Monthly Archives: May 2015

Preferred…   [POEM]

He doesn’t care about you
and I don’t either,
so leave us
be better by yourself,
spend time alone,
buy yourself
don’t do it again
this time, try yourself
don’t follow the trend,
defy yourself
don’t try to lose this weight,
find yourself
gain perspective
ask why, yourself…

He doesn’t need you
I don’t believe you
He would never desire you
I would only deceive you
both by repetition
cause, effect, and consequences
special circumstances
constant issues,
so just let us go
abide by your own choices,
just let us know
we won’t stop stopping by,
just let us flow…

He doesn’t love you
I refuse to go through it
You meant what you said,
and we both knew it
so don’t do it
abandon this dream,
don’t pursue it
let this thought collapse,
don’t renew it
let the lie be a lie
just don’t prove it
the key is enjoying yourself,
don’t lose it…

He was just your past
I was just something to believe in
the moment was your choice
and you stay there for a reason…



©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers


Connections…   [POEM]

I have
kept inside
this place
next to
for reason
by the
way of


there is
still yet
when else
a chance
for what
is here


I gave
for effect
the hope
to reach
the cause,
your heart



©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers

mango (Māyn-Go) main goal… [POEM]

the fruit. Of your words
is dripping…

on me

let us get sticky
and remember ourselves
as children. Playing in food
with our faces
and hands,
bodies covered

your meat. Is tender
prepared just as I desire
select cut,
brought through the fire

your milk. Is fresh
the right temperature and taste
not a drop will I waste

your honey. Is sweet
nectar of paradise
coating me subtly
yet flooding me

Suffice it to say.

for desert, mangoes
ala mode
I will pour the syrup. On your cake
with control
making sure to make a mess

I love the bubbles
and the sound. It makes
taste like pudding
putting aside our differences
no room in here fits
so we can try all of them

blood sweat tears
indentations. kisses
that make it feel
even better…

while you drip. Some more
squishy, gooey,
boiling sweat
caramelizing skin
smelling like sex,
I am most flexible. In your ocean
To your taste

the texture of your everything giving me anything. Filling



©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Still room for You… [POEM]

every bit the fool
made of myself,
for you
the foolishness
I would still do
nothing different
I would still choose
still show up
still prove
whatever necessary
I would still move
and inhibition
whatever stood in the way,
without decision
with your permission
I would still have said it
and still listened

no regrets
the reflection is a reflex
no precept,
what you feel
was a pretext

and your energy
fills the room
same favorite place
with arms still open
my hours are still the same,
open at 12,
or noon
12 hour shift
with a vacancy,
and reservations
for two…

see you soon.


©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Since You… [POEM]

there have been others,
since you
but none like
or even similar
just differences
and others familiar
all my obsession
all, my lessons
none of them as good as you
in thinking I needed
to be rescued
or just given a rest
from you
because I’d only known us
because my best, was true
because I guessed, to lose

there have been moments
since you
that were lonely
but not alone
but not at home
there, but somewhere gone
where I was
and where I wanted to be
two different places
what I had
and what I wanted
two different things
a contradiction assured,

you still owe me
and I want my morning,
times two
in perpetuity
until the months go away
swept under the door
of eternity
while the sun burns away
and the moon gives chase
to some other planet
and ours is left stranded
like me
to determine
that there is nothing better
than being in sync

since you
decided it better us not be
I’ve discovered it worse,
instead of what got me
and I’ve been thinking,
about it
and what it all means
ever since you.


©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Unsuccessful…   [POEM]

What will you respond
when asked of fate
’twas a moment of necessity
but you showed up late

How will you explain
when given the floor
’twas the time to produce
but you asked for more

Where will you begin
when afforded the chance
’twas for you to commit
but you wouldn’t advance

When will you prepare
when there is left no time
’twas there for your choosing
but it wasn’t your kind

Why did you want it
when you knew you shouldn’t
’twas an opportunity to excel
but you knew you couldn’t.


©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Why did I say… [POEM]

Why did I say have
when I meant moment
Why did I say need
when I meant wanted

Why did I say forever
when I meant now
Why did I say never
when I meant how

Why did I say love
when I meant like
Why did I say left
when I meant right

Why did I say feeling
when I meant words
Why did I say given
when I meant earned

Why did I say willing
when I meant work
Why did I say okay
when I meant hurt

Why did I say together
when I meant alone
Why did I say for certain
when what I meant was wrong

Why did I say sure
when I meant sign
Why did I say effort
when I meant time

Why did I say open
when I meant true
Why did I say her
when I meant you.


©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Knowing Bye… [POEM]

there is a feeling
and a time
but a moment
for a sign
that we waited on
to say more
another reason
to stay for
given choice
or come conclusion
there we stood
despite illusion
by design
within the realm
forgotten reasons
to sink again

abandoning ourselves
instead we chose
to find elsewhere
as a place to go.


©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers

How do I write… [POEM]

How do I write
like this
in no position to pretend
bent out of a certain shape,
with no mend
unable to act like it
doesn’t hurt
saying to your self,
“It doesn’t work”
not meaning what you mean
or seeing what you are seeing
being the hurt
you have never been before
for what,
a draft, of an open door
adrift, from a wanting shore
you’d been fine,
someone was wanting more

and how can I write
anything different
when you expect the truth
lying ourselves constantly,
“I can make it through”
I can make it, too
You can make it to,
I can’t make it…

whoever said broken hearts
write better poetry
had never been in love
had never woken up
next to you,
what am I supposed to do?
sit a picture of someone else
next to you
and just continue
acting like my body is okay
we were together,
I remember
having your scent,
and refusing to wash it off,
that was just today
just to say,
get off my phone,
that was just for play
I never wanted to hang up
that was just a way
of saying love
in a different language
this is hurt,
in a specific anguish
emotions, mangled
a crash with one fatality,
unidentified remains
in an unmarked grave,
no one even cares
or believed
like I do
but that’s all gone now,
bid not high enough
auctioned off for
a different level of consciousness,
I guess I wasn’t high enough
wouldn’t stoop any lower,
I wouldn’t lie enough…

what words do I write
in these blanks
and flank them with feelings
while concealing the anger
that chosen was familiar
over a stranger
a pedestrian
who helped you
out of danger
with the bags
or that it was a bluff
a sad attempt at inciting me
instead of inviting me
to show you
this was a way of asking
to see jealousy
but it was not necessary
I had already shown it
you had already known it
since we were then,
I still see that us,
I would have shown you
the same thing

when do I write,
or do you become the pretender
do you fend off my ego
and I just end up a shell
or do I tell you this:
It was just going to be a kiss,
that you turned
into something else
and now we’ve turned,
to something else
and it hurts
like hell
as a matter of facts,
nothing helps

But why would I write that?
when I am still here
still searching for an answer
that is still there
in some part of a never
that is real
and unclear
I don’t know if ever
because the pain I write alone,
we should be writing
but whatever.


©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers