"cruely" poems
Laid here counting roof tiles...
two at a time
my eyes heavy
but my lids in denial
of sleep
she whispers in my ear
are you awake
then adds
good
with a grin
WHY NOT abandon one basic need
for another
why not rest
upon anothers flesh
soft and warm
scented with the promise
of dreams
insomnia so cruely denies
Pillow pressed beneath her back
giving support
so sorely needed
amid the punctuated night time prayers
God called upon in blasphemous tongues
praised and cussed
in unison of mouths wet and open
Sheets that offer no warmth soon cast off
replaced by heat of breath
and perspiration sweet and salty
to the lips
kissing
nibbling
biting
nails find no fault inscribing thank yous
in reddened ink
Falling back exhausted yet wide awake
as by my side
cuddled in she sleeps
smiling
and I close my eyes and think myself blessed
for every night the first
for we two
have yet to sleep
together.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
Why was I giving
such a perfect love
Then have it so cruely
taken away
I really thought
my perfect love
by my side would forever stay
Is this what life throws at you
in order to make you strong
Some of life's challenges
are just nasty
and feel so wrong
I don't want you
to leave me
on this earth all alone
Everythings so twisted
makes my body
as cold as stone
Some days are so dark
for me
I think of ways
for us to go together
But then I think of our children
their love I truly treasure
So I try to see the good things
that I have in what is my life
And to be there
for our children
in the good times
and when there's strife
I know that I can't leave this place
So I shall carry on
with a broken heart
And love you
till the very end
Until death do us part
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 9:26 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
You've taken every Dream i've had
Laid waste to every plan
cruely taken all i've Loved.
Left me in this Godforsaken land,
When I called out in the night
while in hot writhing agony
with a troubled heart unconsoled
Why did you not answerer me?
When I begged you take this pain
from my aching breast
I felt the arrow through my heart
Blood pouring from my chest,
I Prayed to you a thousand times
and pled a million more
Why leave these fiery beasts
Banging,busting down my door?
You left me in the dark
with Demons and no control
I couldn't help but think at last
this my death bell toll.
You left my life to Satan
when I did but beg release
and like a fool I still Prayed
for my Soul--Abiding Peace
You left my prayers unanswered
night after night- No Reply
What did I ever do to you
That even my death you would deny,
As silent tears run down my cheeks
I will Pray to you No More!
I realize you have Forsaken me
and left Demons at my door.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
they told me I couldn't love you
not in the way one would expect
but from snide comments and laughter
the cruely of homophobic friends
not bad people, just confused about what's right
but all I wanted to do was hold you tight
and feel the echo of your bones as we stayed up all night again
in our rightful place together
I never thought it'd be them,
with their judgemental jokes and comments
I thought they would come to their senses
wouldn't they? They're my friends after all
they're not bad people
just confused and with their confusion
the words they produce burn souls and snap bones
they crush dreams and shove people into the dark
it's from the people I know best
the guardians of my own heart
and the keepers of every breath I breathe
but how can they guard and keep my breath
if they can't save my love?
All I need is you, to hold me tight
until my bones break and my tears
are full of blood and happiness
we can guard eachother's breaths until they
slowly run out floating into the lost souls eyes
and staying there forever,
while we lay there with our faces upwards,
a river of our love,
a river that runs red late into the night
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
I still miss you, sometimes.
In the aching quiet of the night
When my thoughts wander to the smiles
And the laughs, and kisses.
I remember how you looked at me,
Like I was the answer to a thousand questions
I know you answered all of mine
Or at least, you did at the time.
You taught me lessons.
Like how to sing freely,
And how to love
Both openly and cruely.
I'm starting to forget your voice
And the way your hand fit in mine.
The smell of your skin
Has long since been washed from my sheets
I know we'll never be friends
You don't want to see me again.
And that's alright.
Thanks for the adventure.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
The men and women
Who wear blue
Risk their lives
For me and you
With some exceptions
But here’s what’s true
Most do the job
They were hired to do
So if one goes down
In the line of duty
At the hands of some ****
Who shoots ‘em cruely
I can’t help but morn
I mean that truly
And I pray for their soul
So go ahead and sue me
The men and women
Who risk their lives
To serve and protect
That some despise
Deserve our respect
We should realize
What a tragedy it is
When one of ‘em dies
So for those who have
I say rest in peace
Cos one day I know
The violence will cease
Unfortunately now
It appears to increase
So I pray for those
We call the police
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Who’s the fairest of them all?
This cracked reflection
Haunts me,
Taunts me.
Do they see,
What I see?
If they do,
Lie to me.
This beast before me,
Knows no love.
Oh twisted mirror,
You’ve ruined me so.
They see a pretty face,
With a precious glow.
And if I dare to look
I tremble at the image
You cruely bestow.
Mirror, mirror
On the wall,
Tears knock me
To my knees
Forever I’ll crawl.
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 8:51 AM UTC
This world
takes you
and holds you
and shows you all that you could have.
Then it forsakes you
and throws you,
cruely,
into the bone crushing groundswell,
the fountains,
the wells,
and tells you to sink or swim.
Do or die.
Survival of fittest.
and you curse the sky.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC
Take the ten thousand fragments
Of this heart you stomped on so cruely
To win your popularity contest
Avoiding obvious feelings
Of which you proclaimed
Sweep them under the rug
This heart breaks no more
It will never be broken
It will never be fixed
Love is nothing but misery to me
Yet love is a game to you
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
O Human give me love
O beautiful girls give me love
Where is priceless,matchless,countless love in the Universe.
Their is no measure's,no wall,no limits, no boundaries in love.
But we human's cross every limits, breaks every tradition in love.
We betray our loved ones
We do not remain faithfull to our loved one's.
But we find our love in strange streets, blue and red streets.
Roaming here and there for love.
At last not least
We **** our loved one's love very cruely
O my love, there is no love between us.
World and Universe are full with technology and money minded
But their is no place for love and beloved one's.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
Little red riding hood
Running through the forest
Doesn't even see the wolf
She doesn't feel his presence
Little red is rumored to
Have senses keen and quick
But she doesn't feel his pounding paws
Or hear the snapping of a stick
All she thinks is "Get to grandma's
"Before it turns dark"
But he's sneaking his way to her
Blending in with the tree bark
Her heart is pumping up a storm
From all the adrenaline
While he is hiding in the bushes
His stare is quite intense
Just before she can stroll by
He pounces from position
And strikes her with his paw so hard
She loses her ambition
Seeing death before it comes
She curls into herself
Her life just flashes cruely
To where all she thinks is "help"
A bang as loud as thunder
Echos hauntingly to her ears
And she flinches away from where
The wolf should have been, submitting to her worst fears
A gentle voice calls Little Red's name
And she snaps her head up fast
Seeing a dead wolf lying there
All she can think is "at last"
Remembering the person who'd called her name
She witnessed a scene of her grandmother
Slowly lowering the tip of a gun
And giving her a smile like no other
"Well done, grandmother," Red quickly cheered
Clapping her hands as she stood
But her grandmother shook her head and sighed to herself
"You've got dirt all over your hood."
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
Fragile, you say?
And that may partly be true,
but defenseless? I am not.
Weak? Possibly—
Scared? Definetely.
Even so, my body will try—
I will try—
everything pushes so I could be alive,
every single cell
wants me alive,
people that love me
want me alive...
I want to stay alive.
So as you hammer at my shield
and twist my thoughts cruely,
just know that I am not defenseless—
and I might give in,
but not without a fighting chance.
I will try until the very last second
because the only person wants this
is you.
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC
"Smothered Love"
Don't make me any more promises from ur mouth of swelling lies. Go ahead and say u hate me more and dry those fake tears from ur eye's.
Talk to ur ****** men when I'm away or my back is turned. And show me all that sluty deceit of being a ***** that u have learn.
Watch me as I get eaten by my sickness to a weakness of no coming back. As the sore and wounds forget to heal and my strength becomes slack.
Look in my dying eyes as I lay upon my long awaited death bed. Smother the air slowly out of me with a pillow u hold and pushed tightly around both sides of my head.
Watch me as I die the death that I dreamed and spoke of for so long. Then rejoice in ur laughter as my last breath is cruely and painfully pushed away with a weak *** grone.
.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
In another life,
what if I didn't take
the joke so seriously?
What if I would have been
your friend?
Would I have been
the one to hold
your hand?
Would I have been
the one who you'd
hold in your lap,
a kiss on the cheek,
and a quick 'snap'
from the camera?
Would I have been
the one with a
tattoo on my hand
similar to the one
on yours?
In another life,
what if I hadn't
broken your heart
and cheated from the start?
What if I didn't ruin
your trust issue's and
just had let it go?
Would I be the one
you'd marry?
Would we have that
white picket fence,
big house to match the
big family we dreamed of?
Would I have been
the one to
make you so proud?
In another life,
what if I
was a little nicer?
What if I was a
little braver?
Would it have
made a difference
if I gave you those
booklets of highlighted
places to go visit?
Would it have helped
if I was a little
prettier?
What about if I
was a whole lot more
thinner?
In another life,
who would we all be?
Would I have met you all,
and would you have
let me fall
so dangerously
and cruely?
And would you
make up the three ghosts
that haunt me and
know me the most?
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 1:04 PM UTC
The first thing you see
The thing I despise,
I'm trying to cope with
To say I am is a lie.
I'll admit to be better
Than back when I spent
All my time concerned with
What meal might come next
I've treated you cruely
Both inside and out,
I thought you deserved it
I know I'm wrong now
My body, my body
I promise to love,
At least try to be kind to
And heal these old wounds
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
In a café drinking coffee,
Watching people pass on by,
People happy People sad,
Babies in prams starting to cry,
I wonder where these people are going?
What their lives are like truly?
Are they loved or are they beaten?
Are they happy or treated cruely?
Lots of things go through my mind,
When watching people on the street,
What that person's really like,
Or if it's a person I'd like to meet.
You can not really know for sure,
What goes on behind a closed door,
They may look happy, loved or rich,
But maybe they're sad, unloved or poor.
So while I sit down drinking coffee,
I wonder how it would be,
To put myself in one of their shoes,
And show a bit of empathy.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 5:26 AM UTC