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Cecil Miller May 2020
There is comedy in the tragic.
There is dignity in human shame.
There is irony in mundane normality.
We just have to find it.
That's how we'll make it through
I hope it reaches some people in  sentimental places
Cecil Miller May 2020
Of all my days and nights,
This will be my favorite.
I will carry it with me,
As long as life will let me.
When I am feeble and fading,
I will hope to hold on to it.
It is my favorite memory of you.

Of all my days and nights,
This will hurt me most.
I cannot let it slip away;
Life will not let me.
Now you are feeble and fading,
I have still my favorite
Memory to help me through.
The night I took a break from my novel is the same night I wrote most of my entres this morning. I hope some of them are good.
Cecil Miller May 2020
There are seven tenats to the overall objective.
The goal is of little consequence.
The method is in the madness.

Far beyond the daylight's green and anchored at the bay of sorrow
Is the vessel from which the captain
must be liberated from the responsibilities of his post.

It dances in the ocean of air
When it manifests to my eyes.
The humming in my ears is a pulse.
I am entertained.
It explodes like a multitude of suns.

I am no more.

I am forevermore.
I'm not quite sure what to make of this one. When I try to read it aloud, it rolls off the tongue with the ease of a well-globbed *** of phlegm.
Cecil Miller May 2020
His name escapes me.
We were getting just about
As high as we could ever be.
In my heart I had a longing,
I was missing what was my own.
I was thinking how I loved you,
So I asked to use the phone.

I said, "Hello."
You said, Good-bye."
I asked, "What's wrong?"
You told me not to cry.
You said you met him,
And you couldn't stand to wait
Til I was home again,
You'd been alone,
My phone call was too late.

You had given all yourself away,
Except the part that was for me.
There is a secret part inside
That no-one knows for us will always be.
No matter what you think or what I say,
Inside your light could be my only home.
The days and nights last endlessly,
Winding on forever since I called you on the phone.

I said, "Hello."
You said, Good-bye."
I asked, "What's wrong?"
You told me not to cry.
You said you met him,
And you couldn't stand to wait
Til I was home again,
You'd been alone,
My phone call was too late.

The years roll on, and I'm still alone
I stand alone, I have no home.
I have no love, but for the love
I save it up, I can't give it up.
I'll never know another's touch,
The cold inside, it hurts so much.
I meet you passing by in life.
I hold it in, and I tell a lie.

I said, "Hello."
You said, Good-bye."
I asked, "What's wrong?"
You told me not to cry.
You said you met him,
And you couldn't stand to wait
Til I was home again,
You'd been alone,
My phone call was too late.
I wrote this the other night.  I've been busy with other projects and don't write poetry as often as I did before. I have been working on a novel. I submit first draft in brief chapters to my facebook timeline. Pm me if you are interested in looking them over. The genres are serial melodrama(think telenovella)mystery and horror.
Cecil Miller May 2020
The blanket of night
Covers the land.
The silky smooth flesh
Covets the hand.
The sound of trumpets
Plays from afar
In the twinkling light
Of a falling star.

I hear a name.
It sounds like my own,
And my voice that beckons,
Though I am alone.
The coursing of blood
Inside my veins
Is my only companion,
My only companion.

Who moves within my mind?
Who is with me, not all of the time?
Who is sheltered inside of my thoughts?
Come speak to me, speak to me now.

I sit up in bed.
I reach for the lamp.
I've sweat so much.
The sheets are damp.
Do I hear laughter
Out in the hall?
Is something else coming
When the darkness falls?

The crackling thunder
Rips through the sky.
A roaring of wind,
Like my nerves, on high.
Nobody can hear,
But I this voice in my head.
It shakes to my core.
It's heavy like lead.

Who moves within my mind?
Who is with me, not all of the time?
Who is sheltered inside of my thoughts?
Come speak to me, speak to me now.


Who moves within my mind?
Who is with me, not all of the time?
Who is sheltered inside of my thoughts?
Come speak to me, speak to me now.
I was bored, so I regressed. The results were these lyrics.
Now you are gone I feel so alone I wish I wouldn't have said the things that I said because now I Walk alone depression inhales me in its lungs into the deep dark places of depression I have become I wishing for forgiveness or death could never get lucky because for me nothing but wickedness this way comes I feel death in these dark lungs and all I can do is start scratching claw to try to get my way out to find the light where I hope to find you and pray that you'll forgive me but it seems like it is not in my path now I have to see it over and over again I watched you walk through the door I thought it was going to be okay like it never happened that way but the next day I started to cry because I just know this time I have lost you for good and now I'm in my own prison cell trapped in My mind in this personal hell I know I am and I am doomed until you come and forgive me for my wicked ways until until then I am trapped in my own pennhurst asylum and I'll tell you why for the fact of what karma has in store for me she let some guy punch harder than I've ever been hit by any man in my life and gave me stitches in my eye I did not see it coming I have never let anyone get into my face like that and that's what I get for thinking like that just like I expected you to come back the next day that's what I get for arrogant thoughts like that I really and truly thought it was going to be and that's what I get for thinking that way I just though in a couple hours you would be home and it was going to be like always where it would just be okay but now it's been 3 weeks now I wish I would have never talked to you in such a way and now all I want to do is die everyday all because of my mind and the evil words it put to my lips and made me say those things and I don't know why I had those hateful words for you absolutely uncalled for and wasn't true no I'm lonely because I didn't think it through and now I wished I had never said that to you and I'll tell you whyin the year-and-a-half I have been with you I have never been away from you this long and now know I truly love you that's why Julia should have never let you walk out the door this is true I knew it was a mistake a life-altering one and you do not deserve it for you you're too kind and do timid to be out there alone without me I fear the worst has come upon you I hope you checked into a place of safe Haven and that the angels that look over you look after you better than my karma has that's all I wish for is for you to be okay I really do love you if you don't believe me I understand trust me I know why because the hurtful mindless unthoughtful things I say it's not your fault it's my past that haunts me I have new trust in a woman that is not your fault by far it's the life that I've lived and doing all the wrong things and trying to make it work for me instead of for the relationship and that's why the angels have pulled you away from the evil demons in me and now evil has caught up with me my karma is rotten my soul is tainted and now evil has wrapped its hands around it in choking the life out of my heart just when you put life back into it and now my heart is black once again that's why a few years back I've had all the heart attacks now I wish that the angel of death would have strangled my heart to its last beating step for some reason no one wants me to die I'm supposed to be here on this Earth and be miserable and I don't know why I tried to be kind and generous and act the way I'm supposed to act in society that's sometimes I wonder if I'm supposed to be part of and now that I know that I found my soulmate you have been taken from me by my own doing and all I can do is miss you Julia I miss you so much it makes me cry and you are on my mind so much that I really can't sleep I never thought I would lose you and I don't know why the evil that courses through my veins fills my brain full of pains and the memories of the cheating and abuse from the one that I'm supposed to trust the most I never wanted you to feel like you was not my friend because in all actuality you are my best friends not only my best friend but  the only true friend that I got I'm and I'm a fool for not seeing that sorry for what I've done I know why you're on the run I wish I would have never had the ability to speak because I brought you to Albuquerque to start all over again and start fresh with a new life in a new place where no one knew either of us and somewhere in the midst I put you in mental fits and when someone does that you can't think straight I don't think there's a person on Earth that can when someone comes at you with hands that crush you from the outside and a tongue that rips through the mind heart and soul like it doll Rusty sword I have hurt you I have put marks on your skin not just once but again and again why should you trust I would not trust me therefore I know I am a monster that deserves to be alone in this shallow place I call my home that isn't mine all alone it is yours just as well as mine I had no right to hold it over your head like a plane that's flying now I'm that plane has crashed into me bringing death and destruction and shame and putting  me to my knee I wish I wasn't the person now and I know why was hit so hard when I looked up from the floor as blood run down my face as that man walked out the door I asked him why I didn't know you from the next guy and you know me not really deep inside I knew not to ask I deserved every bit of it and it's in God's Divine task to make me feel the pain I unleashed on you now it's got me looking all over for you because I have lost my dove and doves mate for life and now that our doves have left our nest in different times and seasons I wanted us to have a little Dove of our own hope for a new beginning in a new light through such a crisis of the times that we are having my love all I want to do is hold you and look into your eyes and tell you that I love you.
Don't give up don't give in just give it all you got hold your head high and live life that's all we have left folks
Cecil Miller Aug 2019
I was between boy and man.
Had no direction, but I wanted to stand.
On solid ground, only had quicksand.

One night I pulled from the bone.
There was a voice like my own.
I didn't feel quite so alone.
I tried to flex, but I wasn't fully grown.

I was a member, but just an ember,
I was an elemental, I was fire.

I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.

They never knew what to do with me.
When I look back, it wasn't easy.
I tried to be how they said I should be.
There was no way that it ever could be.

One time I thought I might be alright.
Then I picked someone else's fight.
I gladly gave my time in the light.
And I went back under the cover of night.

I was a sinner, but I was a winner.
I was eternal, I was fire.

I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.

Behind the moonwalk,
Long before the swelling sea,
The riverbank was eroding,
Crumbling like the memory
Of my only dream.

I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.

I was a renagade, I slipped from the iron cage.
I was insane, crazed,
Steered by the moon's phase.
I had a long way to crawl.

I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.
I wrote this early this morning, August 22, 2019 in about 30 minutes.

It's a basic structure of a song. It's not especially innovative. It is autobiographical, somewhat. You have to know me to know my psychoanalizing phrazes. Read the poem; read the poet.
Cecil Miller Aug 2019
Ravaging cyan,
That crashing and ever changing
Wetness that is life,
Is the very monster filled vast cup Wherein is tossed about until, alas;
Your sepulcre is reposed to a gentle shore.
I just wrote this brief piece tonight. It is a companion to the painting in my profile, which I also created and was the first painting I sold.
Cecil Miller Aug 2019
Sometimes I want to hold.

Sometimes I want to be held.

I'd rather not ruminate upon her face, study it on the canvas in my mind, because I am reminded of the distance between us, separated by seas of immeasurable volume, not unlike my fidelity.

No placemarker could ever feel the same.

There has never been such serenity as the time she let my fingers play in her hair, and dance along her forhead, while she was resting beside me in a bed that was too large for the room.

Did she feel the quickening of my pulse? My recess was not timorous, but rather love, respect, and desire to be who she needed.

It was later that I learned
I waited long and lost my turn.

Energy never dies,
But it changes like the ocean tide.
Like I, evaporated to the sky.

Like she, wonderment in definition."
I wrote the poem this afternoon. The title is just because I cannot think of a decent one. I get busy so I don't write as much poetry as I used to.
Cecil Miller May 2019
It's like a round-about, around and 'round.
Everything that goes up must come crashing down.
It should be easy like a certain fate.
I've never even asked you out on a date, cause...

You won't want me when you're sober.
I don't want you when your getting high.
All in all I guess we're out of luck.
I guess the two of us will never...

Well okay,
I see you over there,
And I wonder what's that scent you wear.
I see,
There's a glimmer in your smile for me.
But our harlequin romance ain't ever gonna be,
Cause...

You won't want me when you're sober.
I don't want you when your getting high.
All in all I guess we're out of luck.
I guess the two of us will never...

Ah, ah, ah, ah,
La, la, la...
For better or worse,
We're differently cursed.

What they're saying is probably true.
I could never be what's good for you.
Of all the lives on Earth you come into mine,
And struck by something sort of love
I'm going blind, but...

You won't want me when you're sober.
I don't want you when your getting high.
All in all I guess we're out of luck.
I guess the two of us will never...

Never gonna be in touch with each other
In the way that a lover touches another,
Never gonna know it, we won't say it,
We won't show it, cause...

You won't want me when you're sober.
I don't want you when your getting high.
All in all I guess we're out of luck.
I guess the two of us will never...
I just wrote this in one sitting. I'll put it to chords later. A contemporary song in the making.
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