Cece - Hello Poetry

Cece Nov 2020

there’s something about rain
that makes me want to
run outside with someone
and kiss them until the world
stops spinning.
to dance under the weeping
clouds, incandescently happy
in their embrace.
to feel soft grass under bare feet
and warm skin under wet clothes.
to love in the rain.
to laugh in the tearstained face
of the cruel storm.

there’s something about rain
that makes me wish
i had a love to spite it.

:/

Cece Nov 2020

space?

space has never been so tempting,
yet so frustrating.
the stars are alluring,
so far from the chaos,
pollution, and bloodshed
of this cursed world.
the cosmos deliver their invitation:
they have a warm welcome waiting,
a hearth to curl up next to,
so to speak.

yet stand 6 feet away from anyone,
it feels like galaxies between.
a sweet embrace has been
foreign for months,
now something to die for,
quite possibly.

is resting far above the worries
of the earth worth leaving
the rosy cheek of humanity?

i wanna be on the moon right now ****

#space #stress #worry #stars

Cece Nov 2020

it snowed yesterday

now i watch as the world
melts. the houses drip
from all their corners,
the sidewalks shine like sweat.
i hear a collective sigh of relief
now that the sun is bright and
the storm has stopped.
it’s not like it wouldn’t have,
but until it did, the world
held its breath.
the trees were stiff,
uncomfortable, weighed down
with snow, while people were
glued to their windows.
but now the world melts
with the snow. it sighs and
shrugs off its coat, shakes
its dripping wet hair, and
gives a triumphant smile
to the sky.

Cece Aug 2020

near my house

the golf course near my house
is that manicured kind of pretty
that makes me want to sneak in at night
and scatter wildflower seeds in the wind
to create a little bit of chaotic beauty.
the houses on the street in front are identical in everything but color,
down to even the bushes,
spaced each exactly a foot apart.
the lawns are trimmed to perfection and back again,
no room for natural biodiversity in sight.
no dandelions to pick and make any wishes,
no soft moss for bare feet to enjoy,
no flowers for the bees to pollinate.
the whole neighborhood
is that manicured kind of pretty,
where everything has to be palatable to the organized,
never too much of anything at all.

I simply don’t write poetry anymore unless I’m very inspired by anything ****

Cece Feb 2020

stealing a starry night

"the stars are so pretty tonight,"
so pretty
i want to drown in them.

i want to be swept up in the current
of a swirling sky,
i want to die up there.
a peaceful death,
a death among the stars,
among the angels before i fall.

i want to see heaven,
just once, then i'll let
the riptide take me and
throw me down with the rain,
with all the falling stars
she rejects every day.

I want to feel each wave
crash
above my head;
i want to drown in stardust,
let the sky fill my lungs,
let it **** me.

I'll take some heaven
down with me.

inspired by van gogh's starry night painting

#sad #death #starry #night #stealing #heaven

Cece Jan 2020

It didn’t end

you blew up her phone
every night for years
telling her how you would hurt yourself.
you had her in tears,
but she would respond each time,
despite her fears
that she would say all the wrong things.
everything was so fragile, she was scared
to type each word, to hit send.
A twelve year old, so unprepared
to become a self harm and suicide hotline,
despite how much she cared.
after that she would never seek help from her friends,
as she knew how hard it was to listen,
so she bottled her feelings and hoped the pain would end.

:(

#sad #depression #angry #pain #sadness

Cece Nov 2019

cry me a poem

i can't cry you a river,
i don't have that many tears left to give,
but i can cry you a poem.
i can sift through our memories
drown in our old love,
and cry because it's all gone.
i don't have that many tears left to give,
but i can cry you a poem.
i still have words
and rhymes and
way too much time.
i don't have that many tears left to give,
but i can cry you a poem.
i can take you back to the old days,
love letters and lip gloss
and sweet innocence.
i don't have that many tears left to give,
but i can cry you a poem.
maybe not a sonnet,
and i can't sing, so it won't be a song,
but it'll remind you of spring and summer and good.
i don't have that many tears left to give,
but i can cry you a poem.
a poem that i can throw in your face,
to make you regret the fights,
the cold, the shattered pieces of me.

i don't have that many tears left to give,
because i cried them all that night.

i wrote a whole poem, thought of the title "cry me a poem" and scratched the entire poem bc i thought of this so :)

#heartbreak #sad #crying #tears #poem #poetry