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Chelsea Rae Oct 2019
I'm ready for my same heart.

Where is the sweetest soul in the universe?

The kindest.
The most gentle.

I will find you if you find me.
I will see you if you see me.

I want to look in the mirror and see you in myself.
Chelsea Rae Oct 2019
I refuse to even indulge in empty promises.
No more will I accept husks of words
That float on air because they hold no weight to them.

I need rock hard, solid, ground breaking actions because words
Were dangled in front of me for so long.

A carrot on a stick,
Leading me further into the dark.
Guiding me into cages of expectations.

No more.
No more.
  Oct 2019 Chelsea Rae
Courtney O
He says "Can we meet?"
And the drums of doom
the possibility of sweet sin
blur my eyes, make me dream in the daylight
But what about that?
I've been feeling wrong
so he turns up at the gates of my world

A certain drum roll inside of me
A song I know from years ago
I am not supposed to dance to it
I don't even like the beat no more
But God I am stuck
And I fantasize about his lips on mine
now it's drought time
about he would tell me
Dear I always loved you
I cannot keep to myself
all the things you make me feel
both heart and body

It's a male siren's song
It's my personal devil's call
But I light up and I fall
I'd better simply ******* to his thought
But it simply pops and stings with no content
yet he poisons my heart
Yet it is not their fault
I threaten to go dry again
But I will flood the doors open

He stirs the poetry in me
does he distill?
I got rid of him
but he is a cotton cloud, is he the Sun?
I claimed he was one

He was everything
now he is just something
and we are moving
towards something, whatever it is
budding

He says "eat me"
like a cupcake for sweet teeth
I don't really want him
I am stuck
I needed poetry
to realize my luck

You are a fantasy
but you are deadly
You are a reflection of me
but the love and the days we shared,
they were ******* real
  Oct 2019 Chelsea Rae
nivek
you carry the death of you
some of it you call 'memory'

a time when you lived
but is in fact long gone

you carry the death of you
the most of it 'forgot'

times frittered away
meaningless.
  Oct 2019 Chelsea Rae
Jack Jenkins
I would describe depression as purple
and show you the frailty of my sanity
a long hallway with a long staircase
that goes up as it goes downwards
parts of you will fall off as you climb
rattling and echoing like a ghost
passing yourself seven times over
dusty lungs barely keeping you up
do you ever wonder if it ever ends?
//on depression//
Chelsea Rae Oct 2019
I wonder if they can see the heaviness that I can feel plaguing my eyes.

The bags underneath, purple with exhaustion and pain pulling them down further and further.

Droopy lids that never close because my heart and mind can't sleep.

Endless suffering hidden behind my glass pupils hoping someone can see it in the reflection.
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