"cece" poems
You were sitting in my golden room
You threw my things off their perches
and proceeded to wall on my antique bed.
My bible was pretending to lay silent on the floor.
Oppression wasn’t in the Quran on my bed but the 2000 Red Dodge Ram
Drove you away.
Your parents deemed
my short haircut
a symbol of homosexuality.
They placed my name among the delinquents.
You would always rock your skinny jeans.
I know you were wearing them when you tried to slit your own wrists.
You found things to live for when you found me.
We shed our pants, camped out on my battered couch, and watched Rocky Horror.
I’ll never understand;
you can have love affairs with Panic!At the Disco and Carried Underwood.
You drug me to Jarritos Mexican Soda
And hugged the stranger in the TWLOHA t-shirt.
You texted me “Goodnight, seep tight, don’t let the zombies bite” when you finished my “No mas pantalones” notice.
We went to Sweet CeCe’s to celebrate getting fired from your therapist.
I know you’re okay
the same way you quoted John Green in my room that day
and I still miss you.
Keep your smiles and your paints.
we’ll be 18 one day.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 5:17 PM UTC
The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her blind
She felt such pain
Some spoke in anger
Heard folks whisper
There's no place here for her kind
Still on she came
Through the shame that flushed her face
Until at last, she knelt before his feet
And though she spoke no words
Everything she said was heard
As she poured her love for the Master
From her box of alabaster
And I've come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair
You weren't there the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When he wrapped his love all around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box
I can't forget the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the sin that had me bound
And I spent my days
Poured my life without measure
Into a little treasure box
I'd thought I'd found
Until the day when Jesus came to me
And healed my soul
With the wonder of His touch
So now I'm giving back to Him
All the praise He's worthy of
I've been forgiven
And that's why
I love Him so much
And I've come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And dry them with my hair (my hair)
You weren't there the night Jesus found me
You did not feel what I felt
When He wrapped his loving arms around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
Oh, you don't know the cost of my praise
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
I acknowledge the consequences of keeping you,
my mind implies too many things
and my heart says otherwise-one thing.
Had i not hugged,kissed and touched you the last time we met
perhaps my theoretical decision would come lightly,
because when put in practice,i die of the good memories.
If you could stop mesmerizing me now,
possibly i will walk away and let you go..
But yet i blame you for misleading me,
i came into this relationship without LOve-Proof
and luck was on you,
you shot me into my ***** interest
and i drowned in a pool of blood.
Now that you have disclosed every hindering detail,
i can tell by the tone of your voice ,that you are unhappy.
i know how much she means to you and
how passionately you love her,
she is family,
and family comes first.
So you claim to love me,yet you filled with guilt and remorse.
I desire to know why did you get involved with me to start with..
Now you drop a bomb on me and expect me to tolerate this crap???
Sorry i loved you more than necessary,
you were spot on as per say; "i don't deserve you"
indeed you don't..
I miss you ,yet i must accept reality,pack you out of my purse and move on..>>>
~LoVE CeCE~
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
You could call me female.
You could call me heterosexual.
You could even call me Cece.
You could, but you'd be wrong.
Because I am NOT always female.
Because I am not heterosexual.
Because I am definitely not Cece.
Do you want to know what I am?
I AM gender fluid.
I AM pansexual.
I AM Ash.
Do you start to understand me?
Male, neutral, female
Male, female, and others
Ash Jimenez
Are you still with me?
E unless otherwise indicated.
Don't assume that bae is a he (he is tho).
Yes, I am changing my name.
I hope that you understand.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
Meeting you was God's will..
Granting you access into my world was a choice,
Dating you was a mistake..
but
Loving you was beyond my control..!
~cece~
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 4:13 AM UTC
Meeting you was God's will..
Granting you access into my world was a choice,
Dating you was a mistake..
but
Loving you was beyond my control..!
~cece~
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 4:13 AM UTC
It happened so fast like a shining shooting star,
and the wish was ; may it keep glowing eternally.
My eyes were filled with water,
ecstatic describes that moment best..
It felt like a teenage love affair.
Too beautiful that i felt blessings in my veins.
It grew within me like a seed sowed..
He watered it ,made sure it kept breathing,
and i relished every second.
In return i cherished him in my heart.
I entrusted him with my heart,
and he assured me a place in his heart,
it then seemed genuine,
and i took no cautions of love.
But now my wish is; that star should have shot
from the south to the west,
because i was heading to the north,perhaps i
would have missed the shining shooting star.
In my bed,on my work desk and during my short walks,
i endure the effect of his and my actions.
I still love you,even after all your conniving motives,dishonesty and heart-aches you have revealed to me.
I just have one question though,
was it Love or Infatuation in your case?
because i truly love you.
~Cece~
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
It happened so fast like a shining shooting star,
and the wish was ; may it keep glowing eternally.
My eyes were filled with water,
ecstatic describes that moment best..
It felt like a teenage love affair.
Too beautiful that i felt blessings in my veins.
It grew within me like a seed sowed..
He watered it ,made sure it kept breathing,
and i relished every second.
In return i cherished him in my heart.
I entrusted him with my heart,
and he assured me a place in his heart,
it then seemed genuine,
and i took no cautions of love.
But now my wish is; that star should have shot
from the south to the west,
because i was heading to the north,perhaps i
would have missed the shining shooting star.
In my bed,on my work desk and during my short walks,
i endure the effect of his and my actions.
I still love you,even after all your conniving motives,dishonesty and heart-aches you have revealed to me.
I just have one question though,
was it Love or Infatuation in your case?
because i truly love you.
~Cece~
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
She had a dissembling way
about her.
agenda concealed and opaque as nightfall.
her smile
conniving
making me wish i left sooner.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
Visualising the better life I want to have
On a beach in Turks & Caicos having a laugh
Jolly moments sweeter than a lollipop
Popping up in pop up shops, shopping till we drop
Drop the top off the vehicle, a headless spider chilling, cooler than an icicle
4 wheels instead of 2, 'raris over bicycles
A fraction of the enjoyment I see ahead of me
To manifest the life I want, I visualise it vividly
Frozen hearts warming up with the heat of love
A metaphor for the comfort obtained from wearing gloves
Drive away the vampires with a garlic clove
Representing the bad energy I reject from below
The things I think of when I'm not subject to sobriety include the higher ups destroying our sense of individuality
Moulding people to adhere to the rules in society
Working towards uniformity, abolishing variety
Wisdom is a value I aspire to master
Part of my recipe to avoid disaster
Next on the list is demerara sugar, not caster
Brown like CeCe Winans, singing about a box that's alabaster
Carving her voice into the melody of the song
Serenity surrounds the sound sharper than a prong
Hitting the high notes, higher than hitting a ****
Lyrics that speak to your soul making you feel like you can do no wrong
I went on a tangent, curved away from manifestation
That's what happens when your mind and pen have a miscommunication
At least I had the foresight to have the realisation
Brought to me by honing my skills of divination
Back on track to attack the matter at hand
Manifesting dreams is not something that can be planned
Thoughts become actions so make sure your thoughts are grand
And put the work in to forge a path towards the promised land
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC