"dred" poems
Across the street.
Opposite direction;
Conceit paved with concrete.
Flashback perception.
Across the street.
Anxiety and nicotine
Piercings and red hair
Cigarette guillotine.
One dred behind your ear.
Anxiety and nicotine
Strawberry blonde
Curly or locked?
Wizard's wand spawned
levitation Air blocked.
Strawberry blonde.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
Tired of the torment and distruction,
Countless sleepless nights, filled with worry and dred. Home is your shelter where one goes to find refuge,
Shouldn't it be?
Tip toe from room to room,
Finding solitude amongst isolation.
Try to build a safe haven.
**** you for tearing it down, trying to break down these walls that took me my life to build.
You,
You're nothing, worthless, I almost pitty you but that would mean you're worthy of my thoughts.
Hate you? I don't.
Despise you? I don't.
You hold nothing over me, apart from the one I fear for.
How dear you break her and tear her down,
You will never amount to be even half of who she is.
Justice will be served on a silver platter,
You won't see it coming,
I hope then you'll live in fear.
And I'll be able to sleep through the night.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
They talk of the power dred has over beauty
They never seem to mention the clouds
They talk of the fire, the death, and the fury
But never of songs or sounds
Thy talk of the battles they've lost against evil
They talk of their fallen companions
I will talk of the ocean and stars
And all of the comforts that command them
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
Stuck behind the eyes of a child
feeling like a phone, undialed
a text unread
something else to dred
stuck behind the smile of a loner
feeling the vibe of a stoner
**** wrapped up
sippin' ***** from a lil' cup
stuck behind the heart of the broken
feeling like an unused token
lever totally unpulled
machines heart redulled
stuck behind the life of me
feeling like a failure to what I must be
heart reshattered
like I ever even mattered...
May 7, 2010
May 7, 2010 at 1:35 PM UTC
When Michael Collins came, first from the courts of England,
which in low and lofty Londoun lately were helde,
while Thames there with treachery and treasoun did truly ring,
was Ireland ill split and beset with ignoble stryfe.
Yet there a land lately formed was, where still folk lyve on mydllerde.
Though it is not in this warlike time of Dev that we our tale do set,
after these tymes of troubling stryfe, contentioun salted still the land.
Fine Fail and Fine Gael, then foes many yeres remained
till noblest amongst them, in qualities none lacking,
did do battle in old Dublin and vanquish the dred enemy.
That mon who dreded nought, nightly then held his court in fair Dail Eirinn.
Enda was called that man, and everysince has his noble courte endured.
There, as Chrystmasse came, was assembled his cabinet fayre:
there Sir Wilmore the red, who waited on the grete lorde in readiness.
There with grete courtesey, the kings coins to keep, sat Sir Noonan the balde.
There Sir Reilly, learned in lore of leach and herb, who on erde had little left to lerne.
Eek Sir Varadkar the gaye who granted was, the grete kinges horses to groome.
Laste, the lovely layde Burton, who, the rede rose of Wilmore would long after carry.
Other knyghtes numerous were there, but of these now, nought will I
tell,
for fallen to feasting were this fayre companye al and fayne would I not,
in tedious trials of descriptioun, your patience for to trye.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
Lippy Dippy the hippie,
Always so much to say.
Protesting, picketing
Never quite gets his way.
So much about us
The world and how it runs.
Someone to carry a sign?
Lippy Dippy is the one.
He started out with war
Calling out President LBJ.
The issues kept happening
Up to and including today.
Lippy and his hippie cohorts
Protested for human rights
Whether it be about gays
Or brown, black or white.
Get him and friends arrested?
That just may have to be
As long as law and lawyers
Practice their legal infamy.
He reminds of Dred Scott
And how the law of the land
Immorally took the freedom
And dignity of that poor man.
Too little water here
Too much water over there?
Veterans getting gypped?
See if anybody ever cares.
Lippy Dippy and friends
Will gladly show up at your place
And show you what you are;
Bad example of the human race.
Oh, they made fun of him
They called him many names
Including Dippy, so unkind
But it gave him a kind of fame.
It would be nice if maybe someday
There were no need for him.
Unless things change someway
The hope of that is very dim.
So, he and others like him
Which will, of course, include me
With stand up and protest
As long as we citizens are free
To gather publically and say
This sort of situation is wrong,
Then Lippy Dippy and the rest
Will come sing our protest songs.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
How do we sin what's the code its written in?
How to decode and how to judge? Does god only speak through you, my love?
I only wonder who will read me my rights one day? Why do I answer to you today?
If the final daylight is finally here. Don't break my faith.
It isn't you I fear.
Bullets bounce inside my skull. The echoing takes its toll. The voices so filled with Dred. You don't choses the life I've lead.
Only god can judge the dead.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
It’s a firework holiday,
so let’s light up the night,
wave the stars and stripes,
eat barbecue and drink bud light.
We’ll celebrate the liberties
that SCOTUS says we’ve got
it appears they’ve all been bought
and before their terms are over
they’ll resurrect Dred Scott.
Watermelon, hot wings
we’ve even added new things,
like smash & grab lootings
and frequent, random shootings.
Some Republicans want to break away
to form a less perfect union
can you form a successful nation
based on the politics of illusion?
There used to be parades
I’m told, that featured local
things, like firefighting brigades
I guess we’re just to fractured now,
to sashay in such displays.
I bet those were the days.
Jul 4, 2023
Jul 4, 2023 at 12:21 PM UTC
I wonder what it will be like
when I am old and grey
It seems so distant
and yet I know it's not that far away
Will my children love me still
will they think I served them well
Will they treasure the childhood I gave to them
Or feel it was pure hell
Will they lock me in a nursing home
and let me die alone
Will I spend each early night
sitting by a silent phone
Is it possible my biggest thrill
will be a doctor's visit
I dred these thoughts
and yet they come to haunt me
I hope that life is good and sweet
I know I have but one chance
There is no big repeat
I hope I will leave the world
a little bit sweeter
I hope I can stay balenced
and not end in a teeder
Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 7:33 PM UTC
holding the balance, my heart is green...never will i be dishonest or unseen.
my blood & my being are both in the colour of red, just like that of the arch angel we both dred.
I have & enjoy my open communication with you..... so, i speak my words intently right out of the blue.
I go with my gut pulling from yellow.....for i know that i am a kind and decent fellow.
The spark is orange that gives all its life...i bring it in to sight with loving voilet, NOT with the vision of a haters knife.
Indigo is the place where it all comes in....and is weaved into form with the creators manifesting pin.
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 7:55 PM UTC
I see her innocent eyes used and abused, accused of such sinister lies. The pastor, her master, mother, brother, father all force her to hide, with none to confide and lack of sight in her mind.
I find we don't love the ones we call close. Posted up on the block, learning to hold her own, sown into her life the semetry feeling that this world is her enemy.
Anything to take money and make something of herself. 3 reflected mirrors at home reflecting an image to be up held.
Visions of a world of wealth, blinded by the wise men intending to leave her corrupt. It's ****** up, n it ***** but who really give a **** till they're stuck in the same situation?
Pacing through life clueless we might just make it out alive. As she Strives for a future she wakes up to a doctor and several sutures.
Beat down again to the sound of her own head. Bled for prayers so God wouldnt dred her favors.
She never really accepted the trueth that made her. Insisting proof, or a fool to be called a believer. If only you knew that all things were meant to decieve you. When the son rises the light starts shining to find her. What you raised is offering and one day he will help end your suffering for all your strugglig.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
"How are you?"
"I am fine."
"How are you?"
"I am fine."
"How are you?"
And it goes on and on and on,
This courteous game no one invests in
Half-glances sliding over you
Catalouging your state briefly before
Moving onto something else
The unspoken rules of this game dictate
That you keep to routine.
How are yous and I am fines,
Never change
Never stop.
Never, ever, change.
It does not matter
If these are not truths
It does not matter
If you feel like your skin is bursting
And your head is exploding
And your heart is shrieking
And your blood is singing.
They must ask How are yous
And you must say, I am fines
"I am-"
But.
I am not.
I am not fine you want to scream and shout You have not been fine since last year the year you discovered that you don’t matter you are only worth the As in your report book. The teacher’s assessment of you is unfair yet true and you are never anything less than troubled. Red becomes the colour you see behind your eyelids in the dark and in the day When the red stands out and even if it doesn’t because that’s all. You. Can. Think. About. It is the colour under the skin of your thighs when you slap too hard It is the colour that spills over the skin of your forearms where you hide the cuts under sleeves You are falling falling a dizzy mess No one but you will taint this metaphorical white dress. You dig in your work. You solve math problem after math problem and buy new highlighters to line the pages of your Biology textbook and you pay attention in History class even though your friend elbows you in the ribs to get your attention to show off her latest doodle. But still red redred red red red redred dred ered red red is all you can think about, you don’t like the colour but now you just might. it keeps you sane. After class when no one paid attention and everyone disrupted it you ran to the bathroom to create more so. You tell your friends and they look at you sadly but forget later. It takes you months of not eating properly and starving yourself of sentiment before you realize you are too young to be jaded. Other, better friends (though it is no fault of your older ones) pull you through. You learn to like simple things again. You throw yourself in articles and articles of the feminist movement and watch that new TV show and make more friends that loosen you up and make you laugh and dance. You take pictures and create memories again. You live a little more again. You are making progress.
