Monthly Archives: March 2016

was yours… [POEM]

It was your kiss
made way onto my lips
purposed for more than pleasure
that is responsible
for my melting
all over this paper

It was your touch
having its way against my will
but more than willing to keep touching
that is how
i got over my fears
of being hurt

It was your help
being so able to care for me
in all of my times
that is how I got better
and started
to better to you

It was your love
loving me well into my wellness
no matter what it was
that could have stopped us
from being
the way we are

It is your time
giving me life and space
even when you want to be closer
that got me here
with you
and forever more.


©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers


hmmph…   [POEM]

love don’t mean a damned thing
to a hate long been felt
and with someone is lonely still
when you love all by yourself

mirrors hate the face they see
when they know that face to lie
the dark is prone to comfort self,
wear a shadow for disguise

feeling grows quite numb to touch
silence makes its sound
going makes it easier
staying takes you down

for trying this is what you get
the rest of what could be
the trouble is in having faith
of another persons please.


©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers

opening…   [POEM]

once should have been enough
to tell me what was you
but not that I was listening,
just something wasn’t true

in a world made clear by clouds
you still see what isn’t there
or so you make believe to be,
if in fact you choose to care

I will never fancy rhetoric
for sake of hearing truth
but your lies just feel a good to me,
that make it worth the proof

“…Till death” is just a promise
I’d rather live to see
do us part a more than likely,
if a never came to be

have you ever heard of holding?
or have you let it go to waste?
before you walk this road alone,
stay and tell for just a taste

or have your way without me
and see where art thou go
don’t you never look back hoping,
like you stead enjoyed to know.


©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers

sums…   [POEM]

some days are just for being down
some nights won’t let you sleep
some time will choose to standstill
some pains are yours to keep

some words just won’t be heeded
some thoughts are not to be
some scars don’t have a story
some feelings choose to flee

some weather ain’t for long shirts
some pretty ain’t for view
some love ain’t for staying with
some happy ain’t for you

some memories leave us tarnished
some dreams are only that
some potential will stay imagined
some opinions are only facts

some hours last forever
some minutes, come and gone
somehow you’re still surviving
some way, right or wrong.


©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers

i…   [POEM]

i have pursued into the night
i had been unto the day
i was yet to know my reason
i as of now not found my way

i for once did so go onward
i had so unlike been lost
i instead tried not to barter
i in turn was charged at cost

i of all had not been wavered
i per say were of the least
i till now had been ill-favored
i without was failed to feast

i too often left another
i not likely being so stuck
i for instance gave assumption
i with love had been no luck

i alone tried not to wander
i by myself left not to stay
i for long procured my problems
i as well had much to say.


©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers

temper-orary-ature…  [POEM]

we are not
more than we could
if ever we were to
alike we should

there is still
left after is gone
more than enough
right or wrong

other than that
smile you should see
amid the love for life
whether or weather, be.


©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Wish I was there… [POEM]

In that moment
should have been what you wanted
to be far away, to have been saved
to still be innocent, to just be brave
to at least be strong enough
to fight back,
but you can’t…

You’re still trying
to figure out what is happening
and why it’s happened
how it began
and if you could have
made it different,
by any chance
but you don’t understand
you’re just trying to stand still
while crying there
and trying to decide
how much more difficult
would dying be
than lying there
all the while deciding
if the silence
that this will undoubtedly cost you
will ever be fair
and haunt the voice
of such a horrible person
that you know as loved one
and everyone else knows
as relative
in the midst of trying
to redefine trust
and justify forgiveness
being relative
knowing that you will never forget
and time is no sedative

Why do good people do bad things?
what kind of sick is this?
what did I do to make them feel this way?
do I deserve it?

All questions pondered and posed
while you are being exposed to evil in a most beautiful way
this is something so natural
and pure and yours
that someone
who is supposed to
have your best interest at heart,
is taking away
you wish upon all of the heaven you have ever heard of
just praying that anybody’s God
just might take this away

No answer
and you have to wait
facing a pain
that would have you hate
all the while conscious
of no such thing as safe

No distractions available
not one hope in sight
nothing there to stable you
unable to leverage any fight
as you fall into submission
screaming silent through your eyes
but seeing who won’t listen
as you crawl into disguise

Coping won’t exist
and closure is a myth
time only serves you prison
and death presents a gift

less you awake from this dream
to remember no such thing
and instead become once again
a simple human being

not the monster this has made you
but fate didn’t save you
a nightmare steals away your sleep
curse the memory that enslaves you

You don’t believe
you don’t tell your story how
you don’t proceed
you never get past now

to being free you are unaware,
I wish that I was there.


©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers

The Kid… [POEM]

the kid was inspired
something the teacher said
much ado of history
less the lies he read

still yet the kid was thirsty
and classes poured unto him free
refreshment in the form of words
that time permitted he could drink

now towards sure a kid would lean
transfixed beyond of he had been
peering out from under privilege
he got over being nothing’s friend

so a kid had far to go
how else had deserts been run
the dry respect of historic drought
be watered by what made him son

thus for kid the leave has bent
covered by the once of bare
chance to see the chance so much
for once is known somebody cared

now a kid will be a man
and more than just was offered of
this kid is being led to lead
and all because a Father loved…


©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers

questions…   [POEM]

Haven’t you heard my heart song?
Have you once to catch the beat?
Have you tasted of my honey, Honey?
Haven’t you shared my sweet?

Or still bitter from that sourness,
Are you frowned from a former dish?
Is it sugar running about your tongue,
Or is salt still upon your lips?

Haven’t you felt my rhythm?
Have you ever soul-danced to stars?
Have you ever left those fairytales?
Haven’t you been more far?

Or yet to run away from custom,
Are you stuck belied in trust?
Is it more that you make appearances,
Or have you sided to shape with us?

Haven’t you said my same thing?
Have you found us more alike?
Have you been more bound to try again?
Haven’t you decided it worth a fight?


©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers