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.
Solitude.
Why is it that she always feels better
when she's alone in a dark room?
Shrouded in solitude
and the quiet sounds she'd almost forgotten.
Mother constantly reminded her that
a companion was more trouble than they're worth.
"They always give you but a taste of sweetness,
and pull away before you learn the recipe."
She taught her how to keep her soft parts hidden.
"They can't quite hurt what they can't touch."
And she'd aready grown awefully restless and tired
of the endless searching of bandaids.
Her...
when she's alone in a dark room?
Shrouded in solitude
and the quiet sounds she'd almost forgotten.
Mother constantly reminded her that
a companion was more trouble than they're worth.
"They always give you but a taste of sweetness,
and pull away before you learn the recipe."
She taught her how to keep her soft parts hidden.
"They can't quite hurt what they can't touch."
And she'd aready grown awefully restless and tired
of the endless searching of bandaids.
Her...
#depression
#loneliness
#dark
#hell
#disappointment
521 reads
6 Comments
Corpses
You've always loved digging up old corpses.
It's just a shame you could never seem to figure out
what you wanted to do with them.
Leaving me close to alive, but barely breathing-
Suffocating in the dirt of our past, waiting
to be uncovered once again.
But when you do, it's merely to check
and make sure that there was no life left inside of me.
Your vile words a cure for my consciousness.
It's just a shame you could never seem to figure out
what you wanted to do with them.
Leaving me close to alive, but barely breathing-
Suffocating in the dirt of our past, waiting
to be uncovered once again.
But when you do, it's merely to check
and make sure that there was no life left inside of me.
Your vile words a cure for my consciousness.
#anxiety
#relationships
#breakup
#conflict
#hurt
659 reads
4 Comments
Heavenly
He still calls me his Angel,
as if my wings hadn't been torn off
the very moment I met him.
Tattered.
But stitched back together.
Woven deep within the promises
of magic and eternity.
Heaven.
A place he thinks I seek.
Oblivious to the heartwrenching fact
that I'd found it in his eyes.
as if my wings hadn't been torn off
the very moment I met him.
Tattered.
But stitched back together.
Woven deep within the promises
of magic and eternity.
Heaven.
A place he thinks I seek.
Oblivious to the heartwrenching fact
that I'd found it in his eyes.
#love
#loneliness
#fate
#IMissYou
#separation
661 reads
3 Comments
Th1rt3en Years
13 years I've written poetry about you.
Bleeding what's left of my acrylic heart
onto your paper thin canvas.
The colours constantly dripping, dripping,
slipping off.
Our timeclocks mixed like water and oil.
Never seeming to synchronize.
Yet we'd continue to stir ourselves together,
in hopes that the hands of time
may be able to save us.
Each one after you couldn't help but ask
if i still loved you.
And I'd break their hearts with my cynical silence.
Because I didn't always have it in me
to tell them the...
Bleeding what's left of my acrylic heart
onto your paper thin canvas.
The colours constantly dripping, dripping,
slipping off.
Our timeclocks mixed like water and oil.
Never seeming to synchronize.
Yet we'd continue to stir ourselves together,
in hopes that the hands of time
may be able to save us.
Each one after you couldn't help but ask
if i still loved you.
And I'd break their hearts with my cynical silence.
Because I didn't always have it in me
to tell them the...
#love
#devil
#UnrequitedLove
#IMissYou
#emotional
482 reads
5 Comments
Angel
Weathered-- have my wings,
but i feel weightless.
Free falling
into your eternal bliss.
Head first, just praying
you'll be there to catch me.
And whisper those words
only a decade could translate.
"Welcome home, Angel."
but i feel weightless.
Free falling
into your eternal bliss.
Head first, just praying
you'll be there to catch me.
And whisper those words
only a decade could translate.
"Welcome home, Angel."
#love
#lust
#lover
#UnrequitedLove
#emotional
1051 reads
5 Comments
Arctic Heart
#love
#winter
#MentalHealth
#FirstLove
#hurt
550 reads
6 Comments
He's nothing, if not Novel.
His love reads like an unforgettable novel.
Those perfectly penned pages luring you in;
in seconds you're an addict. Woefully falling in love with every single nuance.
You can see him as the Protagonist to the otherwise drab story you call life,
the narrative seems flawless.
He has that familiar, nostalgic smell.
One that triggers visions of breath-taking summer days;
reading in your parents neglected window nook.
