Best Cemented Poems
I’m in the position of a responsible orphan
I’m left with no plan…abandoned
I turn aside from being caught up in denial, though I’m stumbling
upon affliction and bafflement, entangling me in its web
These unkempt, cemented words—they are strapping
The griminess searing through my skin and bone
I’m left in the chambers of my words
How can I talk myself out of this position?
They are cemented to my soul,
decaying in debris…chained to envy and fear
I write down my experiences with cemented ink
My fear-binding words weigh me down,
cemented with bewilderment
My toes trickle with grime…my life is but a frown
My body becomes weak… leaving me with a print
My depression dunks my head down
I write down my feelings with layered ink
Decaying in filth…chained to fury and terror
Chipping my soul…peeling away everything I adore
I am demolishing along with
my last lick of luck
How can I get out of here?
I’m left to find my own way out
The draftiness singeing through me…goose bumps
leaving scars of tousled emotions—they are strapping
These portraying words crawl in my cranium…
Perturbing my every thought
Abandoning all the doubtless hopes…entangled with uncertainty
My worries are shot
With ink…
blotching my heart
I’m unprepared on my flight
I’m in the position of a bewildered orphan…
lost in the ink-cemented night
Cemented Cocoon
Fighting, struggling and gasping for air
trying to emerge
Fighting, struggling and gasping for air
trying to emerge from the cocoon we call life
Feeling exhausted, the cocoon ever so thick
fighting, struggling and gasping for air
trying to emerge through the concrete cocoon,
seems impossible feeling exhausted wanting my
journey through the cemeted cocoon to finally
come to an end.
Feeling ever more exhausted
As I fight, struggle and gasp for air
light begins to fill the darkness, warmth
begins to flow through the bitter cold.
Beginning to have hope and faith as I
fight, struggle wanting to feel wamrth
even more.
Fighting, struggling and gasping for air.
I lose hope and faith as the bitter cold
returns taking my last breath of air
Written by
Patrick Hill
August 28, 2013
buildings hide sorrow
stones will never protect them
inside damage first
Hinted Head Was Cemented
Snowman had been cemented;
Head was cracked and dented;
Rather odd,
Said to God,
And Trump should be vetted.
Jim Horn
Ho Ho Ho Said Santa Horn.
the cold stairs?
the cold hard stairs?
the cold hard concrete stairs?
the cold hard concrete piss stained stairs?
cold concrete stairs above?
cold concrete stairs below?
elevator broke
Your unchecked baggage are lab diamonds you wish they were natural.
Be quick, your next fix for perfection is on the other side of me.
At least that's what you think you see.
At least that's what you project on the screen to me.
Actually, that's what you seem to believe that you are.
So let's both go get lost in another gay bar.
Play the same damn movie over again.
We'll swap each other out for another lead character and see if it builds character.
But what happens when one of us has destroyed the film?
Because I'd rather lose the tape than be forced to potentially retake the darkest scenes of the horror film we made.
I'm glad you found a way to unsee the things I will never not see because you don't grow from the seeds you failed to let free.
I will bloom and you will resume to follow the same patterns that slowly entomb you.
These words have already broken the same platters I serve that you used to define me.
How does it feel watching the revived me?
My future remains breakable like ivory despite missed shots at my recovery.
I remain unshakable even when you used my time like my mind is easily obtainable.
Now you can sit tight and watch me become unrecognizable, 'cause you and I both know my seat was always meant to be cemented at this ing table.
Now I am able to speak freely knowing that I have already lost you due to your lack of accountability in this fable.
Your opinion no longer holds weight in the gymnasium I created around me.
I hang weights on the windows to protect my gates, to ensure the wrong dates will never disrupt my fates again.
Because this always seems to end in let's just be friends.
I choose to be my own damn best friend.