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391 · Feb 2013
An Aftermath in Hiding
CE Green Feb 2013
Can't have it all at once.
Although you've received all the side effects and a touch.
Things like this take time: incredibly too much.
But you will be willing to deal with such
using a weak form of patience as your crutch.
CE Green Nov 2018
Slipshod Tender guffaws aloud
Breaking endlessly high fiving crowds
The error of our ways lead us around
Like horses by a hand with nothing endowed.
No settlements or dowries
No soldiers of clay
No back breaking memories
Or vertebraes remain.
When Eliot said: “it ends with a whimper”
It troubles me to think, it was said in a whisper.
#rhyme
384 · Dec 2012
Haiku 2
CE Green Dec 2012
Mexican sun on
Horizon of Pacific
Eyes meet light once more.
381 · Dec 2012
Now that I know
CE Green Dec 2012
She is the grey that found color
and burned hole into my life.

She may have never been grey at all now that I've seen what she can do to me.
Ignite my frame of mind, leaving my palms sweaty. Bewitched in the strangest fashion.

She is the grey that may have never been,
there is knowledge all around us and she likes me just fine.
Being grey also.

She is the grey that found color
and burned a hole into my life.

She renders others grey at a glance
though she has no idea what she has done.
The color leaks out of them, a thin string taut extending from the nape.

She is the grey that found color
and burned a hole into my life.
376 · Oct 2016
Lioness
CE Green Oct 2016
Don't you want to take a tug at me?
A sultry stab possibly?
Just enough to deplete our energy?
Miles ran half heartedly
Breathing hastens
Exasperation dichotomy.
Lime infused.
Blood Whiskey for days.

Baby just lean into me
Tricks of the trade that all seem
New and Chic,
Necking games
And outright novelty
Sweater weather feeling incredibly.
375 · Dec 2012
Haiku 3
CE Green Dec 2012
Oh Lowell morning
Youth runs quickly east then west
Allies teach no rest.
374 · Mar 2017
Brief
CE Green Mar 2017
The sentiments burned up in the shed fire.
We unpacked our hearts.
Sullen suitcases.
Where is the holy dynamo of our long nights rest?
Exaltation bound.
Cancer stick serenade,
cheeks met with love
Diamond rain due to indigenous dance.
This I know to be fact.
Ohlone ghost omnipresent.
Snap photos to steal souls.
©  CE Green 2017
361 · Oct 2017
Vulpone VI
CE Green Oct 2017
If your heart is full, it must be October again
annexed in California land
every whistle and bell silenced
by Indian summer contraband
Coffee from Zimbabwe
Crimson petals on the sheets
smile in the sunlight, dance to Billie Holiday and repeat.
© CE Green 2017
348 · Aug 2017
Grapefruit
CE Green Aug 2017
Wednesday shook me awake from a dream fleeting:
Something about a grapefruit and how
I just can't find creative ways to hurt you anymore
That is
Without inexorably harming myself.
Caffeine out of wedlock
Enough to take the edge off
An afternoon battered with
Presumptuous dialogue.
327 · May 2022
Carrying Things
CE Green May 2022
It isn't the keys or the bottlecaps
adorned with some image of a deity,  that makes me stumble.

Just this month.
Enough.

I've told you all there is to tell
back in place, the lovers helm,
a sickly visage of diner's guilt.

Just this once.
A front.

It isn't carrying things, or the weight I drag about
it's a wonder wheel of intent and purpose doubt.

you've told all there is to hide
back a step, the liar's guise,
an enfeebled glance that misguides
325 · Dec 2016
Persons
CE Green Dec 2016
which person was I when that was written?
an appetite now batgirl'd
you haven't made the pilgrimage yet
and yet you're begging for its cessation
world crusher abandonment.
Africa sized.

bubble gum brain numb
and just three more kisses
teal pints for the ice joust
skin games for the fire proud
beasts of December
Loud.
© CE Green 2016
308 · Oct 2016
Salvation Symmetry
CE Green Oct 2016
Exasperation noises
Temper your ticker rythym to a standard.
At a glance, washed ashore
Eyelids raccooned,
Marooned
On baby's bare brown thighs,
The cutest stomach.

Gray light afternoon peek your weary head through the window scatter piece visible lying like lions,
Forrest green
Forehead besos
Time, progress at a slower rate if you would.
Please and thank you.
I'd impart this final thought ad nauseaum.
And once the rain came
It fixed everything.
268 · Sep 2018
Father Flannel
CE Green Sep 2018
Usher in epoch of sentimentality
Grazed arms with hickory, penultimate grazer mud nails.
An entire room filled with people I thought I loved, when thinking was entertaining the thought I once had.
Vocal retention. Left and heard, not wanted but understood.
Can you bring me back?
Is it possible?
Can you take me back?
Is it honorable?
194 · Oct 2021
stunned
CE Green Oct 2021
and so you fell away introspectively
a cough and a cold shoulder
forehead press, and no kiss.
going forward half sincerely
the wet and one note weather
bed head stunned, enter no forgiveness.
106 · Jan 2022
Intrusive
CE Green Jan 2022
Thumb split, encroaching dead skin
Text message architect, you included
a memory within.

Imagery drought **** love eyes
emoji stressed forlorn insect thighs.

now without a doubt, you grasp on to
my worrisome tide full self

Indigo, doesn't know where to go, when blue is left to its initiation show.

Numb drift, welcoming dead thin
Draft notations, all intrusive
a daydream within.
101 · Apr 2022
The End of You
CE Green Apr 2022
Enveloped in rapturous craze
Sweaty soul, gainless days
There we were again
like things had never changed.

Some old Soul Song plays
Grasp your wrist and fall into stasis
Because I couldn't please you, not then
But I still want to dance with you
Perhaps romance is not lost on us.

Wind down and tell me a funny story
There was one about your sisters folly
We go ahead and fall short of transparency
I idle along, expectantly

This can't be the end of you and me
as much as it needs to be.
99 · Mar 2022
Untitled
CE Green Mar 2022
Verse:
Head case, ending the story
color bleed head flip astronomy
frantic fantasy:  a question

Pre Chorus:

Would the notes that were gifted mean anything?

Chorus:

I'd let you know that I love you, that I was sincere in my appreciation.
and if I collapse suddenly, I'm sure it's imminent sentimentality.

Well! Ok!

My guts are worn and ripped, my stomach drunk and stiff
Keep those thoughts to yourself, to yourself. (X2)
#SongwritingProgress
88 · Jan 2022
All Over the Place
CE Green Jan 2022
Often I can't explain how it happens
How I get choked up at the initial glance we share, most days.

And yes, it's early, a morning happenstance. Too early to classify as pretense. This is my vulnerability bleeding through your loveliness.

Grabbing me close, no signs of release, a craned neck with silver chain, worn and cheap.

Scented flower child reaching to breathe, a thrift store tee shirt, sleep sized, you lent to me.

I don't want to die tonight, the tyranny of my dreams say otherwise.
At least we have December.

Coal mask breathing technique, the most uniform and unmatched fashion.

i just don't know what I'm-a-gonna do. if i dont find a cure for the january blues.
86 · Feb 2022
Silver Lining
CE Green Feb 2022
Someplace far North
there is prickly rain pouring.
Within a valley,
a sun soaked memory,
and warmth no longer lingering.

For these are the days I spend,
Gather and taste the endless ad nauseam.
Routine is ******, boring and nuclear
Twilight lust ******, soaring and unclear.

The silver lining in-between,
the ceremonial guillotine.
My head comes off clean with wonderous efficiency.
85 · Jan 2022
Thrift Store Thirst
CE Green Jan 2022
An entrance thief who gathers entry fees
Well unknown and shockingly clean.

Price gouge the lovely deep
Whole of anti anniversary.

Hip strut, floral shift
One swift reminder
Of how I'm not over this.

Good guys, stand up kids
Finishing last, and worshiping carelessness.
75 · Jun 2020
Peel
CE Green Jun 2020
Peering green glass often times
Late twilight, mid-moon rage efficacious.
What I meant, and was trying to say!
Was vague.

Misunderstanding influx incoming interruption infuriating incubus insisting

‘Spelling it out does not mean “T” crossing or “I” dotting’

There is a greater story, a tale left of stage, whimsical, and undoubtedly strange.
59 · Oct 2021
Cater
CE Green Oct 2021
Shadow deer incoming
upon azure hue sight
backmask their beauty fast
Oh, I know! the one about the empty myth?
we heard that one two weeks past.
Temezcal withdrawn
Mauve cycle, crass.
You've told me a thousand times
To hell with empathy tax.
56 · Dec 2021
The Hollering Room
CE Green Dec 2021
Wander through a dim and hollering room
this length of blaring and vital youth.
They aren't people tonight, they are wolves
hiding fangs behind masks that drool.

and all about them a feeling of depraved deception
insidious heat permeates the space and it seeps into my feet as I make my way across the hollering room.

And just at the moment I feel I've made a mistake, that I should not be here, that I do not belong, that a strange and imminent fate is afoot there is a

pause

all else is shrouded amongst the noise and haste and a solitary single angel enters my line of sight. If important things are so hard to say how can we not help but to get them out?
And is it true that things like this always happen for a reason?

Some questions I ask myself.

And I never got to hold your hair back when you became sick
I just held you there in a windswept freeze, ocean midnight breeze.
She smells like sunlight and blossoming summer flowers
and I want to be there. Right now, I just want to be there, far away from the hollering room.

— The End —