Submissions by CeeCee-Elaine (Nugz)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi. I'm inconsistent and messy, but sometimes words bleed from me. You can read them, or not. It might hurt.
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Oct 2024 8:16pm
30th Oct 2024 8:16pm
Nudes
"Can you send me some nudes?" He asked, and I smiled.
Showing him all my silly little napkin poems I kept locked away in a wooden box.
Dust settling over the words like the old war letters grandpa used to write.
I described that time I went swimming with my friends in a thunderstorm.
The rush I felt when the jolt of lightning hit the waves, even though it made me seasick.
I stripped my words bare— down to the marrow where my deepest insecurities lie.
The pain I've been through, the devastation I've created all laid out to dry. ...
Showing him all my silly little napkin poems I kept locked away in a wooden box.
Dust settling over the words like the old war letters grandpa used to write.
I described that time I went swimming with my friends in a thunderstorm.
The rush I felt when the jolt of lightning hit the waves, even though it made me seasick.
I stripped my words bare— down to the marrow where my deepest insecurities lie.
The pain I've been through, the devastation I've created all laid out to dry. ...
#honesty
#hurt
#love
#men
#TruthOfLife
90 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Oct 2024 12:44pm
30th Oct 2024 12:44pm
Tooth Fairy
I still remember the day I found out true love was just chemicals.
The dragging of my moms favourite kitchen stool over linoleum.
Fragile hands almost too small to sweep the dust from the top of the refrigerator.
That echoing 'pop' of an old film container etched into my mind like woodwork.
Right before the world shattered—
Came crashing to the floor with a handful of my old teeth.
I sped barefoot down the hall.
And how I'd give anything to forget that
first door on the left.
Shakey breaths, clenching my fists until they white...
The dragging of my moms favourite kitchen stool over linoleum.
Fragile hands almost too small to sweep the dust from the top of the refrigerator.
That echoing 'pop' of an old film container etched into my mind like woodwork.
Right before the world shattered—
Came crashing to the floor with a handful of my old teeth.
I sped barefoot down the hall.
And how I'd give anything to forget that
first door on the left.
Shakey breaths, clenching my fists until they white...
#childhood
#family
#lies
#love
#sadness
68 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Oct 2024 10:20pm
28th Oct 2024 10:20pm
Ironic
#depression
#loneliness
#love
#sadness
#sex
80 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th May 2022 00:35am
16th May 2022 00:35am
Unlovable
I find it hard to believe that I was ever meant for love.
Faking my tears when friends insisted on watching the notebook.
And okay, P.S, I love you.
At least, I'm pretty sure I think I do.
The feeling of two hearts beating, but mine just never seeming to keep rhythm.
The back and forth, and the shiver of switching temperatures.
The swooshing within the depths of my gut. I'm seasick.
It's always easiest to put on that
award winning performance.
Save the tears for my private show.
When no one is there to judge them for missing...
Faking my tears when friends insisted on watching the notebook.
And okay, P.S, I love you.
At least, I'm pretty sure I think I do.
The feeling of two hearts beating, but mine just never seeming to keep rhythm.
The back and forth, and the shiver of switching temperatures.
The swooshing within the depths of my gut. I'm seasick.
It's always easiest to put on that
award winning performance.
Save the tears for my private show.
When no one is there to judge them for missing...
#love
#depression
#regret
#loneliness
#disappointment
736 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th May 2022 00:23am
16th May 2022 00:23am
I hope.
I hope you get married one day.
Find a love even greater than the one we tried to convinced ourselves we had.
I hope you get to see the joy on her face as her white dress walks toward you.
Have the family, the house and kids I could never give you.
I hope you get to grow old with someone who's patient and willing to deal with all the soft parts you try desperately to hide.
I hope you get all the things you wanted and so much more. Even if you were too broken to give them to me.
I hope you get what you deserve...
I hope. ...
Find a love even greater than the one we tried to convinced ourselves we had.
I hope you get to see the joy on her face as her white dress walks toward you.
Have the family, the house and kids I could never give you.
I hope you get to grow old with someone who's patient and willing to deal with all the soft parts you try desperately to hide.
I hope you get all the things you wanted and so much more. Even if you were too broken to give them to me.
I hope you get what you deserve...
I hope. ...
#love
#friendship
#UnrequitedLove
#FirstLove
#bittersweet
442 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
10th May 2022 7:24am
10th May 2022 7:24am
Rollercoaster
Truth be told, I probably should have
ended up with you.
With your fleeting, stoic comfort
and manic disposition.
Those tight hugs that hurt in all of
the best ways. I've never recreated them.
Watching like old times as you'd drift off like a narcoleptic before the sun even set.
And what I wouldn't give for you to devour your food, and half of mine again. Grinning as I hear you lie to me.
Surviving your emotional Rollercoaster one final time.
Because you were always my favourite ride.
ended up with you.
With your fleeting, stoic comfort
and manic disposition.
Those tight hugs that hurt in all of
the best ways. I've never recreated them.
Watching like old times as you'd drift off like a narcoleptic before the sun even set.
And what I wouldn't give for you to devour your food, and half of mine again. Grinning as I hear you lie to me.
Surviving your emotional Rollercoaster one final time.
Because you were always my favourite ride.
#sadness
#love
#breakup
#UnrequitedLove
#FirstLove
471 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Apr 2022 5:57am
26th Apr 2022 5:57am
Forget-me-not's
She scattered forget-me-not's around the world. Because being in one place for too long never came easy to her.
Leaving behind pieces of clothing, her favourite books and trinkets.
A breadcrumb trail of who she once was.
Her ability to cope also stayed behind, the vibrant colour once held in her eyes,
along with any traces of self respect.
Precious little reminders to those who'd long been forgotten, or at least
that's what she'd always strived for.
But she kept on moving, praying
that one day she wouldn't have to run...
Leaving behind pieces of clothing, her favourite books and trinkets.
A breadcrumb trail of who she once was.
Her ability to cope also stayed behind, the vibrant colour once held in her eyes,
along with any traces of self respect.
Precious little reminders to those who'd long been forgotten, or at least
that's what she'd always strived for.
But she kept on moving, praying
that one day she wouldn't have to run...
#anxiety
#regret
#SelfReflection
#escape
#emptiness
374 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2022 6:23am
22nd Apr 2022 6:23am
Poetry is Cheating
I once had an ex who told me writing poetry was cheating.
In the same breath, he'd tell me that words were merely words.
That we shouldn't hold onto them so tightly.
Yo-yo opinions of a manchild who'd be the first to call you contradictory.
But naturally, I would be in the wrong simply because my words were capable of making him feel something.
Because reading those words I'd spill late at night onto a takeout napkin
made him realize what true love really looked like.
And that he could never measure up.
Insecure dilusions deep...
In the same breath, he'd tell me that words were merely words.
That we shouldn't hold onto them so tightly.
Yo-yo opinions of a manchild who'd be the first to call you contradictory.
But naturally, I would be in the wrong simply because my words were capable of making him feel something.
Because reading those words I'd spill late at night onto a takeout napkin
made him realize what true love really looked like.
And that he could never measure up.
Insecure dilusions deep...
#regret
#abuse
#emotional
#hurt
#DomesticViolence
508 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2022 7:23pm
21st Apr 2022 7:23pm
The boy with the brown eyes
He carried a kind of sadness in his eyes.
The type that spoke a million words without ever daring to make a sound.
They reminded me that one thing is always certain in life.
It's that familiar sting, the endless burning from withheld tears.
The emptiness we sometimes feel between seasons.
Lonesome and scared, but filled with beautiful, earthy magic.
And though every single blink made me want to learn more, people aren't books.
And I didn't have a degree in making him crave my love.
Even when his eyes were begging for it.
The type that spoke a million words without ever daring to make a sound.
They reminded me that one thing is always certain in life.
It's that familiar sting, the endless burning from withheld tears.
The emptiness we sometimes feel between seasons.
Lonesome and scared, but filled with beautiful, earthy magic.
And though every single blink made me want to learn more, people aren't books.
And I didn't have a degree in making him crave my love.
Even when his eyes were begging for it.
#love
#relationships
#frustration
#disappointment
#bittersweet
985 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Oct 2021 5:16am
6th Oct 2021 5:16am
Napkins.
She'd write poetry on napkins, while everyone was living life in the moment.
It was always easier for her head in the past; the place where he still lived.
In the land of blissful ignorance and aquamarine stares.
Back to the calm before the storm, a time when they both still believed in fairytales.
True loves kiss was never as sweet when laced with arsenic.
So she'd put on her favourite pair of rose-coloured glasses and go through the motions.
Thoughts of deserving the handsome husband, house and kids.
Even the white picket fence she...
It was always easier for her head in the past; the place where he still lived.
In the land of blissful ignorance and aquamarine stares.
Back to the calm before the storm, a time when they both still believed in fairytales.
True loves kiss was never as sweet when laced with arsenic.
So she'd put on her favourite pair of rose-coloured glasses and go through the motions.
Thoughts of deserving the handsome husband, house and kids.
Even the white picket fence she...
#love
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#UnrequitedLove
#IMissYou
679 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2021 9:27am
3rd Oct 2021 9:27am
3 AM
There were few things that brought the sparkle back to her eyes.
But the way he'd call her Angel before preparing her destruction would get her everytime.
She never had the guts to tell him, but he was the reason she was still alive.
They spoke of stardust and souls being bound upon creation...
But never humble enough to tell him that she needed him.
She needed him in the way she always had. In the middle of her sleepless nights, cold feet pressed against fake wooden floors.
The trembling of fists and sudden pounding from deep within her throat. ...
But the way he'd call her Angel before preparing her destruction would get her everytime.
She never had the guts to tell him, but he was the reason she was still alive.
They spoke of stardust and souls being bound upon creation...
But never humble enough to tell him that she needed him.
She needed him in the way she always had. In the middle of her sleepless nights, cold feet pressed against fake wooden floors.
The trembling of fists and sudden pounding from deep within her throat. ...
#love
#heartbroken
#memories
#nostalgia
#emotional
428 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Feb 2021 3:17pm
15th Feb 2021 3:17pm
Shiver.
My fingers are aching from the cold again.
These fridid temperatures unforgiving,
bringing malace over our frostbitten conversations.
The harsh winters chill still carries your words.
Echoing through the mid February forest,
they pierce straight through the cage inside my chest.
I look down to the place you tried to make home.
Hallow and icy now, as I've been crowned heartless.
Nothing left but this shiver that's been crawling down my spine.
These fridid temperatures unforgiving,
bringing malace over our frostbitten conversations.
The harsh winters chill still carries your words.
Echoing through the mid February forest,
they pierce straight through the cage inside my chest.
I look down to the place you tried to make home.
Hallow and icy now, as I've been crowned heartless.
Nothing left but this shiver that's been crawling down my spine.
#love
#boyfriend
#heartbroken
#lover
#emptiness
509 reads
7 Comments
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