Chelsea Rae

Chelsea Rae Apr 2020

Oh, the joy it brings

To witness and to write

Of all of life's

Beautiful things.

Chelsea Rae Apr 2020

I think I have come to the realization
That poetry is my soul.

It is the song my soul sings,
It is the air I breathe,
Depth, the only language I speak.

I only lose my writing
When I've lost myself.

Chelsea Rae Apr 2020

Seeding Love

And her heart blew with a flurry of passion.

Carrying the dandelion seeds
All across the globe
To plant loving wishes
In strangers hearts.

Chelsea Rae Apr 2020

Opposites Attract

Sometimes I wonder
Is it more beautiful
For two opposing forces
To clash together
And make something new
Or would it be better
To fill in your cracks
With your other
Missing half?

Chelsea Rae Mar 2020

Fear Kills Slowly

Is there a line that we all draw ourselves somewhere in the sands of time?
Marking the point in your life where, 'just beyond this, is crazy'?

Do you play with yours too?
Balancing, tip-toeing, peeking, backing up and
Running to the edge right before you
Catch yourself on the tip of your toe, to turn around and keep looking down.

The big jump.

Do we all wonder and ask ourselves?

What if?

What if I just did it?
What if I just did the THING?

The scarier thing for me is being stuck, sandwiched on the tightrope between just ******* jumping and never jumping at all.

Always wondering.
Always daydreaming.

Living,
Breathing,
Walking
Regret.

I will be so forever consumed by fear that I will have no stronger enemy in the end other than myself.

#fear #kills

Chelsea Rae Mar 2020

Nothingness

Most days I'm so antsy that I feel like I could jump out of my skin.
A mind that never stops searching
For what is it,
That's within?
I just want my mind to stop
Asking things that have no certainty. Things outside of useless theory.
My skin crawls and itches.
This body feels fake.
As if I could sink my fingers into my cheeks.
Puncture skin and feel my skull underneath.
Rip that ****
Right off my face.
Dig my nails in and hope to God
My soul escapes.

A fleshy prison.
A slavery state.
A slippery *****.
A dire fate.

They says life's a game
But I don't wanna play.
Most of the time I wonder
Why was I ever born this way?

Torturous existence.

Chelsea Rae Mar 2020

Daydreaming Drugs

Your ideas of grandeur
Don't do you any favors
And if anything they only hinder.

Reality poking holes
In the big picture
You imagined;
Making it only
Half as great as you thought.

Sometimes I wish I could fight
The escapist in me.

The part of me
living off of daydreams.
Shooting the stars into my veins
Like straight ******.

Creating bigger and bigger ideas
Because the starry night makes us feel like the world is so big and expansive that maybe someone like you could be destined to change it all.

My, my...
How wrong you are.

You're such a small insignificant speck that the universe would swallow you whole and not even think twice about it.

But you keep dreamin'..
Because we both know you'd never survive without that at least.

#olddrafts

#daydreamer