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Must be on another planet
No way Earth has this much pull
Gravity serves a purpose
But it's dragging me down to hell
No one believes me-
When I talk or when I write
So what's the point?
Trying to avoid the knife
Don't have the luxury to repress notions
Depressing emotions
Could fill an entire ocean
Can't numb them with numbers
Cause I don't have the cash
So it's a roller coaster of black back-to-back
Cause if I had access to excess
The demons would go to sleep
And I could create something dissonant and harsh
Like only a freak would know how
But elation never lasts
Only my head which inflates like a balloon
But never stops until it reaches the moon
But it's already been there,
Says the craters on my skin
Now it's bound there like Prometheus
A wo-man outstretched like a star
But never to shine like one
 Apr 2015 Miranda Renea
anu
Life is neither a hell nor a heaven...
Feeling irritated....Doesn't know the reason..Hate myself(my personality)..
By: Cedric McClester

Terror claimed in Islam's name
Is at best misguided
Because terrorist abandon Islamic understanding
When they make that claim
Despite the Middle East, Islam stands for peace
Suicide and ******'s not condoned
Though some choose to use it
And in so doing abuse it
Thus inventing a religion of their own
Chances are none to slim that a true Muslim
Could ever think the terror is allowed
When there is ample proof of the Qu'ranic truth
What is haram can never be halal


(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
The pine needles hold
Up the white and glistening
Snow in the silence
Winter haiku
I met you in the midst of a summer’s night
Down by the lake.
I remember seeing all of the stars
Through the calmness of the rain.
At your favorite place I met you,
But thought I would never see you again.

However, I did see you again
On another summer’s night.
The moon let me see right through you
That second night down by the lake.
You always admired the rain
And the way it brought out the delicacy of the stars.

The pulchritude of the stars
Brought me back again,
Even when it would rain.
I would always meet you every night
Down by that illustrious lake
That was cherished so much by you.

But there is something that I never told you.
You see, I was always jealous of the stars
And of that ever so serendipitous lake
Because of how much you admired them again and again
In the stillness of the night
And in the tranquility of the rain.

And yes, I was also envious of the rain
For, in my eyes, I could never be rain for you.
I could never shine like the stars at night.
The light that you saw in those wonderful, terrible stars
Is the only thing that brought you back again
To that oh so lovely lake.

But then, you told me that I was the lake
In a voice more soothing than the rain.
Then, you looked at me again
And I saw the light in you  
Which reflected in my eyes like stars
Down by the lake that night.

And ever since that night,
I have never looked at the stars
Without seeing you.
This is a sestina I had to write for my AP English class. Enjoy.
By: Cedric McClester

Sarah sold her body
So  she could get a fix
Though she died a little
Each time she turned a trick
Then one day she vanished
Into the thin air
Just another missing *******
And no one seemed to care
She was not the only one
Who disappeared that way
There were lots of others
According to what they say
Lost among the missing
But what nobody knew
Was the individual agony
That each of them went through
Think of all the Sarahs
Who slip through the cracks
The ones we rarely hear about
Yet are no less of a fact




(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
You bring out this weird thing inside me
      Something I haven't experienced before
            It bubbles up like dish soap in a sink
     & then it pours over the sides every time
            I hear your laugh

             When you tell me something nice,
                    you don't understand how little I get it
             & it makes me smile for more than seconds,
       but minutes, hours, days, every time
             I hear your voice

             You held my hand differently than others
      Like you had something to say with your fingers,
maybe a story about how well they fit entangled
      with one another's or a short love story every time
            I feel your touch

"So will you go to prom with me," you asked me,
       so casually, but I didn't need anything big or more
              like I thought I wanted because that all changed
       as soon as I met you & fell for your charm every time
             *I see you
Why did I have to meet you...
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