"celling" poems
The venom shared from the pillow held witness by the dark.
Can this embrace be cancer to us both?
Are the words hollow as so is the bullet just as dangerous in a lovers hand.
All will be forgiven one day when the hate has been washed clean and all truths tattered beyond reality.
Did we go beyond the path somewhere deeper than are first intention.
A ocean may drown as easy as the silence between us.
Nothing knows better than the night .
And her tears shed were simply a casting calls allure .
Smoke rings to the celling to vanish and linger all the same.
I am memory.
The worst poison of them all.
Killing with time and good intentions.
Nobody has a answer .
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
Entering the void with rainy eyes induced by the manipulating agent who was undercover under her covers. And as the rush came this lush dame was soon abandon in the emptiness which were her hopes and dreams/ she could not cope but scream in the darkness that now became her home. She graps at truth but it eludes her, only the false promises that were pumped into her heart remain. They whisper to her constantly, spewing poison in a fading mind, eviserated spirit; body laying in twisted sheets staring at a pitch black celling that reminds her of the heart that was cruely tricked and abandoned longing for the simpler times, but is now choked by the thorns of lost love. Faith fades, confusion takes hold of once unshakable consciencness of oneself, paradise is lost; a dystopia now surrounds a once blissful secure island of Elysian splendor. Left alone, scorned; this furious angel is being driven maddingly insane by the cold silence that has taken the place of a loving embrace. A million thoughts and questions flood her mind but only one replays itself, "why"? And each time a tiny piece of her heart falls into her hand and slips out of the cracks like grains of sand. But this once radiant muse that would make even the mighty aphrodite envious must pull herself together for the burning light of reality is shining through the darkness cutting through revealing the vacancy which she did not think was possible and face the truth that her thoughts were not her own, but a well contructed fairy tale told from the parasitic snake that fed off her passionate trusting heart. She cries for release to come soon, but alas a new day is steady approaching and now she must hide that pain with a untruthful smile to take attention from the empty void left in her chest; as for the rest? That is unknown......
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
The celling filed with wiggly lines.
My bed soft, mushy.
Pillow is furry, squishy.
My sheets silky, and warm.
My bed the place I slumber.
A place to say good night.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
Trapped in your thoughts
And your brain jumbles when she near
After some time its just you and her
the sunset clashing with the stars
with the spark in the skies you both will lock eyes
and the dangerous game has begun
after a few months the bonds broke
you over think every situation
the trust is gone and your mind will cave in
now she’s gone with your mind re-wired
you try to drink away the pain but it adds to the fire
in-between your hands you feel the spaces
and you can’t get her back you will be replaced then
sitting in the bath tub with a bottle of ***
the stage of loneliness hits whille you stare and the celling
numb from the pain and losing all feelings
so just stare the sky and let your mind clear
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
Broken then broken now.
Lying on this couch reading the the textured celling.
You scream you yell more of the same.
I ran away from this in the first place,
now I'm just back in the same patterns.
You took me with open arms
promising a better life.
But now all i have are more tears and strife.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
All were blinded by your beauty
How ever fake it was
I remember those days so safe
Before your real light appeared
Seeping through the cracks in your mask
Only few saw and reached
Then the betrayal of ugliness burned them
Seeming so strong
It was only time that you fell
So hard
Crashing, your shards made us bleed
All you were was a lie
Waiting to break us all
All you were was a lie
Now your true light guiding you
The wrong way
There were few that witnessed the fall
Our blindfolds ripped from us
And see the monster you’ve become
Some refuse to see you
Most are still blinded by your memory
You made these whole hearts torn
Cold and ugly you have become
That was not the fate we foresaw
Seeming so strong
It was only time that you fell
So hard
Crashing, your shards made us bleed
All you were was a lie
Waiting to break us all
All you were was a lie
Now your true light guiding you
The wrong way
To you I scream in agony
Come back home though I can’t promise
Forgiveness is what you get
Our pride is strong, heavy and pure
Our hearts fortress is stronger
Your memory is always welcome
Only when it is no longer
When you are no longer a memory
You will be let back in
Seeming so strong
It was only time that you fell
So hard
Crashing, your shards made us bleed
All you were was a lie
Waiting to break us all
All you were was a lie
Now your true light guiding you
The wrong way
Sweet pictures of old paint my mind
Your sun is coming love
Open your eyes and see the pain
Yourself inflicted pain
The pain that you passed out to others
From your black box
Like your fake affection and trust
Seeming so strong
It was only time that you fell
So hard
Crashing, your shards made us bleed
All you were was a lie
Waiting to break us all
All you were was a lie
Now your true light guiding you
The wrong way
How long will you stare at the celling
How many nights will you cry
How long will you go on
With the guilt inside
How long will you lie to your self
Now we are strong
When is it our time to fall
So hard
Crashing, when will we make you bleed
All we are is a lie
Born from lies we walk
All we are is a lie
Until we realize that we are racing
The wrong way
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 1:37 AM UTC
- Docter Pepper
- Barbie marathons
- Micro-wave Pizza's
- The cold ravioli you hated
That unfinnished basement was like a home...
