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  Jan 2016 Chalsey Wilder
Commuter Poet
Person for sale

Able to:

Breathe quietly
Talk when needed
Wear acceptable clothes on work days
Use transport facilities in a timely fashion

Willing to:

Spend time with people
They don’t like
Set aside any feelings of
Boredom
Restlessness
Apathy
Disinterest
Disillusionment
Malais­e
Fatigue
Stress

And feign:

Interest
Enthusiasm
Concern
Delight
Contentment
Joie de vivre
Passion
Commitment

Willing to:

Sit stoically
In front of a square screen
Sending typed messages back and forth
Quietly count the days, months and years
As they tick by
Cover unsightly grey hairs
With unnatural dyes (at personal expense)
Spend hours in the same rooms with the same people
Use communal toilet facilities
Sit on trains
Day after day
Use caffeine and sugar
As the acceptable drug of choice

Prepared to scream out in silence
When it all gets too much

Person
For
Sale
12th January 2016
Chalsey Wilder Jan 2016
Protect your fingers, protect your toes
Follow the wrinkles, pay out the tolls
Jump the gate, find the bread crumbs
It's too late, would you like some ***?
Wallow in the gallows, more *** flow than blood flow
Limply creeping to who knows
You hate yourself.
You let it woe.
Gotta let it go.

Expanded version of a short poem I posted two days ago.
Chalsey Wilder Jan 2016
Obsessions,
They either end or you do.
And sometimes it's called love.
The way she makes me feel
When she lays her head in my lap
The way I caress her face as I gaze in those eyes
How I run my hands through her hair
We kiss like we 're in love
Yet we are not
Merely playing a game
A game were only fools rush in
I don't want to be the fool rushing in
Why cant we just be fools in love
Stop fighting the urges
Let happiness embrace you
Time to mend this broken heart
Chalsey Wilder Jan 2016
Everybody has their ****** up ways,
Funny thing is that it has a way of coming back on you.
I should fix mine a little by little.
  Jan 2016 Chalsey Wilder
Dev
I remember the first time you spent the night at my house.
Just the two of us
I was so happy and nervous, it was the first time I had a girl sleepover.
My hands couldn't stop shaking, it didn't help that I liked you.
I made my bed better than I had ever made it for myself
I cleaned everything from the under my bed to the top of my shelf.
I wanted that night to be as perfect as you
And to my surprise, nothing was new. The night went great.
Then. It was time. To go to bed...
I went to lay down on my couch I had in my room
And that's when you offered me a choice. A choice that would change my life forever.
I could either sleep on the couch
Or I could sleep with her on my bed.
I can't recall what went through my head, or the words that I said
All I know is, that I was soon with her in my bed.
Her of the left and myself on the right
Even in my sleep I never let her out of my sight.
I've never slept better, than when I'm beside her.
I sleep like the dead, doesn't even matter the bed.
You were the missing piece to rest, that I never had before that night
A piece that I had briefly before I lost it.
You ruined me.. I can't go back
Because now.. No matter what I do
I cannot rest
Until I'm in bed
With you.
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