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
12th Dec 2019 7:17am
12th Dec 2019 7:17am
The Escape Gene
Don't blame yourself dear, you never stood a chance.
My mother taught me early on just how to leave men.
Dinner table war games. Emotional charades.
House up in flames.
Bags pre packed for her late night escapes.
She taught me all the best ways to run from you.
Drenching myself in manic disposition;
and watching how your eyes glisten
from shards of broken glass
left scattered across your kitchen.
Sudden uncertainty washing over the 'I love you's',
Empty dining seats; my eyes resembling dark streets.
When every mood...
My mother taught me early on just how to leave men.
Dinner table war games. Emotional charades.
House up in flames.
Bags pre packed for her late night escapes.
She taught me all the best ways to run from you.
Drenching myself in manic disposition;
and watching how your eyes glisten
from shards of broken glass
left scattered across your kitchen.
Sudden uncertainty washing over the 'I love you's',
Empty dining seats; my eyes resembling dark streets.
When every mood...
#love
#rejection
#breakup
#escape
#hurt
895 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Dec 2019 6:59am
12th Dec 2019 6:59am
My PTSD Makes Me Horny.
#lust
#murder
#violence
#anniversary
#PTSD
671 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2019 11:12pm
11th Dec 2019 11:12pm
Idle Conversation
Twice a day these hands on the clock are taunting.
The hour she puts on his favourite performance,
and pretends he hasn't left her in pieces.
Broken promises sprinkled to the ground like freshly fallen Snow.
Finally freezing what was left of her memories,
but forgetting to slow her ice encased heartbeat.
Small talk just doesn't feel the same in moments of unbearable longing..
One minute feels more like a life-time,
But he just keeps trying to convince her that,
"all we have is time."
The hour she puts on his favourite performance,
and pretends he hasn't left her in pieces.
Broken promises sprinkled to the ground like freshly fallen Snow.
Finally freezing what was left of her memories,
but forgetting to slow her ice encased heartbeat.
Small talk just doesn't feel the same in moments of unbearable longing..
One minute feels more like a life-time,
But he just keeps trying to convince her that,
"all we have is time."
#love
#heartbroken
#UnrequitedLove
#emotional
#hurt
578 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2019 10:47pm
11th Dec 2019 10:47pm
Lucifer The Cowardly Lover.
I'm too afraid to jump," he tells her, clinging to
the edge of thier stairway in the sky.
He'd once forged his way from the depths, taking his place next to her.
"But It's been a decade." her heart screams out from its hollow cage.
A life frozen as his fallen Angel.
She sacrificed her fragile wings for his chance to fly.
But he's been in the clouds far too long now.
And her wings have grown tired of carrying loves burden.
"Give me back my wings!" she begs.
But his sinister smile speaks without syllables,
for the supply...
the edge of thier stairway in the sky.
He'd once forged his way from the depths, taking his place next to her.
"But It's been a decade." her heart screams out from its hollow cage.
A life frozen as his fallen Angel.
She sacrificed her fragile wings for his chance to fly.
But he's been in the clouds far too long now.
And her wings have grown tired of carrying loves burden.
"Give me back my wings!" she begs.
But his sinister smile speaks without syllables,
for the supply...
#love
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
#FirstLove
#ForbiddenLove
630 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Dec 2019 11:06pm
9th Dec 2019 11:06pm
Skeleton Garden
You tell me misery loves company.
But then why does my heart beg for solitude every time
you pick apart my empty bones?
I used to know what you were searching for.
It was buried in the garden of roses inside my skull.
But now there's but a black-hole where it once lie.
Determined though, you chisel away at me.
Yet to have a moment where you like what's uncovered.
And I'm sorry my soul isn't a place of comfort.
Yours doesn't quite feel like home itself.
But then why does my heart beg for solitude every time
you pick apart my empty bones?
I used to know what you were searching for.
It was buried in the garden of roses inside my skull.
But now there's but a black-hole where it once lie.
Determined though, you chisel away at me.
Yet to have a moment where you like what's uncovered.
And I'm sorry my soul isn't a place of comfort.
Yours doesn't quite feel like home itself.
#love
#depression
#breakup
#secrets
#hurt
672 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Dec 2019 7:34am
8th Dec 2019 7:34am
Off with their heads!
Karma may be a bitch; but always fair.
And this my king, just isn't that.
Once upon a time, I dreamed of admiring your misfortune.
A fly on your wall of devastation and heartbreak.
But this proves more than a tattered Queen can bear.
Piece by piece, vile mistresses picked away
at what was left of your fragile sanity.
And it seems you left the worst for last.
Your once maven mind has been ripped at it's seams.
Drowning in those crystalline tears,
as your insides spill out on display for the masses.
A king...
And this my king, just isn't that.
Once upon a time, I dreamed of admiring your misfortune.
A fly on your wall of devastation and heartbreak.
But this proves more than a tattered Queen can bear.
Piece by piece, vile mistresses picked away
at what was left of your fragile sanity.
And it seems you left the worst for last.
Your once maven mind has been ripped at it's seams.
Drowning in those crystalline tears,
as your insides spill out on display for the masses.
A king...
#depression
#dark
#heartbroken
#betrayal
#home
585 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2019 8:07am
2nd Dec 2019 8:07am
Voodoo
Tonight, she's done it again ...
Taken her needle and raised it to the moonlight.
But you felt it didn't you?
Felt it being plunged deep into the hand-woven mess where your heart would be kept.
Felt the pulling in your chest; the longing for her familiarity.
Your head's a little foggy,
and you'd notice why if you'd just build the courage to check the time.
But you won't, and she doesn't blame you.
Her head's a little foggy too.
Your witching hour brought with it a mind full of chaos; a girl on the edge.
So she scraped...
Taken her needle and raised it to the moonlight.
But you felt it didn't you?
Felt it being plunged deep into the hand-woven mess where your heart would be kept.
Felt the pulling in your chest; the longing for her familiarity.
Your head's a little foggy,
and you'd notice why if you'd just build the courage to check the time.
But you won't, and she doesn't blame you.
Her head's a little foggy too.
Your witching hour brought with it a mind full of chaos; a girl on the edge.
So she scraped...
#sadness
#love
#regret
#magic
#witches
618 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2019 5:14am
14th Nov 2019 5:14am
Once Upon A Heart-Ache.
Our fairy-tales haven't quite been like the rest.
But you've always been cast my make-shift king.
With a tongue coated in pure gold; I loved it when you'd lie to me.
Tell me all your riches were mine alone, for the taking.
When did your perfectly penned paragraphs stop bleeding my story?
Right around the time you buried my kingdom; deep between the thighs of peasants.
They were all true Princess's in need of saving...
But you forgot, I'm the fucking Queen.
I promise I'll go easy on them; won't tell them your darkest secrets, if you keep...
But you've always been cast my make-shift king.
With a tongue coated in pure gold; I loved it when you'd lie to me.
Tell me all your riches were mine alone, for the taking.
When did your perfectly penned paragraphs stop bleeding my story?
Right around the time you buried my kingdom; deep between the thighs of peasants.
They were all true Princess's in need of saving...
But you forgot, I'm the fucking Queen.
I promise I'll go easy on them; won't tell them your darkest secrets, if you keep...
#love
#heartbroken
#betrayal
#FirstLove
#morality
544 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Nov 2019 6:23pm
12th Nov 2019 6:23pm
My tragic life as his puppet.
We were born from the same star," he'd say,
Sweeping his lies under the crimson stained carpet whilst I slept.
His emotionless face haunted my dreams long before we met.
But alas, captivated I was by his convincingly effortless charm.
With eyes like a car crash, he was a beautiful disaster.
Gutwrenching to watch. But I sat paralysed...
Too afraid to look away; miss a second of phantom bliss.
And boy was I enchanted by a set of crystaline demons.
He didn't hesitate; chewed me up and spat out my ever-beating heart. ...
Sweeping his lies under the crimson stained carpet whilst I slept.
His emotionless face haunted my dreams long before we met.
But alas, captivated I was by his convincingly effortless charm.
With eyes like a car crash, he was a beautiful disaster.
Gutwrenching to watch. But I sat paralysed...
Too afraid to look away; miss a second of phantom bliss.
And boy was I enchanted by a set of crystaline demons.
He didn't hesitate; chewed me up and spat out my ever-beating heart. ...
#love
#hate
#breakup
#FeelingTrapped
#ForbiddenLove
564 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
12th Nov 2019 8:06am
Little Red Lying Hood.
What's the matter, little Red?
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
Have you grown tired of hauling your scarlet burden;
through the vastness of his forest?
You never thought he'd stick around long enough,
to see what was kept in your basket?
Too bad it simply held lies and betrayal.
Grandmother wouldn't be so proud...
Good thing she's been dead to you for some time now,
and you took over her name in irony.
Innocence can be the only true fairy-tale,
but some still believe in magic.
So you mask your basket in a crimson cloak.
You may have a heavy...
#regret
#ImSorry
#lies
#betrayal
#SelfHarm
462 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Nov 2019 7:42am
12th Nov 2019 7:42am
Bonne Nuit
You tell me all thats left of me is speeches,
and they always end the same way.
Blame... blame... the victim game.
So maybe I did use you for comfort,
but then why's my bed so cold?
And all you can offer is this blanket of regret.
At least you're sure to wrap me up tightly,
before feeding me your somber bedtime stories.
You know I was always better at midnight fables.
And I can see you're exhausted at the thought.
Your yawns are growing louder by the minute;
drowning my apologies into the darkness.
...
and they always end the same way.
Blame... blame... the victim game.
So maybe I did use you for comfort,
but then why's my bed so cold?
And all you can offer is this blanket of regret.
At least you're sure to wrap me up tightly,
before feeding me your somber bedtime stories.
You know I was always better at midnight fables.
And I can see you're exhausted at the thought.
Your yawns are growing louder by the minute;
drowning my apologies into the darkness.
...
#regret
#loneliness
#breakup
#lies
#betrayal
546 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Nov 2019 6:43am
11th Nov 2019 6:43am
The Ghost Of Time
It hurts to read your poetry again...
My mind's too busy; wondering which ones aren't about me.
Could they possibly measure up?
I've always been naive, but Satan knows you don't posses the same sparkle in your eyes as when ours met.
When you'd scribble with the moon; howling in uncertainty the minute the clock struck our magic number.
Tick, tock...
Keep your eyes off the clock.
You already know what time it is.
You'll merely dampen your heart with the sins of the past.
And beg for his thirteen ghosts to haunt you once...
My mind's too busy; wondering which ones aren't about me.
Could they possibly measure up?
I've always been naive, but Satan knows you don't posses the same sparkle in your eyes as when ours met.
When you'd scribble with the moon; howling in uncertainty the minute the clock struck our magic number.
Tick, tock...
Keep your eyes off the clock.
You already know what time it is.
You'll merely dampen your heart with the sins of the past.
And beg for his thirteen ghosts to haunt you once...
#memories
#TimeHeals
#UnrequitedLove
#emptiness
#emotional
788 reads
3 Comments
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