"wih" poems
to hell wih your ****
what about my *****
throw your breast cancer fits
ignore my testicular calls
pink ribbon products all around
no ball cancer ice cream anywhere found
my sack has no chance
in this pseudo equality dance
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC
put me to sleep dear valerie
quench me with dreams so sweet
kiss me goodnight dear valerie
i'll wake up with cold feet
let's dance in trance dear valerie
held up in the sky so high
take my hand dear valerie
let's march toward the blue sky
stun me wih love dear valerie
i long to feel that warm delight
mend the bond dear valerie
you make the wrong seem right
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC
....as the lights dim, from deep within, I ask our lord and savior "where have I been?"
Have I walked a path of good? Have I formed a way of resent? Have I learned to be selfish? Have I lent a hand to a old friend?
I don't smoke anymore but I feel so high
It's like the air is laced with hallucination, blurred visions through my eyes.
Crazy by surprise, I've already lost my ignorant mind
To place judgment on a man, simply because he was blind
As I picked a black rose, representing someone had died
Who died? It was me! Myself! And.. I..
reincarnated
I know it's all in a matter of time
I will see him again, you'll be my lost road with all the signs
That point in my direction, teaching me lessons, of confessions that helped free the soul inside that grab hold of a message...to be at your lowest point and change it all wih wishful leverage, while the drought of poetic thinkers simply thirst for a inspiring beverage. (WRITERS BLOCK!)
Drink away your fears, take shots for the pain
Support your own mistakes, stop looking for someone else to blame
Indecisive actions never lead to good, your hesitation only leads you to pain.
See me as a sky high, dry eyed, ironic angel with a dark side, who won't hide cause he wants you to see his story from his side, with no lie, as I sit down and get my...thoughts, all back together
Gambling on my self awareness, hoping my optimism will make things better.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
From *** galore
To abstinence
Isn’t easy
When things get intense
But I’m enjoying
All the suspense
To me it just makes
Perfect sense
Don’t wanna engage
In casual ***
Which leaves most women
Quite perplexed
But not if they understand
The full context
And they begin using
Their intellects
I don’t want ***
To be at the core
Of what we have
No I want much more
A binding commitment
Unlike before
See when I lie wih you
I want to be sure
I sincerely hope
That you understand
Even if I’m different
From the average man
I don’t wanna do it
Just because I can
I hope you can wait
‘Til I ask for your hand
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2916. All rights reserved.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
When you first said "hello", I confessed my newfound love for you with an acknowledging smile.
When you shook my hand, I pulled your body to mine in the form of a slight squeeze of your fingers.
The moment you told me your name I asked you to never leave my side through the words, "Oh, I like that".
I conveyed my undying love, desire, hunger, and fondness of you wih the blush of my cheek and the ring of my laugh at your jokes that weren't that funny.
And even though I wasn't sure if you could hear me, I swear when you finally said goodbye, I could hear you.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
Paint me the sunrise
Full of reds, pinks, and purples
Wih light clouds shaping the mountains hidden behind the rising suns glare as we drive towards the next adventure.
Yes.. Paint me a sunrise full of harmony
And watch as I fall head over heels
Beyond Madly in love
With nothing but
You.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
He dealt me a hand
that was sure to lose
Slick and quick
wih the trick of his fingers,
shuffling fifty-three cards
in a tainted deck
Jacks and Kings
with a nasty wink
A queen of red hearts
that was really pink
Not your usual poker
I was the joker
He was the ace of spades,
a devious cheat
Never could I beat
him at his own game
Until one day
I called his bluff
Enough was enough!
And I threw in my chips
All or nothing
In or out
His hand was loser
I had a full house
The gospel of Christ
My hand, life
The devil's, death,
designed to draw
my last breath
So the *** was mine
but it looked like hell
I left it behind
My soul is not for sale!
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 4:20 PM UTC
I am not alone here, these words accompany
Always close at hand, sitting right next to me
Ringing in the silence of the room behind closed doors
Bouncing off the walls and off of the hardwood floor
Tenderly caressing what is left of my heart
Nudging my hand to the pencil, telling me to start
Wiping tears from my eyes and connecting the drops
Presenting the painter poet with a vision of art
Not today, oh not today, the sore is much too deep
The artist in me cries that the fall is much too steep
But inspiration beckons me this grim and lonely night
Inclining me, between the tears, are the words which I must write
Goodnight, Goodnight
Each and every etching is a tearing truth to me
Falling again and again into a tragedy
But on I go as pain does grow and ease at the same time
Escaping my mind and etching on my heart with every line
This is not depression, this is a cleansing thing
See how the words choose to echo love to me
A losing game, a crying shame, a message wrapped in tears
A courageous allegation surrounded by constant fear
I will be done wih my sitting with my words soon
As they float in the midnight sky up to the moon
I will never see you again inside the tears I cry
Only in the words on paper that you left behind
Goodnight, Goodnight
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
A legend—
Deep within the forest
filled with treasure
endless, glistening, shining
Then, greedy seekers are on—
Deep within the forest
covered wih green leaves
dank, lush, breathing
Carelessly, excited hands are off—
Deep within the forest
dancing thousands of spirits
primitive，smiling，and
shining
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 9:27 AM UTC
Violet clouds
wih rosy hues
follow me
along the way,
same autumn trees
and silver lakes
I'm passing by
every Saturday.
It's getting dark,
but not quite so;
the sky is an evening show
of lavenders and irises
blossoming in afterglow.
This journey
hurts so beautifully
as we move away,
I am waiting patiently
until next Friday
and every Friday after that
for a dark, noisy train -
no purple sky or rosy hues
appear to entertain
But I love it
so much more
believe me, for it's true,
because at the end
of every journey,
once again,
I see you.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 5:11 AM UTC
living in the tention
of a life no one with ever understand
going through things people would never imagine
hearing voices no one else can hear
living somewhere i dont belong
but facing the fact that i'll never fit in
to be a family of friends
attached at the hip
knowing that we're no where near the end of the journey
yet watching it all fade away before your very eyes
watching yourself fade from the picture of life
fading, fading, fading
into the background wih no intention of ever being seen
in this world again
blinded from the bright light you one day intend to follow
down the dark path with no visable stop
into a innocent black hole
leading to what you fear most
alive in your own heart
but dead to the human mind
May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 1:08 PM UTC
These headaches come without warning; they hit me like a train at full speed.
I haven't slept in weeks and you're the only nightmare that keeps reoccurring.
My heart tells me I'm ready to move on but my brain tells me I should just wallow in sadness a bit more.
You're name is the only thing I wake up screaming in anguish and my roommate is tired of me scaring her every night... I can't stop it even if I tried.
I have been grinding my teeth again and my jaw is sore from holding back all the emotions and fake smiles.
I keep trying to convince myself things are going to be okay but my body keeps convincing me I'm weaker than everyone thinks I am... Weaker than I thought I was.
These headaches come without a warning; they hit me like a baseball bat with full swing.
I'm bending backwards lately but my heart is swollen wih fear.
The drugs and alcohol just turn me into a monster I can't stand!
I keep apologizing for silly things and I'm crying every night.
I went and got myself destroyed over you & I just want to ask....
Do you know what it feels like to be in too deep over your head?
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
he is my artist
painting smiles upon my face
he is my artist painting
pink on my cheeks
everytime i'm blushing
he is my artist painting
a white sparkle in my eyes
when i talk to him
he is my artist
and i am his canvas
who used to be blank
until he came along painting
me wih colour all
over
again.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Just don't mind me.
It's alright, I'm just exploding here.
The stress, the schoolwork, the drama.
Everything.
It is way too much.
I cannot deal wih all of this at once.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
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16- i was 16 when i met you- sweet 16-
when my whole life turned around
you gave me a reason for living-
and you still do.
every breath i take, every day, i'm taking so i can spend my future with you-
so i can live my life wih you.
up- down- up- down- up-
up-up-up- UP!
that's what my moods were like-
16 and i was ready to end my life-
16 and an angel showed up in my life.
16 and saved by a man 10 years my senior-
16 and i did not care at all.
16,16,16- lucky 16.
17- relapse-
the worst birthday of my life-
17- anger,
regret,
betrayal-
17- realization-
forgiveness-
17- everyone makes mistakes.
17- falling in love all over again,
harder and harder-
deep, deep- deeper-
i no longer see a way out.
17- therapy- hospitals- medicine-
no, no, I'm jumping too far ahead.
17- visits-
you're moving?!
oh no...
you're not.
stupid ******* landlord
17- we're not speaking?
17- you're sick.
you're in a psych ward.
it's been weeks since we've spoke.
17- i'm in hospital.
17- i need stitches
i'm up to my eyeballs on medication
i'm alive-
i've survived- through my own hell
i have survived.
17- i've learnt to live without you-
each day is a challenge.
17- my mums a cheating *******
17- you're- you're back?!
you're back!
my angel! my saviour! my prince!
up- up- up- up- up- up- up
my moods are up again-
my medication is working,
you're okay
I'M OKAY!
18- my story is still going....
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
They say you'll know when you kiss someone if it will last or not but wih you I have
Never been quite sure of anything
Except that I am
Mad
About
You.
We kissed so shyly at first and the passion I felt was more than most people feel in a lifetime. We looked deep into each other's eyes falling in love and in love.
We were one.
We were infinite.
I couldn't be quite sure where this was going but I knew if it remained strong I would
Be perfectly okay staying
Mad
About
You.
We danced along rooftops and swam through oceans to gain each other's trust. We watched stars burst and moments passed us by without a single sigh.
We were one.
We were infinite.
When the moment came for us to choose to stay with one another or to leave... I left. As many wonder what I was thinking I knew in that moment something I would never forget.
If I kept focusing on the glory, the beautiful, amazing moments we shared and never touched the horror of our love, then how would anyone ever know the truth was:
I was completely
Unbelievably
Truly
Disgusted by you.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
You captivated me wih your simple hellos
I fell for you then you caught me
Until you mouthed the words I was scared to hear
'I'll love you forever'
I made myself believe that what you said was true
Our soul chained to each other
Our hearts beating for each other
Our lips pressed to each other
You and I against the world
You and I we'll last till forever
You and I we'll always be together
But they said that there's no forever
Oh how foolish am I to believe your bittersweet lie
But what we thought was forever lasted for a while
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
I am alone
I am idle
I have nothing to do
I have nothing else to think of
Rhymes fill my ears from a distance
Sounds startle me often
My neck aches looking at the clock above
I count each minute
I am as tired as the hand that goes around in it
60 more rounds to go
I wish I had a fast forward button to press
I just wait for you to appear
All alone at the playschool lobby
Come to me
Fill my empty hand with yours
Fill my barren heart with happiness
Fill my silent lips wih a smile
Fill my lonely soul with a hug
Come to me my baby
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
it's so unfair that my head whiplashes, my eyes
dart as if it's an archery event and you're the only
target i found was worth releasing the bow from
its arrow to and that my heart starts its musical
number of blue songs and wild rock at the mere
mention of your name and of anything that reminds
me of you--and it's so unfair because i could easily
forget names and appearances as if they're painted in the background but your name seems to be
wedged inside my mouth, i have to look away from
mirrors because everytime i smile i see it and you
appear everywhere--in books, in journal entries, in high school buildings, in my living room
floor, in convenient stores, in old forgotten 90s songs, in the streets with warm pavements, in boys
who reminds me of you whose identities are now
covered wih your favorite color until i could only
see blue--and it's so unfair because i think of you
on days I've promised I won't and I'm writing you
another poem when you can't even text back
i know my worth, you never saw mine
i know your worth, and i bled everytime
you cut me down with your gold edges
because unlike how my head would turn,
yours would look away and while my
eyes searches for you, yours could see
past through me and while my heart wails
for you to notice, yours remain steady-paced,
unaffected, unstirred
it's so unfair, so unfair.
Can you tell me when i can taste victory?
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC
I had convinced myself,
so long ago,
that the world was empty and coarse,
that I didn’t need anyone to share it wih.
I had told myself
everyday since,
that people aren’t worth it,
that being hollow is having control.
I had made myself believe,
in such a short while,
that escaping was the only option,
that this place was just not for me.
I had stopped looking,
never letting expectations form,
knowing things are better in black and white,
knowing feelings are fleeting, and so unstable.
I had to be leveled,
at all moments, in all places,
so I could stay above dangerous water,
so I wouldn’t make things harder for myself.
I had to keep going,
don’t stop, don’t ever stop,
or my world would shatter,
or I couldn’t escape.
I couldn’t look back,
not once,
because then I would realize my regrets,
because then I would want to go back,
because then I couldn’t survive.
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
THOUGH I Speak wih Tongues Of Men And Of Angels, but have not Love, I have become sounding Brass or A Clanging-Cymbal. And though I have the Gift Of Prophecy, and Understanding All Mysteries and All Knowledge, and though I have all Faith, so that I could remove Mountains, but have not Love, I am nothing.. And though I Bestow all my Goods to Feed thou Needy, and though I give my body to be Burned, but have not Love, It Profits Me Nothing.. Love Suffers Long and Kind; Love doesn't Envy; Love doesn't Parade Itself, Is not Puffed-Up; Doesn't Behave Rudely, doesn't Seek its Own, Isn't Provoked, Thinketh No Evil; Doesn't Rejoice In Iniquity, bu Rejoiceth In the Truth; Bears all things, Believes All things, Hopes All things, Endureth All things.. Love never Fails! But whether there are Prophecies, they will Fail; Whether there are Tongues, they will Cease; Whether there is Knowledge, it will Vanish Away. For we know in Part and we Prophecy in Part.. But when that which is Perfect has come, then that which is in Part will be Done Away... When I was A Child, I Spoke As A Child, I understood As A Child, I thought As A Child; But when I Became A Man, I put away Childish things.... For now we See in a Mirror, Dimly, but then Face to Face. Now I know in Part, but then I shall know just as I also Am known... And Now Abide Faith, Hope, Love, these Three; But the Greatest Of All these Is LOVE.... While GOD Is Love.... GOD With Us.!!!
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
does my bladder
and dope my head
and poetry my spirit
love is my blood
I recall being
young and naive playing
downstairs wih Cindy
discovering
How girls and boys have
all different plumbing
how girls are slightly
ticklish
and giggle
how boys are supposed to
make things happen
How the encyclopedia had
weird words, National Geographic
posed Dark naked bodies
in front of us,
and feeling things in
lower regions ( we in the basement,
remember)
had no answer in the dictionary.
I remember positing with Cindy
the many things in common to the Lincoln
and Kennedy assassinations.
And hiding our pants pulled down under a cover
as my mom brought us dinner.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC