"turnarounds" poems
I know you think my heart is a playground,
Shaped with love and cascading laughter from swings, slides and turnarounds.
With excited and exhilarated screams piercing through the thoughts of torturous reality.
With giggles masking our tiredness of life
and rejection from giving up on it.
I know you feed from my soul.
I know.
But perhaps it stands good to remember that: swings and slides do break;
turnarounds do stop;
Playgrounds become barren with light and love.
Stripped of all their sheer and happiness....
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
eleven:fifty
the quick turnarounds are cute
tangible tension
the thrill of the rush
jawbone shadows killing me
take off your flannel
i like when you're mad
i like it when you hate me
i like when you stare
smooth brush, quiet gasp
*** burns going down your throat
but makes you like me
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
Every now and then, my world spins around
Giving rise to a myriad of turnarounds
At the junction of two roads
I can't help but hesitate
Where am I to go?
In this world of nothingness
Vacuum, emptiness
I feel a part of me is so shallow
I am so hollow
Struggling to find a future ahead of me
Confused by the indecisiveness haunting me
Back there, I used to be so brave
Now here, I am but a coward
My inner self is shivering with dejection
For there's no answer to this fight
Endless as it seems, nobody knows
While I want to reach the stars
Dreaming of the wonders of a utopian life
I'm ****** into a zone of utter disgrace
Greed is not a virtue
To counter it, I have to be strong
No matter how long it takes
I know I can and I will...
-10/06/09
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 1:18 AM UTC
Stuck in this reality
Which only feels a fantasy
Felling home and safe
in such an awful place
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
Only ups and downs
no turnarounds
I don't belong here
Life to you is near
To me
it seems so far away
Its out of touch
But to touch just a bit
would toss him a fit
Its no longer mine
Its all his
No longer can I think
No longer I need to
But the more
I feel the need to
reconnect with myself
I loose myself
Day by day
I gain the might
Night by night
I loose the fight
Second by second
I cant amend it
Longing for reason
I cant stand it
Time just breezing
right past
I must defend it
and gain the strength
to beat it
and defeat it
this demon inside me
who controls
right by me
To him
whats right is wrong
and wrong the right
In the end
I will win this fight
Gain my might
To amend this
And defend my right
as a human being
No longer
doing his bidding
This life is mine
no longer his
I shall not listen
And from now on
forever glisten
In my own pride
and shine
to ride
this ride of a lifetime
on and on
**MY OWN **** WAY**
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 2:40 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Braille for the chief
Who’s hard to debrief
And despite our grief
Won’t turn a new leaf
At our expense
He remains intense
Hard to convince
Even with the evidence
Braille for the chief
Who to our disbelief
Creates beef
Like an aperitif
Loves all things Russian
For the sake of discussion
To the point of gushing
Without repercussion
Braille for the chief
The election thief
With little to bequeath
Once they lay the wreath
We’re all aware
There’s no substance there
He doesn’t even care
About our despair
Braille for the chief
There’s nothing underneath
His clenched teeth
But an empty sheath
Despite the way it sounds
Like the Baskerville Hounds
His ego knows no bounds
Or has no turnarounds
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
A single rose sits in its pearly vase,
Merely resting on the wooden table,
With the crooked leg.
And here you sit.
In today. This very moment.
This is now.
If life is a story, then mine is a song.
And I'm only in the second verse.
Waiting for my chorus.
And this is it.
This is your life.
It's ups and downs and turnarounds.
And how beautiful is today.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC