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Cedric Sep 2017
Everyday happenings,
Saddened mishaps,
Emotional misgivings,
Intellectual fallacies,
Sensory malfunction,
These we all have in common.
Mistakes were made,
Because we're all cliché.
I'm getting stale and my stagnancy is eating away at me, rotting my core.
Cedric Sep 2017
To be awoken from moments displaced,
Finding a voice as I open my mouth.
Introduced to sensations of my dread,
I soon find myself quickly heading south.
Making logic of this eerie feeling,
As soon as I spoke I just emptied out.
I recall moments of my departure,
That green pasture of black birds and roses.
Relief shivered down my cold nervous spine.
"I must have died, that's a relief..." I said,
"My problems are finished, I am released."
Cedric Aug 2017
As I fell and gambled my life so faint,
I took a picture with my eyes closed shut.
A dark pit with colorful butterflies,
Seemingly glowing then disappearing.
I opened my eyes to a field of green,
Of doves' silhouettes that fell from the sky,
With beautiful flowerbeds bathed in red.
Calm and serene was this world of gray skies,
I was relieved as I found my solace.
Joyful red tears of my own woes and cries!
Visions of red turns to black as I laugh...
Numerous and vivid, were these scenes of paradise. Yet loneliness consumes me as I enjoy my own world of delusions as it fades to black...
Cedric Aug 2017
Fires and forests and bright eyes of tigers,
Snow and cities and dull eyes of strangers.
Of the mind and of the soul is my own,
Of the lips and of the eyes is your throne.
Despair and depression of my own mind,
Hopeful and joyful are your god-like smiles.
Nights so cold filled with god-awful nightmares,
Days so hot filled with your devilish heat,
A whole days' worth of **** figures of speech!
You have introduced me to poetry,
I fell and I got shot and I just died.
A poem of falling in love, falling out of love, falling in despair, falling out of hope and antagonizing my everyday. But one thing remains, you introduced me to poetry, dear, and that is irreplaceable. I might have stopped loving you, but I am in love. With poetry, that is.
Cedric Aug 2017
I tried to read and understand,
Concepts and rules, plain and bland.
I laughed and fell out of my chair,
Delirious and in despair!
Simple insanity is grand...
A limerick depicting overloaded minds and laughing at it.
Cedric Jul 2017
As I cross this road of dreams and nightmares, I open my eyes.
Filled with sweet goodbyes and sorrowful errs, I leave my abode
I began to code fake smiles and laughters, then I start my sighs.
I began to cry, I began to curse, I then sang an ode.

I then hurried back in my solitude, I have found solace.
Joyful yet soulless, I gave gratitude as my own attack.
I was set aback by beatitudes gone without a trace.
I tried to save face, hide my attitude, deleting my tact.

Buried in my soul a desire untold to die all alone.
So I could condone my death as foretold in ash and coal.
It was my own goal since the times of old to hush my own tone.
As blinding lights shone a path of the cold as death takes its toll.
A poem I made about my solitary habits and knack for isolation. It gets lonely sometimes but, I have an affinity towards it. Loneliness is a constant, we have to live with it.
Cedric Jul 2017
Subjectivity of the eyes,
Transverse the sea,
To see the world's vice,
Drowning in a sea of lies,
We dream of locks and keys.

Keep to yourself and lie -
- down on roses of red and white,
With scents and fragrance,
So alluring, sweet, and suffocating.
Of roses so white become red,
From wounds of the past -
Opened...
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