"cellmate" poems
Quincy Valero
Everybody’s best friend
Jet black hair
Shiny brown eyes
A boyish smirk
Standing six foot something
Coming out of catholic school agnostic
Attending state college
Every word that came out of his mouth was a riot
A funny story of a bad situation he was in that he can laugh at now
An awkward moment with a girl he tried to get in bed
God awful train rides with a clueless conductor
Quincy Valero
A wanna-be Casanova
The irish-italian self-proclaimed “Don Juan of Dumont”
Roaring down the suburb streets in his bright yellow mustang
From Bergen county to Trenton
Edgewater to Ewing
Bumping R&B; from the 90's
A main girl
A side chick
And a few back pocket broads
Leading them on
To where?
I’m not even sure he knows
Quincy Valero
My best friend since I’ve been here in Purgatory
My lifelong cellmate
My hetero life mate
My brother of second thought
Our token white boy
He’s had his ups
Wild ragers until day break
A four way with me and two girls in my four door sedan
He’s had is downs
Falsely charged with domestic abuse
Community service, endless court room hearings, suspensions and a whole bunch of nonsense
Quincy Valero
The quintessential example of the modern day male
Stays up all night
Sleeps all day
Opportunistic
Egotistical
Miserly
*****
And hungry
Always aching to put in his two cents
And leaving everyone in a howl of laughter
An Adderall popping
Seasoned drinker
A professional *** smoker, coached by yours truly
Fast talking baritone voice
With a half serious tone
Yes, Quincy Valero
The tight plain white t-shirt wearing
Chino sporting
Nostalgic, slightly racist, sexist, anti-semitic
Bust usually honest, friendly and apologetic
Good hearted dude we all love to hate
And hate to love
Bed-headed
Pajama bottom ***
Talking about his Svedka regrets
And we laugh and laugh and the stupidest things
Then remember events that seem so long ago
And then make plans for tomorrow
Yeah, one of my best friends
My oldest friend
That’s Mr. Quincy Valero
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
divine serpent twisting her lungs
burning the sheets because she likes the taste of ash on her tongue
an angel would shred his wings
just to get the chance to dive into her lake
all repenting is done on the knees,
i breathe, i break
shatter
and mend
hazy pools evaporate
when the curve is just over the bend
writhing, like cyaninde does in my veins
savagery and bliss do consummate
in this battle of a lover's only cellmate
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 8:16 PM UTC
I traded the Midwest for West Coast sunsets.
I left my home.
Some people said they were so sorry that I had to uproot.
I was not.
My home was my prison.
My Hell.
My cellmate was a cold-hearted beast with claws for hands.
Who used fists to persuade me that I was not good enough.
I hung my head low.
I had glass for teeth and empty space for eyes.
The other children clawed at my differences.
Tried to tear my originality
They beat me to only clay and a brain so they could mold me into who they wanted me to be.
I let them.
I thought a life lived alone was no life at all.
Alone is who I am.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
Everything happens for a reason
No one who ever knows anything
Is not a someone to me
Usually
But your blue eyes know
The inside of my mind
I'm an Indian prince
Of chikiwa descent
It's my birthday today
Red dress
Your whistle seems dry
Drink up this
Fire water with me
Hands lead to shoulders to mouths to tongues
Music plays on the radio
Crackeling in the dark
Smoking coffin nails for scientific research
You have stumbled on a space age invention
Number 666
I got out of jail for this
****** ******** town
So I smoked the peace pipe
For days and days
We shot bullets and tequila
Numbing Human pain
I'll pray for you to Allah
You pray for me to fate
Jesus was my friend
My favorite cellmate
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 2:52 AM UTC
three years I worshipped
in the red brick cathedrals
by the ugliest lake on the planet,
but I was cast out of the holy halls,
with mounds of Mellaril, and other sacred potions in pill form
to see the “outreach caseworker”, though I never knew
what she was reaching for
my husband had divorced me,
both my sons were in Dallas, dealing cards
at Wall Street casinos, holding the aces for themselves or a chosen few,
like I really knew anything about what
filled their days
my sister took me in,
fed me finger foods, had her maid bathe me
and invited the ghosts from my past into her house
they all hugged me and told me how nice my hair looked
now that I was no longer yanking it out by the fist full
and choking on it as it went down
they smelled of sycophantic scents from Macy’s
and Neiman Marcus, and I longed for the odor of my cellmate,
who had to be submerged in a steaming sea once a week, after
they had pumped enough of Morpheus’ brew in her to
mellow a mammoth
I missed her, and her truculent silence
and the way her arms writhed in her jacket,
like so many snakes squirming to be free,
or perhaps those were the last sin eating serpents
in their death throes, but I would never know
for in 1000 days and 1000 nights, her jacket
was never removed, for the white ones feared what
black storm waited inside, so they allowed it to hide
someplace in her fetid carcass
now when I look across the charcoal stillness
of my room, cluttered with dead distractions,
I imagine her there, on her cot, producing anthems
on mad marching afternoons, or singing lullabies
in evenings last gasps, all without making a sound,
then my eyes well with tears, for I know
she would miss me too, and worry
what I was doomed to hear and smell
now that her mystic music and stench
were stolen from me
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
I wish you were my cellmate
In this secret jailhouse heart
Shackled wrists and captive soles
Our bond a metal spark
Of sharp steel keys
In sharp steel locks
That hide us from the air
The air dragged in through two great lungs
The gateway to this lair
We’d spend the days devising plans
For solace and escape
While secretly devising plans
Preserving this round shape
For there’s no jailbreak from ones frail heart
As small as it may be
This red hot blood flows swift and coiled
Sanguine cycle will not cease
Until my red hot pedigree
Flows free and unconfined
By walls of flesh and stark white bone
A mortal contract signed
The day we swim in freedom blood
The day we will return
To mingle true with dirt and roots
And end this prison term
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 7:21 PM UTC
Cold concrete, isolation, barbed wire and stories of crime echo among these walls.