"-fine."
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 8:14 AM UTC
Your soul is far more beautiful than mine,
You've got more miles on your heart,
This must be fate,
I'm so very lucky to have met you at this time.
You're too honest for this world,
And to I; you're too kind,
Don't fight back against the facts,
It seems as though you don't follow the most traveled path,
But there is nothing you lack,
And if you'll let me;
I promise to always have your back.
And like the rain that comes down every now and then,
Emotions I did not know I could feel flood my head,
It's no wonder I can't sleep through the night alone in this bed,
And when in the morning I leave, tis the very time of day that I dred.
I crave your body like a bloodthirsty wolf,
And I'll accept this new found hunger; my judgement it will engulf,
But this broken heart of mine would be much too difficult to mend,
And this wavering depression is a bit to high maintenance to tend,
My baggage is ample,
And I learned long ago that to feel happy; I no longer can pretend.
So if you're feeling up to the task,
Inspired to see what's behind this mask,
The payout is well worth it,
In my bountiful love you may bask.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC
Its not my fault that I'm awesome but was made that way
According to God you might have doubts believing that its true
But He made each one of us awesome too
Don't you know that you're awesome just let positive thoughts take
Flight look in the mirror and repeat these words over yourself
Both day and night and fight for what you believe
Because with no fight you will never receive
Just say that you're awesome waking up or when going to bed
Cast out of the mind the nasty and untrue things
Others have spoken and said let your awesome take over each day
And never live another moment of dred
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Long live Scalia
Now that he’s dead
A Supreme Court Justice
Who’s gone on ahead
Though I disagreed
With the decisions I’ve read
Just for the moment
Let me put them to bed
I take pause
Before starting to vet
The country owes him
A hell of a debt
He served with distinction
And made many upset
Now is the time
To forgive and forget
What can I say
That hasn’t been said
Now that the man
Is clearly dead
Certainly not
That he made me see red
Because of his decisions
That I learned to dred
Some see his death
As Divine Intervention
One less conservative
For me to make mention
We’ve lost the bane
Of the Court’s dissention
And he didn’t go out
Receiving a pension
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
Blue-green pools of dred,
Sandy quick of eyes' undertow,
. . . In over my head.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
You, You're The reason this nonstop voice is always yelling. Always screaming to get out. Never silent, never happy with anything. Everlasting sorrow and despair. Enraged with the lack of life. Ripping the soul out of my being, tearing my brain and molecules to bits and pieces. Never content with where your at, stop doing this to me. Stop thinking about every single bad thing there is to possibly think about. Making me dred every wake up and every sleep. The awful thoughts of everything all at once, all the time.
Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 3:40 AM UTC
I kept telling myself the same things over and over again in my head
Told myself to stay strong
To not shed a tear
And to continue to laugh
But when he said that he's okay with it and that it didn't really matter
I did break
I broke
Although, in that moment
I did stay strong
I didn't shed a tear in his presence
And I laughed at his way of telling the story behind the casino on the cruise
I dred looking back at photo's of him
Because it will never be again
The only man who I've ever called 'daddy'
Just he who heard that word come out of my mouth
He, had his last Christmas
And we have spent it together
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
Six thousand five ***
dred and twenty nine days I
Have lived on this sphere.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
Hold me down
Pull me
Grab my hair
Rip it out and throw me to the ground
Fists held in stasis
Slow
Timeless
Viscous
Weightless
Connect with soft faces
I remember it passing me by in silence
Like an old black and white movie
Flashes of stills
Each a captured moment
frozen
BANG
That’s what sound sounds like to silence
Loud red der loud der louder.
The sound of stillness speaking up. Speeding up.
Black and white becomes colour and I’m left with a taste of red on my lips red dripping on your hands red the passion you have to hurt red like a leaf red under a magnifying glass red staring at a specimen red see red sea red she’s red me red peace of red red der redder redderederederederederederederredred dred.
Loudereder loudredred
Loud. Red. Dred.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
after a long day of witnessing
sweet high school relationships
and fat teddy bears and chocolate roses
better go get myself some carnations
and let it sit in some water with black food coloring
and let the beauty unfold.
//
the longevity of our love is perpetual
that’s what it said on the card she
never received
at least..
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
I remember holding your cold fingers.
The feeling of your cold flesh
Touching mine
Left my body soulless
I was still holding on
Being without a soul didn't matter
As long as I was holding you
I now long for that feeling
of your cold skin grazing mine.
In that moment
I was closer
Now i’m hours
Days
Months
Away from you
My core is rotten
I’m overflowing with anxiety and fear
In that rotten core of mine
There is a thick and toxic dosage of dred
Anger
Insecurity
Let me join you
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC