Chelsea Ashdown

Chelsea Ashdown Feb 2012

my pain

my tears filled eyes poor like falling rain
nothing in this world compares to my pain
my ability to feel happieness has died
now im dark and cold inside
piece by piece my heart has shattered
my body bruised and battered
these scars upon my stomache, legs and wrists
are all my problems in a neat tidy list

Chelsea Ashdown Jan 2012

Myself

As this snow withers bit by bit
I pounder life and sit
Staring out this frozen window
Wondering if i could have been that low
Low enough to show the hurt that should have been left hidden
I should have left the view of myself to others golden
Now i have all this dirt on my name
And its myself i blame

Chelsea Ashdown Jan 2012

Beauty

beauty is your heart
not your smile
not your hair

beauty is your heart
not your eyes
not your cheeks

beauty is your heart
not how skinny your waist is
not how big your chest is

beauty is your heart
not what you see in the mirror
but what you should see inside

Chelsea Ashdown Jan 2012

Getting Better

This is me letting go
  when darkness comes, say no
    force it down, eat
      keep composed and neat

         This is me trying
           no more hiding no more lying
             put the pieces back together
              love this me forever

                this is the new me
                  getting better dont you see
                     there words no longer make a dent
                       life is no longer waistfully spent

i have decided to get better and a very special someone is helping me in the process

Chelsea Ashdown Jan 2012

Bully

make another joke
while their sobs they choke

point out their difference
while they lose their balance

shove another push
their darkness screams hush

spread another rumor
this is not humor

scream another name
but for their blood you will be to blame

soon nothing will hurt
their body will be six feet under in dirt

People praise bullies and all i wonder is why? why praise what can hurt others?

Chelsea Ashdown Jan 2012

the dream

the sun shines
birds sing
flowers raise there heads to the heavens
the long grass sways in the blissful wind
the sky goes dark
drip drip drip
the sun is gone
birds hide
the flowers begin to frown
everything is black
everything is dark
the grass the flowers are all gone
in its place is a fen of darkness
a fen of hate and shallow graves
i watch the ones i love faces appear in the hidden crypts
i hear their screams of agony
the happieness is gone
hate now in place

Chelsea Ashdown Jan 2012

Us

im captured
stuck in this fen
this fen of confusion and hurt

we had to absquatulate
im wishing for a thaumaturgy
dont they see we are copacetic together

this selcouth relationship we have
i zetetic some way out of this
a way for this to be excepted

but this is just the ord
the ord of a trail of upturned beaks and hateful sneers
the ord of what we call fate.

why must there be this unwanted wrath
this unwanted hurt
why are we so unwanted

this is us not them
this is a relationship no one can understand but us
this is something worth fighting for.