- The crawl space under your bed
- The sims
- Doctor Phil
- Mansy ***** bands
- Plans for Highschool
- And Warped Tour
Crying was okay...
- Pepsi
- Locking me out of my I-pod
-Sharing weird two A.M. thoughts
- Panic attacks
- Dumb boys
And I bet gullible is still on the celling.
Remember that moment when everything was perfect?
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
last night
it was softly raining
during the summer solstice,
creating a strange
heavy atmosphere.
i took a shower,
looking trough the small
bathroom window-
watching the mountain,
the fog in the high trees,
it looked like
the forest was breathing.
the birds were all hurried up
to get to their nests,
their refuge
from the night.
i went to bed early,
closed the curtains
and watched
the evading light
on the celling,
and on the floor.
i waited, watched the light
slowly ceasing to pitch-black.
i imagined that outside
was a danger zone,
was the realm of the monsters,
and all the creatures of the night.
my bedroom was my safe zone,
hidden under the soft blankets,
like the birds in their nest.
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 5:37 AM UTC
The celling filed with wiggly lines.
My bed soft mushy.
Pillow is furry, squishy.
My sheets silky, and warm.
My bed the place I slumber.
A place to say good night.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
The house settled slowly into a deep deep sleep
The floor board could be heard yawning
The wind brushed the window
he's coming it whispered
Hush said the bed with a sock hanging from it's nose
the children are asleep
The cat lay sleeping on the settee
and let out a one eyed peep
as dust fell from the chimney
The dog in the armchair sat up
ears touching the celling
as he saw the footprints of Santa’s soot-black feet.
Now the smell of Christmas wafts through the house
The children’s noses twitched
And let out big Christmas yell
Quick, SANTA’S BEEN
All the house was awoken to the sounds
of great joy and the happiness
The smiles on the faces this day
light up the world
and we wish it could be Christmas every day
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
I am from nothing.
From privilege thoughts
and poor choices.
I am from rumpled
school uniforms
and skinned knees.
From the stinging
taste of red clay
to the black and
blue sleeves of
prepubescent rage.
I am from
giant dogwoods
whose long-
reaching branches
scrapped against
that endless,
black celling.
The forever
nights, holding
on to Dogwood
limbs. Eyes un-
blinking. Starring
into the abyss
of creation.
From
Cap’n Crunch
and chocolate
milk to black
coffee and cigarettes.
I am from
absent brothers
and forgetful
fathers.
I am from
awkward crushes
to adolescent
wet-dreams of
the budding
tulips walking
down our halls.
From the
class clowns
to the wall-
flowers.
From the
fuck-ups
to the
*Prima
Donnas*.
From the Sunday fields
of old and new
to the Wednesday
rivers of the born again.
I am from
the warming
light.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
I'm tired
I'm tired of waking up everyday,
Getting up and trying to be staid,
Listening to some music and feeling nothing,
Like i lost all the things to feeling,
Staring into the celling so lazy,
And hiding of the think that I'm crazy,
But I'm and it so ******* scary,
Because I lost myself many years ago,
And I don't know where I want to go,
Or the person I want to be,
Or who I'm now in presently,
My body is my prison,
My death is the freedom,
I just want some time,
To rest or death of mine,
I'm tired,
I'm so ******* tired.
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 7:09 AM UTC
You know when your a kid and you start chewing gum,
And you pull it out of your mouth and strum it like a guitar,
All giddy and such,
Just to hear your mom or dad tell you not to?
After that day you don’t do it again.
After that you put your Gum-Bass fantasy behind and move on.
But you never forget what your parents said.
You never forget them telling you not to do that.
I sat in my room one night,
A stick of Juicy Fruit in my mouth,
Not really caring about a thing.
It was late.
I pulled my gum out of my mouth again,
And I played it like a guitar.
Like a child, I sat and I put it back in my mouth and smiled to myself.
I was happy.
I don’t know why,
Maybe it was the feeling of going back to the days when I wasn’t scolded for bad grades,
But instead for all the little things.
It doesn’t really matter to me.
