Sierra Celeste Cearns
Biography of Sierra Celeste Cearns
I'm Sierra and I am 18. I've always really had a passion for poetry, so I decided to post some on here.
Sierra Celeste Cearns Poems
My Emotional War
'Her words have more meaning than she knows, Lingering between whispers and sighs. My complexion deepens to that of a rose And emotions meant to be hidden, soon arise.
Gay, But Still Human
'Do you see me? I'd lend you my glasses, but they're shattered in the street. And no matter who passes,
'Deciphering voices through the static, Ocean waves bow to your tears. Dropping faster than LSD addicts, Trips become your inner most fears.
Over A Year
It's been over a year, And I'm still fighting for us. 16 months of tears, So much broken trust.
"You're sleepy eyed in the mornings; a passion filled lover at night. You're positively negative, And all your wrongs are right.
I Remember Forgetting
'My muscles ache with the cold that cuts them. Barefoot, but still I manage to walk. My tears scattered along the miles behind me.
A Rose Blood Canvas
'Let your body become my canvas. I shall shade in your hair like the night sky. From that sky I take two stars, Placing them deep within your eyes.
You Need Time To Think?
"I know it's been a while, But I can still feel your lips. Parting a moment for your smile, And closing suddenly for a kiss.
A Letter Goodbye
'My eyes closed before the dark crept in, My impatience filling the empty space. If I could only see you again and tell you face to face, All the regret that rules my mind
'God, you are beautiful. Stars fall out of jealousy; They land, making a bed of light. Lie down and let your beauty shine!
'I would walk through rain and think not once of the cold With tattered clothes and shattered hopes,
Break Me Of My Habits
'No matter how much I resist, Just pretend you can't hear. Photoshop the red off my wrists, Buy me a two way mirror.
That Day Will Come
'Maybe later she will see me, And Glide towards my blushed cheeks. Perhaps her grace will humble us all, And my rosy complexion will eventually fade.
'I want the dark. I want that pitch black insanity Crawling up my torso, and gripping At my heart until my veins close
That Day Will Come
'Maybe later she will see me,
And Glide towards my blushed cheeks.
Perhaps her grace will humble us all,
And my rosy complexion will eventually fade.
She doesn't know how strong she is,
Always being told that it would never be enough.
All of them are wrong.
Blinded by the perfection standing before them.
Selfish words spill over their lips,