In time

The time,

I've seen you shake.


That your timbers won't break.


On your green vines.


Of sap let me now you're fine.


The sun rays show.

You're always home.

The leaves and hue.

Love sinks through.


When the sun light-

Creeps down my face.

Branches rock and cradle-

Me, awake.

Blessing souls,

Down the the distant streams.

Leave the ground,

In quakes.


I know,

Love calls.

Your smile-

Brings happiness and


Rain pours down-

You, sweep them away.


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What is love?

What’s that thing called love mean?

Is it when you live a dream?


When your understanding is clear and teem?

Or is it when your tears form a stream,


They drop and gleam,

Because you care so much,


As to wish for a single warm clutch.

But for to ask something as such,


They couldn’t do,

Or they wouldn’t do it for you.

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Live Infinitely.


The meaning of life is to: 

Love freely,

Cry wholeheartedly,

Sing loudly,

Dance merrily,

Care lovingly,

Laugh wittily,

Speak politely,

Shout daringly,

Listen intently,

and Live happily. 

For only then shall you live infinitely. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yeh so not sure what this is about other than being happy and living. Hope you enjoy reading! 

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The Meaning of Life



right now,

I was asked,

What is the meaning of life? 

My answer would be simple:


Life has no meaning


I say this as,

without such things as love,

or heartache,

or fear,

or pride,

or hope,

or desire,

or woe,

Life would be without meaning. 


On its own,

Life is simply a four letter word,

without sense or meaning,

But it is such things as love 

which gives life signficance 

ultimately creating

The meaning of life. 


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yeh so my interpretation on the meaning of life. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong! 

Thank You

You held my hand as I wept,
Tears running down my cheeks,
You heard the sorrow in my voice,
My legs go limp and weak.

I told you my family tales,
And as I spill my feelings out,
You can't help but , but cry with me,
Yet, you barely no what its about.

I cry on your shoulder,
But you still have no clue,
You feel the weight on your shoulder as a boulder,
You always calm me, although you don't even have to.

You are a friend to me,
You are there for me,
Now I'll return the favor,
And be all a friend can be.

To all those people who guide me through my days,
To those who taught me the right ways,
I think that this is due,
Thank you, Thank you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Please comment . It will literally mean the world to me <3

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Finally You.

Finally You.

Finally I woke up with your warm voice like before.
Finally the sun shone in my heart like before.
Finally you loved me, and I adored you like before.
Finally the morning found us together like before.

Thank you my bird for not forgetting me after so many years that we had been apart.
Thank you my bird for giving me tears of happiness.
Thank you my bird for giving me the gift of you.

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Wake The Fuck Up World!

It's late at night and I read

the moon and stars above me

lit cancer stick in my lips

and I'm scowling and squinting

trying to keep my eyes from burning

when the smoke rolls into them

I'm doing nothing important

just coasting by as usual in this life

and I think the best things in life

are not easy to obtain, and most are free

but throw away is the foundation of belief

hearts and dedication mean little to nothing

everyone hurts, but they buy and trade and want

always wanting, striving to get the latest

when even the latest is obsolete

True happiness is dead, and buried

unless you disconnect from the bs

decide to chase your dream, your calling

regardless of financial gain

be who you want to be and who you know

is inside longing to simply be and function

in the manner you were made for.

Me, I am an unmotivated artist that creates not for others

so much as for my own mental maintenance and balance

It is therapy that repays instantly, and I almost never

know what I am about to create, it pours from me

sometimes disturbing, sometimes in my eyes garbage

but others, I impress and thrill my eyes and self esteem

It's a part of who I am.

The core... the most important piece.

If I conform, I sacrifice what it takes to know this

about myself, and to pursue and maintain my view

and I effectively sell that part, that beautiful, unique fragment

to the world at large, to this society that keeps us all safe

so we get along, and we prosper as a species

but a cog in the machine, that cares not for you , or you, or me.

But for the competition, and to measre falic status

proof that you ARE a better version of the same species, that

in the evolution game, you are king by holding the most

of an imagined thing, this paper, this digital record, credit

useless if the world falls apart, and I choose not to compete

Only to effectively ride out my days in this debacle

and stay under the radar but happy doing what I know I was meant to do

So long as the rest of this spiralling, corrupt, fake, and desasterous world of man

doesn't try to keep me from being me.

I could care less to be “rich”

I'm no better than him, her, that guy, you, them I'm only the best me if I know

ME in the first place.


Wake up world. Mankind RIP

Stolen Heart


Ferried away upon the heart you stole -

surrounded in an air of sun filled skies

Rises the spirit inside jubilant thoughts

flight to an inner Heaven - unseen by eyes


Sweet are the whispers to enlighten one's soul,

spoken in absence of an uttered word

In a dream belonging to other than night,

sincerity of a wish is the voice that's heard


A portrayal of love - blossoming with life,

bouquet held 'til the petal's final hours

Destinies shared for all remaining while,

dwelling together among the  flowers


Vision delivered into waiting arms,

not just an image for a mind's caress

Being hard to describe beauty so real,

perfection comes without terms to express


Ferried away upon the heart you stole,

surrounded by the sun filled skies

Rise my spirit in jubilant thoughts,

Heaven is seen through my eyes


© C.E.Vance

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just another thought.

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What is beauty? What is beauty?

it matters not outside

What is beauty? What is beauty?

is it not inside?

Love is beauty. Love is beauty

It should come from within

Love is beauty. Love is beauty

Please, do let it in

Love is beauty. Love is beauty

it's a precious gift to us

Love is beauty. Love is beauty


do not waste it thus