A woman, whose disguise is the sunlight of a charming heritage born unto her with contagious rhythms, sees in the sidewalk a reflection of not only her, but her influence in the showering of comets that strike, under the first breaths of timid boys, an unexpected hour of propeller anxiety, that comes to them like the everyday ambush of mornings.

By: Cedric McClester;

Wish that I were clever
I’d write you a rhyme
My love is forever
It won’t fade with time
But I lack the talent
As well as the skill
To say that I love you
And I always will

I wish I was a poet
I’d write you a poem
To convey my gratitude
For the love you've shown
But I lack the knowledge
And the facility
To express everything
That’s inside of me

Wish that I were many things
That I might never be
Wish I had a way with words
But I don’t unfortunately
If I could paint a picture
Of my love for you
Believe me sweetheart
That's exactly what I would do

I wish oh so many things
That might not come true
Like gathering up the courage
Just to say that I love you
I only hope I show it
Because this much is true
I have never felt the way
That I do with you

Wish that I were many things
That I might never be
Wish I had a way with words
But I don’t unfortunately
If I could paint a picture
Of my love for you
Believe me sweetheart
That's exactly what I would do


I wish for so many things
That might not come true
Like gathering up the courage
Just to say that I love you
I only hope I show it
Because this much is true
I have never felt the way
That I do with you

My face burns bright red
My heart turns into lead
My blood pumps slower than time
My ears hear a buzzing chime
My chest fills with beating wings
My brain the panic sings
My mouth spoke before i knew
My love responds I love you too

Every actions will cause an effect.
     Every gravity will cause a pull.
          Every push will cause a fall.*

All the matter in this Earth are linked together, bonded and all in relation.

on the 4th of August 2015
at 3:39 in the afternoon
you said your first hello
to me

I replied,
uncomfortably;
and advancing five months,
I am wrapped up in your arms
the way a butterfly resides
in its chrysalis

A summer hello,
a friendly greeting
has turned into the kind of poetry
I fear losing
the most.