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chelsey-harter
chelsey-harter
I just needed another outlet of expression. :)
School is fake school is a trick to make us believe make you believe that you're going to make a difference make a life for yourself but you won't you'll work 2/3 of your life and 1/3 will be spent with your family which is funny because family and friends are supposed to be the only thing that matters ......right?
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
School isn't real life
You're gone again. ....... I breathe in and it feels like I have too much room in my chest
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
10 days its not big deal
I am going to snap break her back I swear if she talks in that tone I will sucker punch that ***** in the gut She's mean without reason she's a **** without a purpose but I pity her she has no personality and a nasally voice It shocking her 8 year relationship finally became a marriage engagement I hope he leaves her at the altar
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
Nickname for Elizabeth (I think)
I pretended I wasn't upset I acted happy and okay but I was angry we ****** and I left I didn't understand .....odd
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
Odd Day
what am I doing Am I just wasting away day by day I don't know what today is I haven't slept but it's summer I should be great I couldn't tell you what I've eating or done I can't remember The days roll together now And so the adult life begins and maybe I'll pay my bills
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
The Joys of Work
she's tired I saw here cry today she cried on the phone over nothing she's exhausted her skin is pale her face is gaunt she's wilting the makeup dripped down her face tears pulling the fragments of black goop mascara down her face
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
Untitled
the time you're away I feel is wasted time time I could be smiling with you kissing you laughing with you the time we're apart doesn't exist I pretend we're never apart but without you I ache with loneliness with boredom with lust my joints and bones rely on you, to feel ok to feel healed and calm I need you so soothe the daily stress, that sleeps in my tensed muscles cure my aches and pains and hold me tonight hold me in your arms and gently drape my hair against my pale neck whisper those sweet nothings I like I beg you to come home my darling for you and I don't exist without one another where are you my love
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
Where are you my love
I knew you you knew me but I don't want to know the dark things the dark things are the things that hurt the hurt that continues are from the dark within you within you I am here here to support the pain you feel you feel what I feel and I knew that pain because we once shared that pain that pain that has stained our hearts our hearts are a bleached black shirt a black shirt that you're supposed to throw away please throw away my black shirt because I already threw away yours
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
The Bleached Black Shirt
Once you wanted me and you wanted me to want you I know I shouldn't care if you did but some part of me missed being wanted by you like you used to I knew you wanted someone else more (we both knew) I alway knew you were someone I would never have but you were always there in some way I want to know more or not
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Boy #7 from Freshman year (the boy I thought I might fall for)
Blended Layers of blended colors One over another Hues of every shade Depth beyond what you know The soul is a painting Abstract but beautiful Splattered in red and maroon with violet smeared in between Some with contrast so strong the soul seems to be in pieces There is one soul one that every color comes together reflecting light against each figure each figure coming forward in the right places and some falling back This soul is in all of us it just needs a few more washes of blue and yellow a highlight here and there a maybe an added shadow in the back Souls are paintings that don't stop changing
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
The perfect painting