Trust not the cellmate, do your time, lonliness is in these halls.
A good soul waits, degrades, rejects the best of days that are offered in this place.
Dream of days outside, amidst the real world, if only I can finish this race.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
I am sitting at the table.
looking at my microwave food.
I am eating it raw...
Cause five minutes is too long.
when Depression is whispering in your ears.
I am happy that I even made it out of the bed.
which mean I was strong enough. To fight against the darkness.
That usually P
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...Into an oblivion prison...
Where -Loneliness- is my only cellmate.
I am sitting at the table.
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
Our cell has expanded.
Walls which were once eight-by-nine now extend infinitely.
The grey cracks in the walls run like rivers into the oval seams.
The window is now a barred prism of light from which we peer into the nigredo, rising from the mud with mercurial orb.
The mould is now the jungle on which I rest my *****
This is the light of God which cascades across our concrete walls.
My cellmate is my lover; we both sit naked on the east wing,
Within the darkened hall.
Scars now etch across my body, from my ******* down to my rancid *****
Sunlight no longer shines through our window;
We hide from the beams and from the insects which mesmerise with their shimmering forms;
And we hear the cries of our brothers whose cells do not expand, but contract;
And we hear the raptures of those whose cells have transcended physical forms
And can be reached into as one would reach into the membranous, astral walls.
Nov 3, 2023
Nov 3, 2023 at 9:29 AM UTC
Cold concrete, isolation, barbed wire and stories of crime echo among these walls.
Trust not the cellmate, do your time, lonliness is in these halls.
A good soul waits, degrades, rejects the best of days that are offered in this place.
Dream of days outside, amidst the real world, if only I can finish this race.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
My friend is sleeping on the floor
Surrounded by a puddle of red water
He isn't breathing anymore
Neither are his mother or father
We were playing a simple game
The last one to fall asleep wins
It got boring having everything be the same
So I sank a blade into their esophagus within
The red and blue lights flashed and a man said I was bad
They put me in time- out and it made me sad.
But I got orange cloths and we played robbers and cops
And I watched laughing as my sleeping cellmate drops.
I dug his eyes out with a spoon
And a white van came soon
They placed me in a room with pillows on every wall
The room wasn't very wide or tall
So now I sit on my bed and mope
Sitting here wearing my nice white coat
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
Off the coast of Panama,
That's where I belong,
I got all the time,
There,
Where my only flower grows.
To Your pirate prisons please!
That's where I belong,
To the cold, dark, blue, grey cells of Yours
There,
Where my one true love hopes.
Lock me up and beat me up,
So I'll know that You love me,
The only love I've ever known,
There,
Was the love I found here.
Take all my time,
Like if I've never had it,
Years, decades, centuries?
There,
Where days are (not) my enemies.
For now, I can only wait,
For You to be my one sacred place,
Go and make me Your cellmate,
There,
Where I've always longed to be.
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 4:10 PM UTC
A judge ordered me to pay my ex-wife alimony.
I told him that his ruling was a bunch of baloney.
I refused to pay her anything because while we were married, she cheated.
She broke her wedding vows, it was a shameful way for me to be treated.
When I refused to pay alimony, the judge sent me to jail.
I've been ***** ten times by the man who shares my cell.
It was the principle of the thing, that's why I refused to pay.
My cellmate is about to violate me again, I've had better days.
I hope a cop or prison guard can hear me as I begin to shout.
I'll pay my ex-wife whatever she wants if they'll let me out.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
Most children want toys for Christmas but I wanted revenge.
Santa put me on his naughty list and what I did made him cringe.
I called the cops and told them that Santa molested me.
The cops went to the North Pole and arrested him, there will be no presents under people's trees.
He put me on the naughty list because I yanked a girl's ponytail.
The punishment didn't fit the crime so now Santa is rotting in jail.
What Santa did was unfair so now I'm making him pay.
And he's really unhappy because his cellmate is gay.
I heard that Santa has been sexually assaulted every day he's been in jail.
There is no money at the North Pole so the elves aren't able to post bail.
What I did may have been wrong but it feels so right.
I got revenge and no gifts will be delivered on Christmas night.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC