CEDAR

Original works + Reposts of Poetry. I only post artistic things here. She/Her

[cedar08]

Introduction to Me!

My name is Cedar!

She/Her pronouns (neutral = okay)

poetry exclusive page

I am a nature-obsessed girl who reads and writes a little too often. I am a fan of classic literature, poetry, and philosophy. My goal is to become a 6th grade teacher! . My mother was a writer and now I am, too (except in the opposite way).

I am a fan of rustic things and anything green/brown/black/copper/orange. Nature is my favorite thing to be around. I am a collector of bones, rocks, trinkets, MTG/Pokemon cards, and books. I am a musician, and know how to play French Horn, Trumpet + Cornet, and mallet instruments as well as general ability on tuba, baritone, and most typical drums.

Here are some things to be aware of with my poetry!

"Dreams of Faeries and Leaves" is a series made of poems in pairs. Each one will have it's own title the same as it's partner, and have numbers indicating the difference. The first is chaotic, filled with loose associations and looking at the "tails" of the metaphorical coin. The second one is more organized, but just barely (usually) and is looking at the "heads" of the coin. Each is about the same idea or subject from two different perspectives.

I SHOULD start posting again semi-normally!

I don't make a lot of sense

Here are some things about me that may give you an eye into my work!

I have FCAS (Familial Cold Autoinflammatory Syndrome). This is a genetic mutation that directly effects my joints, ligaments, and muscles. Essentially, it physically hurts me to be cold. This is a major topic in my works.

I was raised in the woods most of my childhood. My days were spent outside on my own playing and talking to the trees, river, wind, and my cats. this has formed my talking and writing style to be very secluded, sometimes rambly, and very relative to nature.

[babynailz]

[mournfulroses]

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a poem titled "God Speaks," featured in The Book of Hours

[okeaniscethira]

I am the shadow you fear to name,

the fire you bury deep in shame.

I crawl beneath your fragile skin, a war you lost before it could begin.

I taste the blood you try to hide,

the crack inside where you confide.

I gnaw at bones, I tear at truth,

the beast unmasked, reclaiming youth.

I rage, I spit, I drag you down — a whisper turned to brutal sound.

You lock me out, but I break through,

the darkness bred and born in you.

I am the poison, cold and sharp,

the bleeding wound, the shattered heart.

No chains can bind, no voice can quell,

I am your wrath. I am your hell.

– Okeanis

[malefixium]

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

[definegodliness]

Skygazer

Fleeting sensations of entrapment Wash over me, strangely; as if I could fly Into the wide open

Blue,

Or starstrewn, When my gaze could wander Ad infinitum.

Confrontational cages Reveal themselves, so that it is hard To breathe; so that I am not at Home, anymore. This planet, this house

This skin; they are

All, Too foreign.

Locked up, I catch myself etching the walls With a silent wishing For a touch of cold fingers, Pressed on heated skin. Just to get me Back in

With a sense of belonging.

Heaven is lost

To an impenetrable looming.

Perhaps, only for a day, And I don't know whether this makes me Face facts, suppressed, Or simply ridden With a fallacious homesickness.

I have never grown wings, And I never could fly.

Or could I?

The pall lowers as mist. Revelation: I miss.

Your fingers, your kiss, and, now, above all,

Your gaze:

The flight, infinite.

The glow to fill up All these empty spaces, And I was Back In.

Home.

Whole.

Belonging.

--- 15-11-2025, M.A. Tempels ©

[somebodyssongbird]

Do drops of me cling to your atmosphere? I linger as mist in your indigo sky You no longer ask me for anything I'm still trying to promise you everything

[yulia-inferis]

Your husbands got a sneaky problem

Sneaking to my songs to solve them

He wants you and your child dead

But he chose to play this song instead

Cause without my songs you'd be gone

Both shot in sleep, burned by the lawn

But your dumbass wants us all to stop

All of us gating your predators thoughts

Where will they go to sublimate this time

When all they have is real life to try

Sure theres plenty who use me as their why

But theres also plenty of me saving lives

I thought you were disingenuous hypocrites

But no you're actually too stupid for this

You're all such insufferable deluded pricks

That people like me gotta sneak in this shit

And play a song to not eviscerate you, in fact

You're just a song away from being a redact

[paper-wounds]

[cedar08]

Walking in the door,

stairs will take you

to the white, the blue

it's matching your steps

watching

a mouse and a fox,

stalking

take me with you, through it all

take me with you

it's your call

The pictures on the wall

walking on the stairs

run and fall

it's only fair

Walking in the door,

stairs will take you

to the white, the red

but what you choose,

it matters through

the wreckage of it all

do you hear my call?

those pictures on the wall

stare and care

you stop and bawl

it matters, though

laying on the floor

coaxing

a word, a thought

its all bought

through your commotion

and how you fought

have you earned me?

when you walked through the door

what were those stairs?

those pictures on the wall

scare you

but if you stopped to care

they are mirrors of you

[flowrrs4u]

I am good. I am loved.

[cedar08]

A rotting tree

breathing the life of death

heavy, fading

leaning, falling, breaking

down, until he

is resting on the ground,

dying.

He is dead, and

earth will eat him, happy

the dirt will feast

until there is nothing

but new

there, next to this

corpse is a friend, cedar

tree, looking

at her dear friend, tired

of watching them

all fall.

continuous,

she stands, her needles are

a blanket on

the corpse, shielding the eye

from despair, foe

her tears are sharp, a pain

produced from her

that will never rot, nor

falter. the cedar

never rots.

[metamorphesque]

"War and Peace", Leo Tolstoy (translated by Constance Garnett)

[letters-to-dreamers]

Secrets I keep

Like I keep you

Hidden away

From simple views

And dark hues

Of blues

[cedar08]

There's no alarm clock like fear

I want to hold you under water

until your end is near

just to show you how i falter.

And when you close around my throat,

lightning strikes and like thunder, i need to scream

Please, just keep me afloat.

The alarm rings and in my mind, there's a gleam

I am awake, my body stings with fear

I am awake, i cannot help but stay frozen

I am awake, my chest is heaving as if you are near

I am awake, and I wish my hair hadn't grown in

I cannot escape you, my mind holds you tight

You're my prison and I'm the bars that hold you, your prison

I don't even know who you are or what brings this fright

but I cannot escape you, I'm in no position

There is no alarm clock like fear

The ticking of my heart and the buzz of my mind

I am weak, tied to a curse that i just can't see clear

let me hold you under water so i can see how we're intertwined.

[becomingvecna]

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[ceruleans-world]

My heart sinks a little

When I get a text and it's not his.

I love him, but

It isn't that. We aren't that.

But he's my predecessor

He's a version of me I don't hate

He's who I am, have been, may be

And I don't hate it. Once more

I feel guilty that I hate when it's not his.

I feel shameful when my heart sinks

But the text isn't his.

And I feel shit regardless.