a raging sea.
Down inside of me.
There is no truth in our society.
Why would you think there'd be justice in deep country...
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2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
25th Jan 2013 1:06am
25th Jan 2013 1:06am
Your River Runs Deep/Stains
I wade in your river,
So blue.
So deep.
Want me to jump in.
Want me to swim.
Naked, in your water.
Want to wash me clean.
Don't bother.
(You won't get these stains off me)
I wade in your river,
So cold,
In the winter.
So rocky in the middle.
Want to surround me.
Want to drowned me.
In your water.
Want to wash me clean.
Don't bother.
(You won't get these stains off me)
I wade in your river.
So dark.
So hard to see...
The bottom of you.
Want to keep me here...
So blue.
So deep.
Want me to jump in.
Want me to swim.
Naked, in your water.
Want to wash me clean.
Don't bother.
(You won't get these stains off me)
I wade in your river,
So cold,
In the winter.
So rocky in the middle.
Want to surround me.
Want to drowned me.
In your water.
Want to wash me clean.
Don't bother.
(You won't get these stains off me)
I wade in your river.
So dark.
So hard to see...
The bottom of you.
Want to keep me here...
721 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jan 2013 11:54pm
17th Jan 2013 11:54pm
-Untitled-
The wind which blows through these doors will tell secrets of structure & tales of the architecture of a human soul.
Removed from shame & whole in the knowing of faulty beams...
Rusted pipes, tear stained sheets left in forgotten drawers next to misguided dreams.
These windows have pain.
And therefore broken they remain.
Jagged & dangerous to reach inside,
Even if only to turn a lock of pride.
Written @ 3:13 am 1/17/13
Removed from shame & whole in the knowing of faulty beams...
Rusted pipes, tear stained sheets left in forgotten drawers next to misguided dreams.
These windows have pain.
And therefore broken they remain.
Jagged & dangerous to reach inside,
Even if only to turn a lock of pride.
Written @ 3:13 am 1/17/13
669 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Jan 2013 1:13am
10th Jan 2013 1:13am
Spinning on Empty
In my veins, to the brain,
Spun to hell and back again.
Revealing this feeling is somehow repeating,
Same fears turn into tears over and over through out my years.
Same old nightmares and hopeless stares,
And I still think that no one cares.
Line after line,
Rhyme after rhyme,
I still can’t escape these thoughts in my mind.
Time after time,
I always seem to find.
It’s my own weakness which supports this tie that binds.
Written 1996
Spun to hell and back again.
Revealing this feeling is somehow repeating,
Same fears turn into tears over and over through out my years.
Same old nightmares and hopeless stares,
And I still think that no one cares.
Line after line,
Rhyme after rhyme,
I still can’t escape these thoughts in my mind.
Time after time,
I always seem to find.
It’s my own weakness which supports this tie that binds.
Written 1996
1025 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jan 2013 1:06am
10th Jan 2013 1:06am
BOB
Bob....he's pretty good to me,
He never pisses on the toilet seat.
He doesn't ever go throw dollars at a stripper,
But he's also not a very good tipper.
In fact...he never even pays for dinner,
Yet, in my book, he's still a winner.
He'll never cheat on me with my sister,
Or try to show me a boil or a blister.
Bob...he's about the greatest for a girl like me,
I can be pleased repeatedly with no worries of disease.
There are a few issues, like he doesn't bring home any dough,
But, he does have 3 settings...fast, medium and slow.
He gets...
He never pisses on the toilet seat.
He doesn't ever go throw dollars at a stripper,
But he's also not a very good tipper.
In fact...he never even pays for dinner,
Yet, in my book, he's still a winner.
He'll never cheat on me with my sister,
Or try to show me a boil or a blister.
Bob...he's about the greatest for a girl like me,
I can be pleased repeatedly with no worries of disease.
There are a few issues, like he doesn't bring home any dough,
But, he does have 3 settings...fast, medium and slow.
He gets...
795 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2012 4:52am
11th Dec 2012 4:52am
These Eyes
These eyes.
They may shine...
For you.
A mixture of bright green and blue.
With streaks of yellow like a feline.
Oh, and did I mention that the color...
Can change with my mood.
These eyes.
I've used them to seduce.
To resolve.
To beg.
To get my way.
Or let others really see me.
To make them believe.
Yes, these eyes I've used.
Cleopatra, Helen Of Troy, Nefertiti.
Did they have these eyes before me,
And did they use them just to see ?
So when you say to me 'Hey you...
With those eyes you can...
They may shine...
For you.
A mixture of bright green and blue.
With streaks of yellow like a feline.
Oh, and did I mention that the color...
Can change with my mood.
These eyes.
I've used them to seduce.
To resolve.
To beg.
To get my way.
Or let others really see me.
To make them believe.
Yes, these eyes I've used.
Cleopatra, Helen Of Troy, Nefertiti.
Did they have these eyes before me,
And did they use them just to see ?
So when you say to me 'Hey you...
With those eyes you can...
754 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Dec 2012 4:03am
11th Dec 2012 4:03am
Ramblings Of A Survivor
Lost.
In this broken world.
Burning.
In a broken home.
To you I may seem...
Irritated and inwardly scorned.
In my hand I hold.
A teaspoon of stone and a fistful of tears,
No more wishes.
Still...
With all the same old fears.
I see...
Faces and the rage behind those faces.
People bound by complex prostitutions of themselves.
Hidden in the shape of people,
Nasty, little secrets shining from their steeple.
Suicidal rages stuck in the eyes,
Like lies...
Stuck in your head,
Or reasons hanging over your bed. ...
In this broken world.
Burning.
In a broken home.
To you I may seem...
Irritated and inwardly scorned.
In my hand I hold.
A teaspoon of stone and a fistful of tears,
No more wishes.
Still...
With all the same old fears.
I see...
Faces and the rage behind those faces.
People bound by complex prostitutions of themselves.
Hidden in the shape of people,
Nasty, little secrets shining from their steeple.
Suicidal rages stuck in the eyes,
Like lies...
Stuck in your head,
Or reasons hanging over your bed. ...
696 reads
2 Comments
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