I was happy.
I was 8 years younger,
Playing Super Mario 64 with my brother,
Waiting for Christmas to come again.
It all came back to me,
And I cried.
Everything came back.
All the memories of people long gone,
All the hatreds I forgot,
All the friends I left behind,
All of it came like poison.
I felt the pain of the bullies fist and words,
The anger that got me into therapy,
The sadness when my cousin died from a tumor.
It hurt.
Every part of my body ached.
I wanted to curl up and wait to forget.
I wanted to cry all night at the things long gone.
I wanted to forget the times my brother hurt me.
I wanted to forget my parents separation.
I wanted to forget my pain and anger.
But I couldn’t.
I sat there and just cried.
I didn’t curl up.
I didn’t reach for a knife and watch my own blood flow.
I didn’t look for my fathers gun.
I didn’t find rope.
I moved on.
I looked at my celling,
And smiled to myself.
I haven’t lived a “good” life.
I am the middle child,
I am the dirt underneath the shoes of some.
It all makes me that much stronger.
And I couldn’t be more thankful for it.
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 6:41 AM UTC
He lay on the bed wearing nothing but a wicked smile.his muscular body begged me to come and caress every last inch.
He crawled to the end of the bed putting his arms round my waist.pulling me in close to his well tone muscular body.
He said lay beside me and tonight I'll take you beyond the stars.we will go higher than man ever could.
His soft lips kissing my neck his hands slowly moved up my thighs.gilding over my stomach caressing my *******
Our naked bodies entwined it stared with a passion kiss.running my fingers through his hair pulling his head back so gently.
His hard length made my body shudder and my heart skip a beat.breathing deep licking his tongue the earth moved in my head.
Hands held down hip pounding deep thrusting gyrating movements,made me beg for more.biting his neck like a vampire needing to fed.
Sliding down his body landing between his legs looking up him.licking his ***** like a lollypop looking up at him.
His moans cut through the night air I could feel his fingers in my hair.he beg me to keep going and not to stop.
He said your my vampire looking to be fed tonight .his hot *** teasted better than honey or chocolate.
He lay back staring up the celling saying nothing unable to speak.looking at his face I saw only a wicked smile.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
I wake up
I look up
I flip to the side
refuse to get out of my blanket
I tug it tightly and put my hands under
tilt my head and fall back asleep
another day like this could go by
I wake up
I look up
wonder what has gone by
breathing in empty air
breathing in what was left
*what is life
that past gone by
we hold such a vivid memories
that gone by*
I wake up
I look up
look to my left and right
room filled with non living things
*what a shame
life is empty
without any heartbeats*
I wake up
I look up
the white blank celling
reminded me of nothing
*The words and the breath
of life, come breathe in me again*
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 1:43 PM UTC
There was no casket to be set into the earth.
Only memories were to be burried washed clean
by the bottles embrace.
Strangers do we part a vist to a familar cold place
by the oceans shore.
Words spoken never hurt when you understand
human nature.
The dark inwhich I only know.
A dark river flowing unto the sea.
Its broken current flow's with no true direction.
As children we start fresh only to loose the spark.
Dancing under a shroud of tenderness apon lifes
harsh stage.
Bitter souls reflect anger lost only tears of regret.
Me i just cast demons down in some twisted hope
I just might forget.
Sometimes you gotta realize when you crash through that glass
celling you only got to look forward to the floor.
The bottle now empty I cast into the dark waters
eternal bed.
Along with a memory I'll pretend to erase.
Distanse is only a thought away.
The road echos my lifes song.
Underground burried so deadly the truth
just as sweet as the lie.
Barbwire and daydreams plague my soul.
Like the bottle that sit's within the depths
of a water cast tomb.
I know strangers as friends.
Night as backdrop.
Farewell seems fitting as hello.
When the river has run dry
To whom will you go?
Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 4:56 PM UTC
One day as I sit on my bed ,I hear what seems to be the pitter-patter of little feet. So,I look up from my book and notice something strange.
The doll, yes the doll, that sits on my beds face has just changed.
From its once cute smile to a hard stare with a grimace for added affect. I tell myself that its just a doll apiece of plastic couldn't move.
So I continue to read. Again i hear the sound though this time its getting closer. AT about this point i get up and call my cat inside. the moment i get back to my bed the whole doll is gone. I think it must've been the dog, so i sit down to read again. too bad for me i didn't seem to look on the celling. now you know why im dead.
- yours from the grave,
Anna-Bella
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
I did everything for you.
I believed in you when you couldn't believe in your self.
I was the one you ran too.