The aroma of the played out paper pages shrouding fresh daffodils.
You can't help but be enthralled with his plot. ...
Those perfectly penned pages luring you in;
in seconds you're an addict. Woefully falling in love with every single nuance.
You can see him as the Protagonist to the otherwise drab story you call life,
the narrative seems flawless.
He has that familiar, nostalgic smell.
One that triggers visions of breath-taking summer days;
reading in your parents neglected window nook.
The aroma of the played out paper pages shrouding fresh daffodils.
You can't help but be enthralled with his plot. ...
#love
#breakup
#hurt
568 reads
4 Comments
Tight Rope.
Baby, I've been walking on your tight-rope
for far too long now.
Teetering on the edge of lunacy,
in hopes of a different finale.
But we both know how this show always ends.
Broken dreams, better than broken bones.
Then again, who really needs them
when they're used up and frail,
hollowed from our heart-shaped acrobatics.
One foot, in front of the other.
My shaky legs beg for your attention,
longing for the chance to be your main attraction.
I'm up in the air, back and forth.
Plastered smiles...
for far too long now.
Teetering on the edge of lunacy,
in hopes of a different finale.
But we both know how this show always ends.
Broken dreams, better than broken bones.
Then again, who really needs them
when they're used up and frail,
hollowed from our heart-shaped acrobatics.
One foot, in front of the other.
My shaky legs beg for your attention,
longing for the chance to be your main attraction.
I'm up in the air, back and forth.
Plastered smiles...
#love
#heartbroken
#UnrequitedLove
#suffering
#hurt
621 reads
4 Comments
Ghosted.
I often lie awake at night; haunted by unwritten words
My Muse is a Ghost...
Writing with the moon; one of my nastiest habits.
For now, my heart aches for the past; longing to bleed his raw, absolute truth to my pages.
He's back and forth; always watching from a better place.
A place filled with the promise his eyes held.
But he's gone cold; like a Winter's frosty gust.
And his unfinished business; is someone else's problem now.
My Muse is a Ghost...
Writing with the moon; one of my nastiest habits.
For now, my heart aches for the past; longing to bleed his raw, absolute truth to my pages.
He's back and forth; always watching from a better place.
A place filled with the promise his eyes held.
But he's gone cold; like a Winter's frosty gust.
And his unfinished business; is someone else's problem now.
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#heartbroken
#breakup
644 reads
2 Comments
The fear of something real.
#lust
#heartbroken
#erotic
#UnrequitedLove
#separation
802 reads
18 Comments
Addict
My stomach's feeling rather queezy again.
Drunk on your half-truths and excuses.
Or maybe it's just the oxys I put in me,
after a long night of pretending I wouldn't die for you.
I sing along to your favourite songs,
but we both know it resembles the screaming in my heart.
I'm fortunate enough for it to keep me awake
on the nights I haven't fell victim to your sleep paralysis.
You come and go like fragmented flashbacks.
Quick moments like the decent of a falling star.
And I've sat here settled in lacklustered contentment, ...
Drunk on your half-truths and excuses.
Or maybe it's just the oxys I put in me,
after a long night of pretending I wouldn't die for you.
I sing along to your favourite songs,
but we both know it resembles the screaming in my heart.
I'm fortunate enough for it to keep me awake
on the nights I haven't fell victim to your sleep paralysis.
You come and go like fragmented flashbacks.
Quick moments like the decent of a falling star.
And I've sat here settled in lacklustered contentment, ...
#love
#heartbroken
#UnrequitedLove
#emptiness
#emotional
716 reads
5 Comments
This is worse than cheating.
Every now and then it hits her.. that he's the one that got away.
She'd spent years spitting venom to spite him,
to only poison what was left of her twisted heart.
And him; immune to it's mayem.
Blame blame... the victim game.
Convinced he could never change; she ran.
Ran as far as two suitcases and a 747 could take her.
Certain he'd follow her to the depths of hell,
But he instead became a ghost.
Not all demons... stay the same.
She'd spent years spitting venom to spite him,
to only poison what was left of her twisted heart.
And him; immune to it's mayem.
Blame blame... the victim game.
Convinced he could never change; she ran.
Ran as far as two suitcases and a 747 could take her.
Certain he'd follow her to the depths of hell,
But he instead became a ghost.
Not all demons... stay the same.
#love
#regret
#devil
#ghosts
#IMissYou
664 reads
6 Comments
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