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Chloe Calhoun Nov 2013
I feel alone.
No one is here,
there is no light at the end of the tunnel.
You do not know me,
yet you speak to me as if you do.
I hide from you with words,
carefully planned out so that i am left to be.
You think i am stubborn, rude, disobedient,
but yet you do not know me.

You know the me i want you to see,
the me with a hard exterior that cannot be broken.
But i am fragile,
I break more with every fight that we have.
This is not what i want you must understand,
but when you won't listen to the words i have to say,
what do i do?

My screams turn to tears and i yell even louder,
your anger is contagious it rifles me with fear.
My breaths or short and i cannot breathe,
But this is what you must not see.
I finish our fight to make sure you would leave,
i don't want you to see how this anxiety has consumed me.

I can't let you see how it has taken over me,
how is is rooted itself into me.
I am alone left to fight this battle,
this battle i have been fighting for far to long.
I do not want to be alone,
but do i have a choice when you turn as cold as stone?

It seems our fights have taken root,
and there is no way i can be forgiven.
I deserve the tension, the hate, the anger within you,
but not forever, not after i beg and plead for you to forgive me.
Not after i change and try to earn back your trust,
I do not deserve your anger or hate.
So won't you please tell me you love me,
Before it's to late.
Chloe Calhoun Nov 2013
As she sits alone ,
Chilled to the bone.
And all she can see,
Is a world of stone.
The ash in the air,
Is too much to bear.

Building crumbling down,
The sky is black as coal.
Her skin is colored white,
And she has lost her fight.
She tries to hold them back,
But tears fight through the cracks.
She tries to carry on,
She tries to carry on.

With ash at her feet,
And nowhere to hide,
In a world alone,
In a world all alone.

Her tear stained face,
And dirt black feet,
She cannot fight it back,
She cannot fight it back.

Windows are broken,
She words unspoken.
Cars unattended,
Her soul remains open.
No one in sight,
And no source of light,
She clings to her chest,
Lonely and confused.

Sorrow eats her alive,
Forgets to survive.
Charcoal covers her dress,
A torn and tattered mess.
Blood stains cover her skin,
When will her life begin.
She is looking for hope,
She is looking for hope.

With ash at her feet,
And nowhere to hide,
In a world alone,
In a world all alone.

Her tear stained face,
And dirt black feet,
She cannot fight it back,
She cannot fight it back

She wants to become free,
But it is not meant to be.
She trudges forward,
And her hope goes on.
She finds another way,
A world not filled in grey.
She has an escape,
A new world she can shape.

With ash at her feet,
And nowhere to hide,
In a world alone,
In a world all alone.

Her tear stained face,
And dirt black feet,
She cannot fight it back,
She cannot fight it back
Chloe Calhoun Nov 2013
“Is it done yet?” they scream
The deadlines coming near
Finish it soon – finish it quick
Just don’t forget workmanship.

Working hard – getting it done
Not allowed to have any fun.
Have to please them, make it look good
Make it look like they think it should.

I need to win
Pressure yells into my ear,
Take home the prize,
But be fearless and kind.

Do not fail and do not flee,
I wish they would just leave me be.
To finish my painting and make it look good,
Not like it was made by someone working with wood.

A painting that show a grimace with a stare
Trying to hide what lies hidden in wait,
Wait that some may see through its eyes,
Seeing the word that was so cleverly disguised.
Chloe Calhoun Nov 2013
Feet squeak through the halls,
Burning rubber fills the air.
Backpacks shaking up and down,
Chitter chatter by the lockers.

Pencils scratching – getting homework done
Class by class
All by memory
Each day – everyday
Everyone like an ant in a colony

All by design,
Every day by plan,
Do not stray,
You must obey.

No hats – no way
At least that’s what they say
Stuck in a prison of our own thoughts
No escape – no way out
Until we break free and graduate
Chloe Calhoun Nov 2013
I am from the pond out back, from frogs and dogs, and camping under the stars.
I am from camo and rifles, from gardening with my grandma to family reunions.
I am from blanket forts and Saturday morning cartoons, from late night adventures with friends to stories told by the light of a campfire.
I am from family and friends, love and happiness, but I am also from divorce and tears, from locked doors and yelling through walls.
I come from weddings and new beginnings, teaching me that even though there is a dark side to life there is a light at the end.
I am from ****** knees and biking down dirt trails, from adventure and mystery, not knowing where the road will take us.
I am from convertibles and the wind in my face, from predictable jokes to fishing on the lake in the warm sun.
I am from late summer nights on the beach with my friends to sled races down snow covered streets.
I am from memories that I have and the memories I have yet to make. My past is what makes me, me and I cherish last bit of it, good or bad.
Chloe Calhoun Feb 2013
It's dark in here, my soul is aching my heart bleeding.
The battle has yet to be lost yet i sit here - in the Dark.
My heart weeps forces the tears to my eyes.
One after another they fall to the ground - it's Dark in here.

The sounds and cries of the battle yet to be lost echo in my ears like
baby birds left alone without a mother.
The tears fall harder.
In the Dark i scream wanting to be heard.
By someone anyone just like the baby birds.

The battle will soon be over and i will surely lose
just like all the other battles lost and the the future ones to.
In the dark i cry and scream although i'm never heard.
In the Dark i fall asleep for a night and many more
i don't think i will ever wake In this Darkness of my heart.
Chloe Calhoun Nov 2012
The Flowers they need caring,
The Thorns and all the Poisonous leaves now about to wilt.
The Roses how they Cut and Bleed,
The fly traps how the snap and feed.
But not all is always as cruel as it may seem,
Some of the Flowers oh!, how they gleam.
The Lilacs and the Lily's all tender to the touch
Some will say it all will be to much.
But some will put the flowers out in the cold to freeze,
trying to make them strong in the frosty winter breeze.
The Flowers they need caring,
They need water for their roots,
The Flowers they need caring
so that they might not wilt.
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