Think twice~

Overthinking, sinking, falling, crawling.. damned.. 

why am I stuck in this abysmal black quicksand..? are we nothing but a pitiful man..?

I know you don't appreciate this form of expression...

but my life isn't over until i've learned each of the lessons.


drained, crippling, cracking & hyperventilating..

pathetic vacant melting disgrace..

I can see the smile wearing off your face..

hot wax spilled into my eyes today..

part of me knows better, then to believe in such a mundane reality.. 

there's much greater sights to see, in my 8 dimensional fantasy.


Slit, slice.. need to free myself from this vice. 

we all need to constantly think twice.. I wish you were still around..

wish you could be a healthy piece to my life, but I had to try & make the right choice... 

you bare that empty stare.. like a glare..

were you ever really there..?

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September 19th in College Algebra

He did that thing with the button on his shirt again today.

It was purple.

Mind perplexed by his magnetic aura,

That smiling coy mouth moved, but my thoughts went astray.

Even the darling freckled frat boy next to me went

Adrift into time and space;

And he stared into these eyes

Oh, those piecing brown eyes

I understood the assumptive look on his face.

Disoriented, perplexed, and satisfied, that flirtatious moving mouth

Paused for but a moment;

Furtive words returned masked inviting and tantalizing

Some thought registered, and he withdrew to his means.

An inquiring expression left a mark in my mind today

His eyes are so brown.

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Spoken muse at evening's edge,
given its voice from long ago.
A view in place - outside the reach,
forever spawned by twinkle's glow.

Awing wonder-- presented by night,
a voyage beyond dream filled eyes.
Threshold leading past the moon;
through the door, to endless skies.

Ride along on a falling star;
whisking by the facets of light.
Chase the flow of stellar winds;
a wish upon - taken to flight.

Shining pebbles within the grasp,
worlds displaying a sun in rise.
a will-o-wisp taken in hand,
an elusive lure becomes the prize.

To lands in lights of pondered glints,
oceans awash on new-found shores.
Horizons discovered in leap of night,
abreast with heaven--the dreamer soars.

To boarders of the clustered field,
sees a height of sparkling showers.
Crossing depths without moment's loss,
a witness to paused sweeping hours.

Come touch the face of father time,
for journey--his stance so still.
Far in distance he patiently waits,
once again--a venture so real.

© C.E.Vance




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A dream of death

A mere whisper ‘pon my lips,
and lo, as in a dark festal dream,
under horned Diana she comes forth
parting the leaden mists near the frozen stream

‘’ To thee I shall weave my song,
Alas! Let the wine of Bacchus flow,
The moon itself bears witness and stars become aware;
As we dance ‘pon the virgin snow
Young and unfulfilled ‘neath the cedar’s stare…’’

With the merest brush of her lips on mine
She renders me powerless- a serpent’s kiss
I slip into her cold caress
To be crowned in eternal bliss…

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Take on death as a female figure.. The ever mysterious, yet the one to whom some of us oft yearn when all hope is lost.

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Makeshift Lanterns


Upon the glimmer of eve's first sighted twinkling star,
wishes for treasure, including fireflies for the jar
Asked wonders and trinkets, which awe with delighted swoon,
sincere whispers whisk past the face of a smiling moon

Viewed sparkling tinsel and makeshift lanterns that glow,
beckon eyes to surrender with radiant trove’s show
In sweetened slumber, gatherings of wished treasures stream,
with sprinkle of dust from sandman comes a time to dream


Aloft on fragile wings through fluorescent rainbow skies,
realm of the journey lies in conjured mystic guise
Sought tinseled fields shine beneath night’s swaddling shawl,
makeshift lantern’s bright amber magic surrounding all

Across the yard swooping on wings made of finest gold,
fond dreams were placed within a jars safe hold
Asked wonders and trinkets, which awe with delighted swoon,
throughout the years whisk past the face of a smiling moon

© C.E. Vance


















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Songs Serene

Songs serene arrives with entrance's waltz,
likened to willow's swish in swell of breeze
Leisurely grace defined by shimmery sight,
image is host to sweeping gown's melodies


Allure of jasmine surrounds sauntered wake,
visage passes with a charm filled wile
Showered light mirrored in sequins donned,
jeweled radiance gleams from a lovely smile


Within haloed mist lies beauty shed of veil,
guises of pretense paint no assuming shades
Ambrosia is savored to beholding eyes,
forever in memory, a scene that never fades


Gentle caress to petals splashed in early dew,
bathe flowers beneath sapphire colored skies
Favored each day with blossoms moistened kiss,
dawn greets presence with another sun in rise


Holding you closely in morning's embrace,
Heaven yields surroundings of paradise to you
Succumbed to the sight as your presence nears,
a wishful peek into Eden's garden comes true


Songs serene arrives with entrance's waltz,
draping of a gown wisps the willow's song
Refinement of grace displays a shimmering view,
in my fondest dreams the melody plays long

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I don't want to wake up,
I don't want to wake up from this image
I see in my head.

If you were to see the beauty I've seen,
You would be blinded by the imagery,
And blinded forever with fantasy.

I wish dreams could become reality,
If my dreams came true,
I'd be set free from society.

Set free from the
State of mind of slavery,
Free from poverty,
Free from racism,
Free from violence,
Free from my slumber of silence.

For these last words,
I envision a dream,
A place for others like me,
Who see the guiding stars,
Who aren't blinded by luxury
But happy to be heard once again.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Poem speaks for itself. Comment if you can relate!

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A Thing Called Fantasy


There comes a day when you and I
Will travel together these lands
With faith while holding hands
From rustic ruins am Rhein
To Alpine-scapes on high.


If, by some happenstance
Here I should not return,
How heavy my heart will burn,
But foresake not, I forewarn,
Lest we risk our rightly chance . . .


To daydream and to beget
Tall tales of two together,
Played in nestled pleasure,
Replete with woolly wood
Of most Dionysian measure.


Truly, I await such a site
Despite a presence of harm,
But I'll give you all my charm
Under a sky of moonlit form
For guiding my star-struck sight.


With words "forever ours!"
Not one shall say otherwise,
Not a king nor men wise
Could lien love so high;
Not even Mercury on Mars.


Alas, I'll awake from this fantasy

Alone and saddened for I'll feel

That our amour was never real.

Merely made blind by boyish zeal,

Dantesque dreams, and flattery.

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Lotess Minor

Lotess Minor sat and wept
amongst the burning trees that kept
his leafy bits from touching Earth
and his winding roots from finding dirt.

Now upon the stones he's set
and fretting is as much he'd get
from all the noxious smoke and ash
expelled to air from cache stash.

Ruckus was the tune of morn'
and Lotess found his rudders torn
by mean old bugs and chiggers found
'low the grass and 'neath the ground.

His leafy mitts were pinhole chewed
as winds would whip the blaze renewed
and glowing fronds would sail on air
while Lotess couldn't move from there.

His thirst had waited none too long
and upon the touch of root to wrong
he settled in against his will
and panicked as he drank his fill.

Now the terms of need would take
as Lotess sat there trapped and drank.
The pillared heat was closing soon
while Lotess gorged from nigh to noon...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To be continued.

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