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I see people looking at me when I’m not yelling at them.
I see people running away from me when I’m pelting stones at broken cars.
I’m walking alone with barking dogs.
I see crying kids when I smile at them.
I see hand prints all over my body for eating fruits.
I see my black eye in a mirror, all for just asking food.
I hear screaming horns, when I’m just crossing the road.
I hear shoutings, when I’m just trying to sleep in the park.

All that I do is what I do.
All that I take is what I never asked for.

I see no difference between you and me.
Is it because you are yourself, and I am me?
I'm Bitter
like the coffee
stains on your teeth
scars on my legs
no Difference

I'm Bitter
with a twist of metal
tastes like blood
on the skin of your teeth
down the side of my arm
no Difference

I'm Bitter
because I am alone
no sweet soul has mingled
intertwined with mine
my dull grey eyes
the sweater you stole
no Difference

I'm Bitter
because my showers sting
and my wrists itch
and my pants are long
and my love life is gone
and you won't let me go
let me Go
let me Subside
let me Drown  
no Difference
This is a stream of consciousness poem about me and someone I liked
I remember it so clearly,
The dark oak of the table,
The smell of her cigarette smoke.
We would sit every night and play
500 Rummy.

Then she started to get weaker.
I would watch in horror
As my grandmother’s hands shook
With every set she put down.

The oak table turned to the
Bland plastic of the one in the hospital
And her cigarettes were replaced with
An IV and an oxygen tank.

The next night
I sat in the living room,
Glaring at the empty table
And the unopened pack of cards.
They mocked me.

I dressed in black today,
When everyone tossed dirt
I tossed an Ace of Spades
And an old Zippo.
 Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
AM
do you still remember
how you made me fall in love
before I can even blink my eyes?
 Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
Aditi
She is brokenness
With a pretty cover
He is lost sighs
Of the star crossed lovers.

She is the familiar face
In a crowded street
He is the purest relation
Not obligatory, yet a need.

She is the grace
by which the leaves fall
He is the warm embrace
of sunlight on a winter morn.

She is the whimper
Of the lonely moon
He is the the lake
In which its reflection floats.

She is his past midnight drunken confessions
He is what she spills all over the blank paper.
 Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
AM
all she had to do was sit there
and smile by your side
to make you sacrifice everything
when I had to put up with you
through your down and hell
just so you'd think you love me

how is it possible for me
not to think that I was
in a competition with her
when you never love me better?
As I lie in
stillness
in a
peaceful
state of mind,
I am
terribly conflicted
between
closing my eyes
and
let all of me
disperse;
to become the
universe.
Soaring
amongst the winds'
of the
furthest corners
of the globe
or
simply lie still,
fondling
in the beauty
of my
surrounding
within
a long and illuminating
gaze.
What a dilemma.
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