Cecilia : Writing

September Fourth

September Fourth

A Poem by Cecilia


You're sixty-eight point three miles away right now and it kills me to know i forgot to say happy birthday yesterday, but i guess i gave you your pres..
The Best

The Best

A Poem by Cecilia


The best thing about self hate is that you can do it anywhere any time, quietly, and unknown. The best thing is you don't even know that when we're ..
Dear Self, The end.

Dear Self, The end.

A Story by Cecilia


The ending letter of my autophobia.
Dear Self, I Hate You More Than The Smell Of Tobacco On My Mothers Breath

Dear Self, I Hate You More Than The Smell Of Tobac..

A Poem by Cecilia


I realize today that I hate you more today than I did yesterday. Dear Self, I learned today the extent of how much you can't do anything right an..
Better  Off

Better Off

A Poem by Cecilia


I knew this boy, He was walking down the road when he found this little thing on the ground, You would'nt believe it but it was a heart, Turns out ..
Promise

Promise

A Poem by Cecilia


A year ago, I wondered who will be my neighbor? Well, I'll be the one to strike conversation. Now, as a walk down my new street, I think back on t..
Enola

Enola

A Story by Cecilia


Enola's Story
What I See

What I See

A Story by Cecilia


What i see in the world and my thoughts. I would really like peoples thoughts on some of this, i do not expect anyone to read all of this. I know it's..
The Story

The Story

A Story by Cecilia


The Story how much does one share, and how much does one keep for themselves? the whole of it would make the most beautiful of novels. sometimes ..
I'm Only Doing The Humane Thing

I\'m Only Doing The Humane Thing

A Poem by Cecilia


Everything about you is a window I can see everything, all of it It's so goddamn obvious But I can only just see it now Sadness is your center ..