chelsea-gabbard-1Whisper

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flowers are fed.the tears began to flow when you least expected them, making an unwanted, unwarranted appearance. they caught in your eyelashes faster than you could blink them away, glistening silently like dew drops on daisies or rain on the roses your grandfather planted in his garden when you were just a little girl. they flowed in steady, shimmering lines down your face; tiny hands seeking to wash away the makeup left on your cheeks after a long day of battling the world. they connected each freckle and finally settled into a crystalline pool on your knees. weak. vulnerable. nothing. / accept those tears with grace. smile, though you can taste the salt on your lips. you are worthy of more and worthy of much. you are a daisy, nodding its head to the sky, fed from the dew drops that laid so heavily on your petals. you are a rose, reverently tended to by a worn set of kind hands. you are a flower, created to bloom for no one less than the sun. wipe your tears and begin your journey.
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Jan 8, 2014
an open letter to someone i loved.do you know what hurts? / do you know what eats away at you / until you've been completely consumed?
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Nov 4, 2013
jazz is dead.i may not always be in tune or time, / but i sure as hell / don't need two lines of coke
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Oct 12, 2013
the imperceptible change.what does a poet write about when the skies are blue? / when the war is over, the storm has passed, / the water sits as still as a painting on a gallery wall?
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Sep 13, 2013
rise.yours are the only eyes / i want to see / - half open and misty with sleep -
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Jul 29, 2013
shy.i was relieved when i found that the pillows on your bed / could soak up the heat that stained my cheeks / when i woke up and realized that there was nothing my fingertips
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Jul 21, 2013
write.and so we write. / we write words filled with sadness; / words that flow from our pens like trails of salty tears
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Apr 9, 2013
spotlight.i'm one quiver away from an opening act - / one clutch of the sheets from a bottle of red wine. / i'm three scratches away from new york city,
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Jan 29, 2013
the birds.we sat in silence here. / i always knew where to find you. / purging yourself of pain or drinking in happiness,
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Nov 6, 2012
thank you.velvet melodies float lazily / from wood floors to vaulted ceilings / as you tell stories not just with your voice,
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May 25, 2012
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