"unlisted" poems
your feelings for me are twisted and unlisted
yet you're the person who keeps crossing my mind
I can't say that I never resisted
to keep our strings from being intertwined
but I know
the version of you that I knew so well
is no longer my precious freak show
you aren't my favorite thing for show-and-tell
anymore
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 5:52 AM UTC
I'm just
I can't feel my lips
on my face
so still
i cant move them
on their own
i can't tell if they are parted
i can't tell if they exist
i can't feel my hips or
my feet, or my lefs
i can't move them
i can't feel them
i want to break
i want all of the confusion, the disconnectedness
i can cry
but i can't escape this
and i can't can't escape this
there is no break
a million scattered shattered steps
stood stunning
chameleon flattered
I can't move.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6n_z-FdEkw&feature;=youtu.be
^unlisted
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
a human tool, a drawing pencil, shedding snakeskin cells as
lead from no. 2 pencil
am **** and blood, skin and hairless,
all-to-come-to-go,
return retuned, at their own chosen speed,
gen of regeneration of disrupted oils and heavenly blessings,
morning cracks and orifices, filling and emptying obediently,
to the tidings of the grieving gravity of my moon’s decisions
that govern the lunatic cycle
you may kiss me with all your heart unto a robust welcoming,
scorn with spittle and deem unfit,
I know the difference and it is inconsequential
see me as combustible or flat, airless and empty,
as a new or a two day old leaking birthday balloon, or a haiku
that makes the reader gasp for the reasoning for breathing
think of me as a meme who responds to the touch of
your nippled forefinger, but my powers are unlisted,
therefore unlimited
for I am neither cyber or cypher though aesthetically they
appear as parts of my humanity, a human machine
forever reprogramming to new stimuli sensating,
the temperature of your breath, the many odors of you
as inputs that bear newborn children notions in
my chested gas chambers, the belligerent bellum bellies of my brain
my digital describe in thousands of computers do hide,
but to comprehend the interacting calculations that are
my constancy and my inconsistencies, you must make a tour
if you are awake between midnight and dawn when from
wells the visions, the fluids - the words are drawn
they, the residuals of a man’s *********** with
other humans, kin akin, and the thriving discourse between l,
man and parental gods of invisible powers, that offers insanity
as a viable solution, to cracking the codex human DNA
in the vial labelled Medusa
Who else?
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
Man I think I've seen enough of staring death in the eyes, cause couldn't disguise or even come to terms to emphasize what was before my eyes, I've uncover the lies, made a paved pathway for the condemned to walk upon.
Depraved to stand aside, when we confide what left of us, words of this sort..to some wont comprehend.
unlisted. Missed it. Before your eyes.
Harmonize the thought To later dismiss it.
But we all know I'll reminisce it later.
To my twin, or wrath.
No difference of how thick the blood runs if my math is right I step foot right into your path.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
Lists of endless lists listed
Lists of listed horrizonal lines
Lines of horrezonal listed lists
Laid out lines of lists, row after row
Lines, lines, lines, lines, lines
Lists of lists, of lists of lists listed
Lists of lists not yet listed in lines
Listed not yet lines of lists listed
Lines, lines, lines, lines, lines, lines
Lines waiting to be listed in lines of lists
List this list, it hasn’t been listed in
Lists of lines unlisted, hold on I’ll make a
List
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC
He's a knife with no bullets.
But I do know what time it was.
I write like a bull in a Chinese Restaurant.
When in doubt, look up.
Ramblings of a crazy man seem insane.
I'm lost but I'm not unlisted.
Why aren't cell phones permitted in jail cells?
If one looses his mind, does he find his keys?
Why are you reading this song?
If rabbits multiply, do cats taste good with pickles?
If this doesn't make sense, does it make change?
If the glass is half empty, who drank my beer?
If language is fun, explain French class.
If a dog is man's best friend, why can't he buy me a gift?
If I'm having a stroke, should I go swimming?
If I have a heart attack, should I fight back?
If two heads are better than one, why doesn't anyone want two heads?
If love feels like a punch in the gut, I'll ouch you lovingly
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
I let you into a very exposing and vulnerable side of my life.
I am very fragile and sensitive.
The more you claim I am perfect, the less real I feel.
The less human I feel.
Perfect is not real.
Perfection is a perception.
I don’t want to be labeled as anything that is not me.
I don’t like it.
I will not allow it.
I’d rather choke than swallow
Those thick sticky words.
For once I’m happy to be
A picky eater.
I am not a body.
I am a soul.
Words I have said before,
But now found myself shouting
Loud enough to have you back away
Far enough to collect some space.
Your thoughts about me
Are not reality, just a fabricated fantasy
Created in your head.
I am not a made up character
Or this fleeting entity, like a fairy;
I don’t need claps to exist in this world.
I don’t need your beliefs for me live.
My skin has been hurt again and again.
Through my experiences,
My layers have thickened
Now calloused, and stiff
Which is why I’m self-conscious
Of holding hands.
And you’re not the man
Whose fingers I want to be laced with
Or tracing the tracks of my spine.
I am a hand written letter.
Never delivered
With an unlisted address
And words still unfinished.
Save your kiss, lips, and spit
For a different envelope
Don’t spend your pennies
Or waste your postage
On the mail that will come back to you.
I am free.
I am air.
Limitless, boundless, and ubiquitous.
Toxic if overdosed.
I change, never staying the same.
I circulate the room, and cannot be contained.
And **** the day you dare even try.
Watch me overflow, and spill all over the floor
Creating a sloppy mopless mess
Oozing through the edges
Seeping between the cracks.
I will not be held down
Wings clipped
And cage nailed to the ground.
I will not be suffocated.
I am air.
Yet, I cannot breathe.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
Harsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open...hands are ******
Deep inside I'm warped and twisted
So many tricks & so many lies
Too many whens & too many whys... nobody's special...nobody's gifted...
I'm just me warped and twisted
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream..
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind...the numbers unlisted
Lost in someone so warped and twisted
On my knees alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone my mind has drifted...
Don't expect much...I'm warped and twisted...
Burnt out...wasted...empty & hollow
Today's just yesterdays tomorrow...
The sun died out...the ashes sifted...
I'm still here warped and twisted!
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
I want to have someone
to write a love letter to.
Something sincere
and nostalgic.
Something bordering on already said
or cliche'.
I'll write one for you
any of you
anyone as lonely as I am.
This poetry all seems passive
and pleading.
I'll write one for you
one of you
just one as lonely as I am.
All my words beat around
and climb the shady subject
aimed deliberately
ambiguously
around its name.
Loneliness
and the want to find someone
anyone.
*I'll write one for you
one of you
one of you who needs connection
as bad as I do.*
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
Throughout the day they chime
Telephone off the hook ring
one eight hundred calls are frequent
Unknown names appear periodically
Despite my number being unlisted
The owner decides to tell it straight
And it goes on nevertheless
To make him do the ultimate
Would pull the plug for fear of
draining the brain from restating
All that have been stated far too often
And that's the best choice to remain calm
This pulling plug thing works great
As the answering machine would not pick up
The intruder's voice thus stopped
Before it had a chance to irk
Throughout the day they chime
Telephone off the hook ring
one eight hundred calls are frequent
Unknown names appear periodically
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
Don't call Trump a chimpanzee.
Chimpanzees can't talk.
Don't call him a pile of ****
A pile of **** can't walk.
Don’t call Trump an Orange
That would be indiscreet.
You see, different from an orange
Trump is in no way sweet.
Don’t call Trump a swindler
Take his fat *** to court
Because when he needs proof
He will always come up short.
Don’t accuse him of bribery
Unless you have the proof.
He’ll just change his residence
To another unlisted roof.
Don’t call him a squanderer.
He’s not if it’s his money.
Trump likes stealing from other people
He finds that hilariously funny.
Don’t accuse him of gross lechery
He feels that is his right.
Don’t appeal to Trump’s conscious.
He doesn’t have one quite.
Don’t expect Trump to speak the truth.
He doesn’t know what that is.
When they were passing out ethics
He was off taking a wizz.
Don’t whine to us about that ****
And how he disappoints.
