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Dec 2011 · 569
Sweet Sixteen
Cece Dec 2011
Time
is slowly creeping along
is being taken away, day after day
is complete, and utter contradictory.

They say time is a gift,
and that's why we call it the "present"
But is it really?
How is putting a measure
on our daily lives,
telling us when we have to stop;
when to start -
A gift at all?

Time is
immeasurably indistinct.
We like to have the power
to think we can do what we want.
As a society
we like to think we are in control
But we're not.
Time is unchangeable.
A moment passed
is a moment lost.

Never: attainable
returned
relived
or redone.

It is the one thing on this earth
that we cannot escape.
Fate is inevitable.

So this time
make it worth while.
Make it something
beaming
cherishable
undeniably enticing.

Because once it has happened
it will never happen again.
Dec 2011 · 1.7k
Taboo Love
Cece Dec 2011
You are the one I wish I could love.
Flirtatious smiles, and laughs
Can never be anything above
the bond of friendship we have.

Others would disapprove in an instant.
Not only that,
But you always seem so distant.
Your feelings change at the drop of a hat.

Glances are caught,
this is anything but new.
Similar feelings? is what I thought.
But it's hard to tell with you.

One minute we're sitting, and laughing.
The next, we do anything to ignore the other.
This whole thing to me is baffling.
You will forever be, my almost lover.
Dec 2011 · 1.2k
Surroundings
Cece Dec 2011
strolling through the park,
the laughter of children surrounding;
playing, running, making their mark.
a smile forms on thine lips, with vision clouding.

the concept of life, is an utter mess.
push through the pain, and the tears.
childhood was anything but less...
who wouldn't want to relive those years?

betrayal and lies engulf every task;
shifting eyes show anything but kindness.
heartbreak and sorrow are always masked.
society is constantly blinding us.
so be the change in your friends;
otherwise, this **** will never end.
Dec 2011 · 699
Anxiety
Cece Dec 2011
you know they're real;
the haunting is in the air.
though you ignore the feel,
it's undeniably there.

the experience is always expected.
accepting, is what's hard.
sparks of hope die
neglected.
reality burns in, black and charred.

— The End —