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Chelle Quezon Jan 2015
Isn't it extraordinary
how our bodies are easily healed
when it comes to breaking our skin
how it repairs itself in a matter of days,
yet when it comes to internal pain
there are no true remedies.
It’s not like skin
where the scars fade after a while
instead inside,
let’s say the heart
or the lungs
it’s impossible to breathe the same way as before
to have your heart beat like before
natural like a bird fluttering its wings?
Instead that scar that should fade stays forever
you have to carry it around with your
heart beating irregularly
it makes no sense
how we are extraordinary at healing our wounds
on the outside.
Chelle Quezon Jan 2015
Admittance is scary…*
I don’t understand myself sometimes
I want to love you,
be here for you,
but I don’t know how to say it outloud.
Maybe I’m scared,
maybe I’ll fail you,
maybe let you down,
and I don’t want to be bound to promises
only to break them like so many have done to me.
I do love you very much,
I do want to make you happy
I want to be your life,
your hope,
your light,
but don’t forget that
I am not perfect,
that I also have darkness within me,
that nothing ever goes as it’s planned.
Irony…Karma….LOVE…
All *******, they bite hard and don’t give a **** afterwards.
Let’s not make mistakes.
Let’s just enjoy what we have now and not focus on the future.
Franklyn D. Roosevelt once said….
“Men are not prisoners of their fate, but only of their own mind.”*
I know it means I shouldn’t be afraid too
but I want to use the meaning
of keeping the here and now.
  Jan 2015 Chelle Quezon
Lady Bird
there are so many definitions of poetry
yet the lines shout out my name
it's time to release some of my pain
write words about love and hate
as fast as I can, at every rate
pick up a pen, begin to write
start with an idea, a thought, a light
dreams and hopes are in creation
my pen turn curves with such imagination
emotion spilling out on every line
with a flow, a mark, with rhythm and rhyme
explaining a point with a written voice
revealing my life, showing my choice
feelings splashing on each page
I am no longer in my quiet stage
let it all out and set it all free
I call it my definition of poetry

me as a poet use my written words
and my canvas is you; "the reader"...
Chelle Quezon Jan 2015
Convincing my heart to feel that beat
Cause it was now a stone since that you've hit.
You said "I'll help you to get out of the blue"
It was all lies, contradict with what you do.
So ***** you!
Get out with your walking shoe.

I don't deserved such treatment
You said I was your princess and swear with your commitment.
Is it how you serve your monarchy?
Poisoning the mind cause you know you have the authority?
Well, I guess I'm great in photography
Cause I captured out that you're not my real property.

Now that I'm no longer your muse
And you left me with all these bruise
I am now no longer a fool
No longer freshie in high school
Guarding my mind, heart and soul
Using ground rule, army and war tool.
I know what you'd all like to say
      To make me feel better
"Beauty is on the inside"
            Or
       "You are beautiful"
But my soul is so tattered
       And my heart
Has been repeatedly
             shattered
All the scattered
      bits and pieces
   You might find in there
          Between the scars and creases
     Would make you all run and hide
               If beauty shines from the inside,       Then I'm the **ugliest beast alive
The second in my series of 'lies'. Click #mylittlelies and #mytruths to read the rest.
Thanks.

Comb every strand of hair,
Clean every part of your body
And look at them
Appreciate them.

2.
Dress up.
**** society's expectation
Wear your FAVOURITE colour
Wear your mood.

3.
Always prepare for rainy days.
Bring an umbrella,
Bring your sweater
Bring some money,
For warm coffee/tea.

4.
Go out and explore.
Visit cafés and treat yourself,
Visit book shops & libraries
Inhale the aroma of freshly brewed coffe,
The nostalgic smell of old, yellow papers.

5.
Be okay with what you do,
Say things that are on your mind.
Who cares about what people think?
You are who you are
And you're perfect.

6.
Even if you can't love yourself
Always remember that there's a greater God,
whose love is boundless.
Hey, even the birds in the sky,
The flowers on the ground
Fishes in the sea
Have been taken care of by "him"
What else you a human being!
Chelle Quezon Nov 2014
She cries at night.
But her cries have a twist.
They're not coming from her eyes,
They're coming from her wrist.
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