He’ll claim you heard him wrong
And that is his only point.
Don’t hope everything will work out
In any way in your favor.
Doing what’s right for regular folk
Is not Donald Trump’s flavor.
Don’t look for anyone in authority
To rescue you from the dump.
And, of course, most of all
Don’t call Trump.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
As I see this police brutality, it has become a reality
As many people are getting hit with these bullets of casualties
And the reality of this reality
And these bullets of casualties
Are
That it's really sad to me
To be
Push to the left
Of this pain of death
Like Trayvon Martin
As I saw a Black boy
With happiness and joy
As he went to the store
Not to get stereotyped
As dangerous and poor
And to be treated like a bore
An animal of sorts
And to be made into a deadly corpus
His body
That lay in the morgue
And his parents
That cried O'Lord
And their tears
That's filled with the death of their son
And the injustice of justice that goes undone
These tears
They weigh a ton
Like the bullet of a gun
That killed Trayvon Martin and Mike Brown
But the ones that shoot these guns
Are never convicted
But they’re the ones who get assisted and enlisted
And the Black boy—
He's the one who gets unlisted and convicted
When he's convicted
He's thrown and twisted
Into just another statistic
So, as I pray
Hoping this police brutality
Will goes away
One Day
As shells of the bullets
Hits me where I lay
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 12:58 PM UTC
Feeling like a misfit when the feelings unlisted
The truth is I've seen death and in that moment I missed it
Things are kind of twisted when you untwist the humor
Life becomes real and your thoughts become rumors
Problems the size of tumors
keep you shackled to the bed
Have a change of thought
the world is only in your head
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
Just had a long talk
With someone I can't really say
I always get along with
To be perfectly honest
I really didn't like what I heard
As some of my beliefs turned myth
I guess it goes both ways
As I'm sure I failed the test
As to just where arrogance really ends
So as we rolled and punched
Dancing. around creating a show
Knowing a cut too deep is a wound that never mends
So I realized That I am a chicken
The Cowardly Lion without a heart
as time after time I will fail
As time and opportunity meet
A greeting card has more honor
Then the blank sheets of paper left along the trail
That I tried to fold into some amazing origami
I can picture but can't produce
Confident that I really am trying to
Become as honest as I say I am
That was
Until the conversation I just had
I came away knowing
That I'm a liar
The chicken-hearted
Cheater of the dear departed
Now back-stepping
As if to get back where it all started
But there's no do-overs
No wishing wishes would come true
No one to blame but the you
That you've unlisted
No one in the mirror except the you
That you've insisted
Isn't you
Saying that there are things in life you say
And there are things you never say
Those things you want to say.
Or the things you need to say
Then allowing ourselves to put them away
For another day
It's those things we have to say ...must say
That can take part of our humanity away.
So you see.....
..... I am a coward....
a chicken hearted
Soon to be discarded
Bag of desiccated skin and bones
Because I had time to do the right thing but instead I let it pass ... let it pass
So I wish I had never had that talk
So I'm about to stop and move away
From this conversation
That I've been having with myself
I don't really care what I have to say
Okay I lied I do care ..
.And I was right when I said
I had things I need to share
Need to say ......and need to say....
..TODAY
Because if I wait.... if I.... hesitate
To tell those that I love
Exactly how I feel
At first the words may seem a bit unrealistic
But the pains would be just way too real way way way too real
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
The future remapped
As if it existed
A solution untapped
The prophecy unlisted
A time of togetherness
The stars as but one
Love is measureless
In a victory already won
The war that wasn't
In a psyche unseen
The fit that doesn't
In the existing regime
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
She caught
you fair and
Square
The never____
((Singlehanded))
(Jingle Cock-pit landed)
The napkin
crossed legs
Married
her favorite drinks
((Uncrossed or divorced))
Bachelorette
Never drink
and ride her
Corvette
50 unlisted shades
green drinks
Spiked
Too envy_______*
Personality can win
One *** single
Emmy
So Cool and collected
He's so hot saturated
Her College Humor
Mom got ulcers
Such a bust of
tumors
Bring on the
Buzz Feed
Amazingly enough
Drinks are our
Drug need
Single she had ti
Married to regret it
Amaretto went
Solo
Card game
Played upon like the
City Ghetto
In your mouth
Smirnoff___Off the record
The turn-off
He tried to win her
Such Sweet nuts
The olives Italian
Hey Juice horse
Stallion
The
Gala Ha
Ha baba
Shrimp and sheep
Pretzels lime twist
This is NY
we never sleep
Dogs Yen of Yorkie
Liqueur lime
his crime
Gala Forgie
Quicker and
City slicker
One drink
to pick Fergie
Big Daiquiri
Hot stuff singer
Never a
solitaire game
He got stiff
Frangelico
Of the Pinnacle
The ***** Princess
Lost her dress
Playing Russian
Roulette
Magically Mike
Came all over
Collette imaginable
His drink was
the hottest rated
Never by one
Bad drink
Sip to your drinks
Gala party tricks
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
Winds still gusting and went to all your sites looking for words by you.
Nothing yet and I hope you are safe from this ice cold rain.
No digits so I can't call your unlisted phone number.
I laughed thinking it impossible to like someone you barely know,
I no longer believe it's a laughing matter.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 6:56 AM UTC
This feeling is tucked in I don't know how to express
This feeling is utter hurt
After I cried all that I could, my eyes still shed countless more tears I try to sleep, I have nightmares of so many fears
I walk in footsteps on an unsure path
My load feels so heavy I am not sure I will last.
I am afraid of life now that you're gone because I have always had a mother for oh so very long, you were my first love my first kiss my forever wish, loosing a mother is the hardest Battle, it's like I'm on a filed jogging bombs,
Because my heart explodes for ever on.
I miss you mum but heaven needed another angel, Call my mind but the number is unlisted, I will always hurt but I promise mum I will try my hardest to stay very strong.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC
am a human tool, a drawing pencil, shedding skin cells and lead from the no. 2 pencil in my saliva
am **** and blood, skin and hair, all come-go, return re-tuned,
at their own chosen speed, gen of regeneration
am cracks and orifices, filling and emptying obediently,
to the tidings of the grieving gravity of my moon's decisions
that govern the lunatic cycle
you may kiss me with all your heart into a robust welcoming,
scorn me with spittle and deem unfit, I know the difference
and it is inconsequential
am, see me as combustible or flat, airless and empty,
as a new or a two day old birthday balloon, or an abbreviated haiku, that makes the reader gasp for the reasoning for breathing
think of me as a meme who responds to the touch of your
nippled forefinger, but my powers are unlisted, therefore unlimited
for I am neither cyber or cypher though aesthetically they
appear as parts of my humanity, a human machine
forever reprogramming to new stimuli sensulating, such as
the temperature of your breath, the many disparate odors of you,
the curve of your eyes, the wetness of moist places
inputs that bear emergent newborn children notions in my
chested cavernous gas chambers, the bellum bellies of my brain
my digital describe in thousands of computers do hide,
but to comprehend the interacting calculations that are
my constancy and my inconsistencies, you must make a tour
if you are awake between midnight ~ dawn when from wells,
the visions, the fluids and the words are drawn
they,
the residuals of a man's *********** between
other humans, akin, and the thriving discourse between
man and gods of invisible powers,
that offers insanity
as a viable solution, to cracking the coded human DNA,
we exchange in silence from need,
to translate ourselves
to each other
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
when you are travelers
your conquests are
passages highlighted
in yellow
dog earred pages spoken
in pictographs
but when you are conquests
with velvet letters painted on your back
rooms filled with red thumb tacks
girls with names scrawled all across
their thighs, passport stamps carried
from country to country
milling about with scabby knees and
raw elbows
a noh mask to hide your shame
and not your face
a push pin on an unlisted county
barely within a three mile radius--
he's a photo up on the shelf and
you're just another notch in his belt.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
your touch
makes sparks
f
l
y
and throws away my conclusion.
i can't help loving you
because you are blood.
i can't help hating you
because of your actions.
your embrace
makes me want to
d
r
e
a
m
and dance
then roll around in
l
o
p
e
s
but i can't,
now can i.
your **** love
is making me pay
and forcing me to break
the remaining shatters of my life.
. . .
i know i said i'm not thinking about it.
but how can i not?
it's so appealing.
everything gone in an instant.
so easy.
so simple.
the glass that sticks into my palms disappears,
along with the bruises.
the cuts.
the scars.
i just wish that
someone would listen.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Listen closely
So as not to miss it
If they come with a plot
By all means resist it
Nine times out of ten
Though probably unlisted
It’s government hatched
And also assisted
What don’t you get
They weren’t plotting ****
But isn’t that
The point of it
Though the fuse wasn’t lit
The bait did get bit
You have to admit
So in prison they sit
Hard to understand
If you even can
How they became
The Boogie Man
Or were entrapped
In the government’s plan
Now they’re doing time
That’s federal man
So just pledge allegiance
To the flag
Don’t let ‘em put you
In their trick bag
‘Cos life in prison
Can be a drag
Especially when you
Become a may tag
Copyright © 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
We know what reality
Becomes .....when the banality
Of everything
Has gone stale from overuse
Try to find a spark of life
In what is rapidly
Becoming rife
Nothing is worth fighting for
EXCEPT.....FOR A TRUCE
But if you will
Just take a pill
And let it conquere every ill
Feelings ...that you
Just can't comprehend
And in this state of blissfullness
You miss your stop and then you end...up
Coming to the conclusion that you are lost
None of this will harsh your bliss
Unless you find ...that what you miss
Is destined to
Never ever .. Come Back Around
So if the army that you've unlisted in
Doesn't care if they lose
Or if they win
Is that the reality you think
That you have found
Because if it is then what it says
Is nothing but....
A pack of lies
Staring down the open pits
You realize that it's
What used to be your eyes
Then everything comes crowding in
Pushing you to defend
The status
That you never --felt
That you had earned
And then you find
You can't unwind
The tangled mess that you possess
Thats commonly refered to as
Your daily grind
INDUCE ME TO GO CHEMICAL
REDUCE ME TO IMPERICAL
AS I THROW REASON
STRAIGHT..
... OUT THE DOOR
ANY SUBSTANCE I CAN FIND
TO HELP ME TO ERASE MY MIND
WILL SURELY HELP ME
FIND MYSELF A CURE
For all the pains that I have chained
To myself and noone else
Ever really knew ..that I
Even carried it around
The weight of the world
Wrapped around me like a steel cocoon
The only hope I can see
Is that someday --a better me
Will rise up to take what life will bring
Chrysilis is at the heart of
All my hopes and all my dreams
But chemicals keep putting holes
Chemicals keep putting holes
In all my future wings
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
Open scene, we begin, lights dimmed, back alley vibe, ominous.
Air thick with viscous mist, ambience anxious, overtone venomous.
A young woman walks slow, headed home, fixated on her phone
ambulance tones punctuate the foreboding sense she shouldn’t be alone.
Discounted high heels click, sticking slightly to flag stones, pace quickens accelerated heart ticking,
we feel her doubt, poisonous fear of this, modern Britain.
She cups her hands, lights up a cig, grabs a bottle from her bag, takes a swig,
tosses the empty plastic vessel to the ground where it sits on a bed of moss and twigs…
and hurries home safely, escaping the scene of the crime, unconvicted.
450 years later, a bottle lid chokes it’s 78th fish, last of a long list of murders unlisted.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
There is a road,
It’s wide and long.
There’s many a song
That try to goad
Me to face God’s wrath
On that beautiful path.
There’s a hidden door,
A secret road – twisted,
Narrow, and unlisted.
One song, but not more.
It’s a hard climb up,
Death calling to give up.
One of joy, one of pain
Yet, which is it I’m to take?
On the Narrow, I’ll break.
Yet on the Beautiful Main,
However straight, won’t I
Eventually fall and die?
Although hard to find,
I know what to seek.
The Narrow’s door so meek –
For though many are blind,
I see the light, and I have hope.
I’ll not grab Beautiful’s rope.
Twisted and Narrow, or else I’ll hang.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC