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Chelsea Rae Mar 2021
As I heard the screeching stop of the garbage truck,

In that moment,

I wished with everything in me
That they could take out
All the trash that's been piling up
Within me for too long.

The smell of the rot
Is becoming unbearable.
Chelsea Rae Mar 2021
For some reason I keep thinking
That love is getting swept up
By a tornado,

But really I should be grateful
For the soft, light breezes
That delicately float between
The tiny hairs on my cheek.

The way it silently bends
In gently moving peace,
And dips down ever softly for a kiss,
Before it slowly leaves.
Chelsea Rae Feb 2021
Take my heart like a tea bag

And steep it in Apathy.

Drink up the dull emotions

Of the day.

The indifference to it all

Warming your belly.

And that's all that you'll feel for a while before returning to
the empty inside;

Just like your dry barren tea cup.
Apathy
  Feb 2021 Chelsea Rae
Commuter Poet
When you are in the dark
It is easy to forget
What it was like
When you were in the light
4th Feb 2021
Chelsea Rae Jan 2021
Why do I keep going back and forth?
Waves that come and go to your shore.

Sometimes crashing and reaching further than before,
Sometimes barely kissing the edge of the sand.

Is it the push and pull of the mysterious moon?
Influencing me to rescind and other times
Throwing me forward?

Is it because I am scared to be tamed?
An ocean so deep it can't even comprehend all that it contains..

Maybe land makes me feel safe,
even if it is so foreign to an element like me.

All I want is to feel the soak,
When I am deep in between the pores of your being,
Deep underground and beneath the surface of you.

Requiring complete surrender
but it is so hard to learn
for the thrashing sea that is me...
Maybe I'll get there one day.
Chelsea Rae Jan 2021
When I grew up
I realized that none of us have a clue on
How to navigate these
Unknown waters.

When I grew up,

I looked around and saw
That everyone is still learning how to get their land legs
When we've finally run ashore.

When I grew up,
I started listening
And I noticed
Everyone has their own kraken stories;
Of monsters they have not
Yet laid to rest.

We're all just swashbucklers
And thieves
Still trying to learn to
Navigate the seas.
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