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Chelsea Quigley Oct 2023
Dear all,
A life lived is a task
No man can carry alone.

Life is a choice,
A choice we did not make.
But alas
We face the burden,
Once created and shaped.

We only make a turn
When our minds are at stake,
When life becomes hate ,
When happiness arrives late.

Some we lose
In the crisis of thought.
Dropping their weapons
To the battle
they have fought.

I understand you
Lost one,
For your vision is clear.
Your understanding of life
Is getting harder to bear.

Life is a challenge,
I shall not disagree.
But you are strong and willing
To trudge a treacherous sea.

I promise you lost ones
That life is a story.
One that will provide you
With an ending of glory.

Put trust in yourself ,
As you have given your all.
Life will reward you,
But we must take the fall.

Life is no straight road,
It entails many bends,
But listen to my words
Sweet souls,
As you have not reached your ends.
This poem is all about the ones who feel that they cannot take life anymore, who feels the burdens and sufferings that life offers them. Just know that I hear you and that I see you. I believe in you all that you can do this , have faith. Please do enjoy !!
Chelsea Quigley Oct 2023
For you I would take a bullet
Shot straight from the gun.
I would stand you aside
While I usher you to run.
I would slowly die
In a cloudy haze,
Knowing your the last thought
On my dying day.

For you I would bear your woes,
Until my mind goes astray.
Until my heart can't take it,
But for you I would stay.
I would take your hand
And place it in mine,
Hold my other to your skin
And stare in your eyes.

I would hold you gently,
Until you trust the touch you feel.
Put my hand on your face,
The other to your waist,
To show you this is real.

For I would do more than you imagine,
As these words speak no volume
To the passion
That I would give.
I would do more than words,
My sweet flower,
For no man like you seems to live.

But alas,
My lover,
You and I must wait.
As our lives
As we uncovered,
Are ten thousand miles away.
This poem is about a personal experience, of finding true love so far away from me! Consider it a blossoming long-distance relationship. But I have found love again, and could not be more grateful. If you too are in the same position, this is for you. Please enjoy!
Chelsea Quigley Oct 2023
A mirror tells a thousand lies
Says I.
I see a vision
Of the unknown,
Of the confused,
And alone.

It bewilders me
Says I.
I cannot fathom
Who
Or what stands before me.

Perhaps a lie
Says I?
My skin,
Pale,
My soul,
Frail.
I beg for it to stop,
But to no avail.

I am not who I see.
For the vision before me
Is a lost soul
Between a treacherous sea.

A monster
Caught between a
Nightmare
And reality.

This is not me,
This is not me.
But where could I be?
Who can locate me?

I begin to breathe
In and out
Rapid
and loud,
As my lungs yearn to shout,
My body begins to pass out.

But I realise,
Between two shut eyes,
That this reflection,
is truly me.
Chelsea Quigley Oct 2023
Creative,
Joyous,
Carefree.

A life of a child
Is nothing but a mix of the three.

For when a child grows
And speak from their souls,
Connection is lost,
Becoming unknown.
Leaving the child to bear alone.

We mimic tradition,
Refuse to listen,
To the little ones who
See us as reason.

And as your little child cries,
You spew great lies;

'You have no place here in this family!'

You have abandoned them,
And Ridiculed them
To the highest of degree.

But all for reason,
That they are not the vision
you wish for them to be.
Chelsea Quigley Oct 2023
At last,
I reach the long-awaited shore.
I lay my body
On gleaming sands,
Rested,
Landed.

I open my arms out
As the skies greet me with
Glistening stars
Greeting me with their gaze,
Lying lost in a star-stricken daze.

Water begins to flow,
Aches begin to go,
Letting my thoughts calm,
Letting my heart slow.

Waves begin to break,
Body shivers and shakes
Though not for reasoning
Of pitiful heartache.

At Last,
I am mended by the sea,
Leaving my mind be,
Finally,
A wave to the soul I come to be.

At Last,
I leave the burden I once had,
Screaming cries for help,
Never heard or sought,
As I painfully fought.

Fought for love,
Fought for a souless sinner,
Fighting for life,
Living,
Coming out as a winner.

Never once did I cave
Nor leave no soul to save.
Never once did I writhe
In my monstrous cave.

But here I lay,
Ocean to bay,
I am free to roam.

I am finally home.
This is more of a healing poem! I wanted to write this on behalf of anyone who has fought themselves out of a toxic relationship, no matter if friends, family, or lovers. I am proud of you and want you to read this poem and have it close to your hearts. You have fought amazingly and I wish everyone who has ever experienced this pure happiness and healing, as I too have found it!
Chelsea Quigley Oct 2023
Lord,
I cannot fathom myself.
I cannot contain myself,
I cannot behave myself.

Your breath,
Hot and sizzling,
Burning my skin.
Your Pain,
Rich and thrilling,
I am your sin.

Lord,
I am blushed and bruised,
Ashamed and used,
Contained and confused.

Bound and held,
You whisper quiet words
Into my ear.
A melody so deafening
I forget to care.

Lord,
I feel ravenous.
My burning hunger
so pitiful,
So scandalous.

Your soft kiss,
Turns lush pink
Into lustful red,
Blood pours down my chin
Onto our bed.

Your eyes meeting mine,
Direct and aligned.

Thoughts colder than frost
My heart begins beating,
Limbs are weakening,
Feelings are deepening.

My mind is now yours.

For now I see
A point of no return.
I seethe and writhe
As our souls bind and burn.
I usually write poetry from a personal perspective , however this one is more of a universal poem. It is to delve deeper into the concept of toxic love and the thoughts and desires it can lead to for a person. I wanted to portray how love can take a dark turn, leading to the concept of possession and obsession. I really hope you all enjoy , a bit darker than usual!
Chelsea Quigley Oct 2023
The fog begins again,
Circulating through
My living system.
It is grim,
Driven,
Lasting longer than breathing.

Attacking my lungs,
I'm Heaving,
Still living,
Crawling,
Weeping,
Repeating,
It's not leaving.

Grim,
Driven
It crashes through my system,
Leaving me stiffened.

Grieving,
Weeping,
Leaving it's thoughts to deepen
Creeping,
It's not leaving,
But I am breathing.

I am breathing.

Yet so
Grim,
driven,
I am still living.
I am still learning,
I am still winning.
I am still yearning,
All is forgiven.

All is forgiven.

Beginning again,
Head spinning,
So Grim,
Driven,
Yet I am still healing
I am still breathing,

Leaving,
Healing,
Am I still grieving?
Teaching,
Forgiving,
Living,
I am still winning.

I am still winning.
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