Now I still get your problems
while he gets your best
so I get the **** but I can't get your love.
"hey, here is everything I'm not willing to drop on the new guy."
**** you, **** you, **** YOU.
I was so willing to spend the rest of my life with you.
I was ready to keep every single promise.
seems like you weren't
seems like when it gets real
you run.
I saw the end coming, I saw it coming miles away.
I kept telling myself is it was something we could work through.
you fault is running away,
while I believe in love.
I guess we both have defects.
I'm starting to hit ****
walls,
furniture,
You bring out emotions in me i never had before,
Anger
Utter contempt,
Blind rage.
I lay in bed yelling at the celling,
**** you, **** you, **** YOU"
you broke me like i've never been broken before.
creativity,
emotionally,
you've broken me.
you say you are sorry.
then fix it.
fix this damage you've done to me.
don't just say sorry and go on your mary life.
Sorry doesn't make everything better.
what kills me is that you can lean on him,
and I have no one.
you dragged me through hell.
seems like it's gonna get harder before it gets easier.
even though you've put me all of this,
I still love you.
I still love you, and it kills me I can't have you.
Because you gave me something no one else ever could,
and I don't even know what it was.
it was something I feel like I can't get anywhere else.
you were my drug of choice,
now I'm having withdrawals.
I don't even know how to feel
I just know I'm broken.
Jun 27, 2011
Jun 27, 2011 at 6:01 PM UTC
One day, in early September,
is a day I will forever remember.
The day we had a secret love
hidden within us,
we were in my room and you
bent down and kissed me;
when you stopped I just lay there
and I looked above,
I looked to the celling that was bare.
and you turned around and let me be
the kiss was so out of the blue
and so full of love.
I slowly turned over to you
and made you look back
into my eyes,
which did not hold back.
There were no lies
no secrets within,
they were all for you,
as they had always been.
They were full of empty ties.
When you kissed me, i knew,
that was my que.
(unfinished adding rest later)
Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC
I wait in a line that seems endless
I look ahead only to see that the others are doing the same
The ground beneath my feet is marble, white with a blue shimmer,
Above me resembles that of a wood celling in a log cabin,
Behind me I meet the eyes of another waiter,
He quickly stands straight only to reveal another pair of eyes behind him,
There is a sound un recognizable in the distance and the line moves,
Though only a step, a sigh of relief, for there is much distance to travel,
The light comes and goes, with no observable source of light,
Looking right I see another step out of line,
Standing taller then the rest he heads my direction,
I ask as he passes "what do you see ahead of this line?"
He stares blankly then looks over the heads,
"Do you want the truth?" he asks,
I nod noticing that my personal space has grown smaller,
He points forwards then backwards and says,
"That is where you are going, and that is where you've been,"
"So at some point you'll reach where you're going?"
My space bubble expands with a hushed whimper,
It comes to mind that I should ask him one more question,
"Where are you headed then?"
He smiles, his teeth almost all gone,
"Why wait to know what I already can see"
"I plan to skip this line and find a new one on my own"
He waves as we part his tall figure an outline in the distance,
The line moves though I find myself still standing,
I am tapped on the shoulder and hear "May i skip you?"
I step aside no longer compliant with staying in line.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
We sit in silence together
Surrounded by the celling fan and window creak symphony
The quiet moments speak louder than the laughter
I revel and hold tightly to these minutes
Knowing I'll be packing my bags in a matter of months
Leaving for unknown territory
Turning a new page in this book
Not knowing what I will write
And I can only hope that
You will continue to write your name
In the margins of my story
In between the lines of every page
And all that I ask is that
You will continue to write in pen
And never regret the moments you have written
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
On nights when I lay awake
stare at the celling
pretend I’m looking stars
I wish that they would see you
through my eyes
But more than anything
I wish that you would see yourself
through my eyes
priceless, not worthless
honest, not offensive
just another soul trying to find
the purpose of it all
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
They say shoot for the stars,
But what if I’m indoors?
I’ll just end up hitting the celling.
They say be yourself,
Then they want you to be happy.
What if you’re sad?
People want things they can’t see.
They’d trade in their sight
For a modest lie.
I doesn’t hurt me all that much anymore,
I’ve chewed glass before.
It always tastes the same, like blood.
Being alive is like writing poetry,
You can’t tear someone apart just because you don’t like them.
True poetry comes from honesty.
We need more of it, the truth.
No more masks or plays,
Just us, naked and bare.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
In the darkest parts of the boulevard
where all you heard where people's cries
where blood was dripping from the celling to the ground
you knew you had arrived. Home.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC