Submissions by sir_cedric_cedric
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2016 1:30pm
23rd Jan 2016 1:30pm
Death Bed Prayer
I'm sitting by the bed waiting,
and fearing, yet somehow hoping
that death will make an appearance.
The fear and horror of losing
my spouse of forty
some-odd years has left.
At first, I hoped death would pass.
Yes, pass like the angel of death
to the children of Israel.
Praying that our time of love, memories
and togetherness shall never end.
But sickness has changed me.
Now as I hold the hand that
I have held for so many years,
the hand yells and screams
silently for peace.
The minutes, hours, days and
months of...
and fearing, yet somehow hoping
that death will make an appearance.
The fear and horror of losing
my spouse of forty
some-odd years has left.
At first, I hoped death would pass.
Yes, pass like the angel of death
to the children of Israel.
Praying that our time of love, memories
and togetherness shall never end.
But sickness has changed me.
Now as I hold the hand that
I have held for so many years,
the hand yells and screams
silently for peace.
The minutes, hours, days and
months of...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jan 2016 11:16am
8th Jan 2016 11:16am
Uneasy Feelings
Uneasy Feelings
That cause us to doubt,
Uneasy Feelings
That make us shout.
Terrible Thoughts
As days go by,
Terrible Thoughts
That makes us cry.
Harsh Reaction
That makes us heed,
Harsh Reaction
That makes us bleed.
Silent Voices
That come from a pill
Silent Voices
That tell us to kill.
That cause us to doubt,
Uneasy Feelings
That make us shout.
Terrible Thoughts
As days go by,
Terrible Thoughts
That makes us cry.
Harsh Reaction
That makes us heed,
Harsh Reaction
That makes us bleed.
Silent Voices
That come from a pill
Silent Voices
That tell us to kill.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Dec 2015 4:20pm
25th Dec 2015 4:20pm
My Only Friend
No friends, No one, Another day,
My world is filled with gloom.
Until I found a special friend
Inside a white mushroom.
Alone inside a crowded room
To hear 'The Spoken Word'.
My ears begin a ringing pitch
'The Hit' has just occurred.
Watching others on the stage
Colors begin to spread.
Flashing blue, then true blue,
Then blue around the head.
My sight becomes more labored
The walls begin to move.
Falling like a statue
That cannot be improved.
Objects warp and then return
My thoughts are going crazy....
My world is filled with gloom.
Until I found a special friend
Inside a white mushroom.
Alone inside a crowded room
To hear 'The Spoken Word'.
My ears begin a ringing pitch
'The Hit' has just occurred.
Watching others on the stage
Colors begin to spread.
Flashing blue, then true blue,
Then blue around the head.
My sight becomes more labored
The walls begin to move.
Falling like a statue
That cannot be improved.
Objects warp and then return
My thoughts are going crazy....
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2015 3:59pm
23rd Dec 2015 3:59pm
School Boy
In my school there was this boy
Who really wasn't cool,
In fact he was an outcast guy
A crazy looking fool.
He sat to the northeast of me
And never said a word,
And if he spoke his voice would be
As high as any bird.
No one really knew him
Or where that he came from,
He really was a smart student
But we all called him dumb.
At lunch, At Gym, In Crowded halls
He was always by himself,
If teams were being chosen
He was always left.
These guys they started talking
That they would pull a...
Who really wasn't cool,
In fact he was an outcast guy
A crazy looking fool.
He sat to the northeast of me
And never said a word,
And if he spoke his voice would be
As high as any bird.
No one really knew him
Or where that he came from,
He really was a smart student
But we all called him dumb.
At lunch, At Gym, In Crowded halls
He was always by himself,
If teams were being chosen
He was always left.
These guys they started talking
That they would pull a...
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2015 1:24pm
22nd Dec 2015 1:24pm
The Way to Go
Life can be a tragic trip
A trapped and lonely ride.
The only way to rid one's self
Are thoughts of suicide.
Sorrow comes round every turn
And depression sits nearby,
Panic starts to see the light
Medication now implied.
We are the captain of our ship
Believing death we can outsmart.
Till we breath the shallow air
And feel the stopping heart.
Pill one for feeling, Pill two for fear
Pill ten the true deathblow.
Living can be a wretched place.
Suicide's the way to go.
A trapped and lonely ride.
The only way to rid one's self
Are thoughts of suicide.
Sorrow comes round every turn
And depression sits nearby,
Panic starts to see the light
Medication now implied.
We are the captain of our ship
Believing death we can outsmart.
Till we breath the shallow air
And feel the stopping heart.
Pill one for feeling, Pill two for fear
Pill ten the true deathblow.
Living can be a wretched place.
Suicide's the way to go.
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Dec 2015 9:51pm
20th Dec 2015 9:51pm
The Chair
I sit and stare at an empty chair
That used to hold my wife.
Now the days seem taken away
For cancer took her life.
It all began so long ago
Some treatments, she'll be fine.
Sickness demands a recall vote
Health has just resigned.
The will to live was still alive
She fought with all her might.
The opponent scored a better card
Death soon stops the fight.
Perhaps the finish is the best
The disease had took its toll.
It ravaged all the human parts
But could not take the soul.
...
That used to hold my wife.
Now the days seem taken away
For cancer took her life.
It all began so long ago
Some treatments, she'll be fine.
Sickness demands a recall vote
Health has just resigned.
The will to live was still alive
She fought with all her might.
The opponent scored a better card
Death soon stops the fight.
Perhaps the finish is the best
The disease had took its toll.
It ravaged all the human parts
But could not take the soul.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Dec 2015 1:59am
19th Dec 2015 1:59am
Rain Rings Out
Rain is like an orchestra
It's full of life and sound,
Rain is singular- but then it's not
When falling to the ground.
But rain can be a lonely thing
With each it does confide,
The lonely sound that rain rings out
Is of common suicide.
So when the melody hits your ears
And before silence is obtained,
Make sure you give a special thanks
To the symphony--Called Rain.
It's full of life and sound,
Rain is singular- but then it's not
When falling to the ground.
But rain can be a lonely thing
With each it does confide,
The lonely sound that rain rings out
Is of common suicide.
So when the melody hits your ears
And before silence is obtained,
Make sure you give a special thanks
To the symphony--Called Rain.
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Dec 2015 2:17pm
18th Dec 2015 2:17pm
Death is Good
Death! What more can a person say?
It has its rewards and punishments.
Death is sometimes victory,
Death is sometimes defeat.
When one can take it no more,
Death can be a friend.
When one loves a person,
Death can be an enemy.
You can see death,
But death is sometimes blind.
It strikes when wanted least,
And lingers when wanted more.
Death can be sad,
And death can be fortunate.
A display of flowers and friends,
And feelings and sorrows.
Death can come late,
Too late to do good. ...
It has its rewards and punishments.
Death is sometimes victory,
Death is sometimes defeat.
When one can take it no more,
Death can be a friend.
When one loves a person,
Death can be an enemy.
You can see death,
But death is sometimes blind.
It strikes when wanted least,
And lingers when wanted more.
Death can be sad,
And death can be fortunate.
A display of flowers and friends,
And feelings and sorrows.
Death can come late,
Too late to do good. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Dec 2015 1:00pm
18th Dec 2015 1:00pm
Digger of the grave
I'm here before the mourners come
Before the first tears shed.
I make a home, An eternal home
The occupant is dead.
In my hands I hold my trade
A spade is all I need.
Like a farmer in the spring
The coffin becomes the seed.
When the ritual draws away
From the shadows I'll make my way.
No words are said, No bow of head
No stopping of the day.
The nameless, faceless humankind
Is in the home I made.
My name is absent from my work
The digger of the grave.
Before the first tears shed.
I make a home, An eternal home
The occupant is dead.
In my hands I hold my trade
A spade is all I need.
Like a farmer in the spring
The coffin becomes the seed.
When the ritual draws away
From the shadows I'll make my way.
No words are said, No bow of head
No stopping of the day.
The nameless, faceless humankind
Is in the home I made.
My name is absent from my work
The digger of the grave.
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