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Cece Aug 2018
All I wish for is an everlasting storm,
whose thunder will soothe me to sleep
when people fail to do so,
and startle me at weird moments,
putting a grin on my face.
Lightning that will wake me up,
and pull me out of exhaustion's grasp for a brief moment,
a moment of awe,
and add a sparkle to my eyes when I most need it.
A storm with heavy rain,
adept at hiding tears from prying eyes
and muffling escaped cries
with constant drumming on the roof,
distracting others from my pain.
Rain that cools down blushes and keeps me humble
because ****,
my hair looks awful when it's wet.
Wind that can pick me up
and take me somewhere else, anywhere,
or blow my hair in strange ways to make me laugh, a least.
I want a storm to keep me company,
because sometimes people just won't do.
Listen to 3racha on youtube bc this was supposed to be a sad poem but their music makes me happy so this poem turned out weird and whimsical???
Cece Aug 2018
A starry sky,
borrowed from someone else's heart,
from their happiest moments.
A memory of the universe,
given to another with an excited voice,
hyper and exhilarated,
describing it with sparking eyes.
Fluffy clouds
seen laying on soft,
sweet smelling grass, cuddling and smiling
with so many others.
The sun's warmth a reminder of their own,
kind and soft.
A clear night
catching fireflies with them at three a.m.
Of course letting the bugs free,
just feeling the pure delight in the accomplishment
as one always does.
Standing with eyes closed
enjoying the breeze and the company
of pretty souls so nearby.
Yellow sunflowers,
given from their love.
Bright and shining,
a mirror of their feelings,
their happiness and friendship.
A quiet café,
sitting by a foggy window drinking tea.
Enjoying the serenity of a peaceful moment,
something that doesn't happen often
in between all the chaos that is life.
The calming scent of mint and chamomille
drooping their eyelids
and forming soft smiles all around.
to my friends. i love you all in one way or another, no matter how unconventionally (ahem one of you in particular but hey). i miss you horribly and i'm feeling nostalgic af. based on my happiest memories with you guys (some without you but the happiness reminds me of you guys)
Cece Aug 2018
I promised you roses.
Yet you took the garden.
Stolen,
Gone forever.
You took everything I had
and had the audacity to shatter it
As my obliviousness stared at the stars,
Entranced,
Like every other night.

I promised you love.
Yet you took my heart.
Pretty,
Sweet,
absolutely destroyed
Without my knowing,
While my obliviousness got lost in the songs we fell asleep to.
You threw my heart on the ground and stepped on it too,
As if to make up for any kindness you had showed me before.

You ruined the stars for me,
You ruined my love,
You ruined me.
All because I promised you love
and you took my heart.
All because I promised you roses
and you took the garden.
Woo I hate this but that’s to be expected it’s the first poem I’ve written in a whileeeee (also this isn’t based on experience I haven’t actually dated anyone but it’s based on a line I heard somewhere of I promised you roses)
Cece Jun 2018
So you’re on the Main Street, right?
Turn left onto the little alley way
next to the flower shop,
standing prettily with its painted windows and gorgeous displays.

Tucked away behind other shops,
you’ll see it.
With its inviting smell of coffee,
hot chocolate, and cookies,
and the perfectly neat pastry rack by the counter.

Each cupcake is frosted perfectly,
Each muffin baked with love and care;
and strawberries, of course.
Once you experience all of that, you know you’re at the best coffee shop in town.

The curtains are tied back into perfect little bows
To reveal glittering windows with a view to nowhere, but a beautiful view nonetheless.
There are little shops and restaurants, making it amazing for people-watching,
especially for artists that like drawing people!

If reading is more your style,
you’ll find gorgeous bookshelves sitting along the pretty walls.
They’re fully stocked with hundreds of novels, from new to old;
in alphabetical order too.
Sprinkled with dust that makes them even more endearing somehow.

So once you make it to the coffee shop,
Go inside and enjoy the food and drinks, okay?
Stay as long as you want there, they don’t mind customers that hang out even for hours
lost in a borrowed book or painting the summer sky that they saw 5 hours ago,
now painting from memory because of the moon coming up.

And maybe buy some flowers on your way back! 
The flower shop is pretty, with its sweet smell and colorful blooms.
Have fun,
and welcome to a town of dreams!
Cece Jun 2018
The blush of warmth
catches up with winter's withering sprint.
Thousands of petals bloom
into gorgeous flowers
swaying in the pretty breeze.
Even winter's finest snowflakes
can't compete with the vitality of the season.
As trees shake off their snowy coats
and don leaves once more,
the birds announce
that spring has come.
Their pretty song
driving away the lasts
of the cold, howling, wind.
The days grow longer,
the temperature grows warmer,
the plants just grow.
Soon it seems the subtle coolness of spring
is melted away by summer,
with it's burning sun
and disheartening heat.
But all kindness is not lost
with the loss of spring's gentle embrace.
Thunder rolls in with the coming of summer,
announcing a burst of rain
to sooth raging anger
left by raging heat.
And as beach vacations and summer break
come to an end, the productivity of autumn
must begin.
The trees display an astounding array of colors,
before eventually letting go of their leaves.
Dry leaves coat the ground,
giving a satisfying crunch
when they are stepped on.
clouds come and go with little rain,
leaving gloom and chilly nights
in their wake.
The fallen leaves are picked up by the wind,
taken up and away.
The trees, stripped from their glory,
sit solemnly,
waiting for the first snow.
And as the chill in the air starts stinging cheeks,
biting noses, and numbing ears,
it comes.
Children laugh at the white, puffy snow,
while parents sigh at the prospect of shoveling.
The grass and any lucky flowers,
now not so lucky,
shrivel under the blanket
that provides them no warmth,
just a frozen death.
Yet the short nights grow longer once more,
and a sweet breeze distracts winter
and keeps it from staying too long.
You can start over at the end and it should blend in to the beginning again, which was fun to try. i was working on descriptions, so tell me how I did, if you want!
Cece Jun 2018
You
You make me smile
when nothing else can.
Yet I start to cry
at the thought
of seeing you.
Perhaps because
you remind me
of what I’ll never have.
What I want
so desperately
but can’t seem to grasp.
It’s held
just out of reach
when you make me laugh,
or hug me close.
What,
you ask,
could I want
so badly?
You.
A short one
Cece Jun 2018
I’m broken.

Every night
I am ripped apart
by a living nightmare.
My thoughts haunt me
until everything hurts.
Until the anger,
makes me punch walls
And hiss in pain
when my knuckles sting,
cry
til I can no longer feel
and I no longer have tears
to give myself,
scream
to no one in particular
because no one listens anyways.

And every morning
I look at the chaos strewn around,
and slowly
put myself together again
until every piece is aligned.
I’m shaky and unsteady,
but it doesn’t matter.
I don’t feel enough to care.
The pretty facade fools people
and that’s all I need
to “live”.
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