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A short direction
To avoid dejection,
By variations
In occupations,
And prolongation
Of relaxation,
And combinations
Of recreations,
And disputation
On the state of the nation
In adaptation
To your station,
By invitations
To friends and relations,
By evitation
Of amputation,
By permutation
In conversation,
And deep reflection
You'll avoid dejection.

Learn well your grammar,
And never stammer,
Write well and neatly,
And sing most sweetly,
Be enterprising,
Love early rising,
Go walk of six miles,
Have ready quick smiles,
With lightsome laughter,
Soft flowing after.
Drink tea, not coffee;
Never eat toffy.
Eat bread with butter.
Once more, don't stutter.

Don't waste your money,
Abstain from honey.
Shut doors behind you,
(Don't slam them, mind you.)
Drink beer, not porter.
Don't enter the water
Till to swim you are able.
Sit close to the table.
Take care of a candle.
Shut a door by the handle,
Don't push with your shoulder
Until you are older.
Lose not a button.
Refuse cold mutton.
Starve your canaries.
Believe in fairies.
If you are able,
Don't have a stable
With any mangers.
Be rude to strangers.

Moral: Behave.
Yes,
I said yes.
I'm a hopeless romantic.
And yes,
I am a contradiction to myself. I mean it.
I mean I just want to be great. Fathom why I'm not great.
I want to explore & have an impact on someone's life.
I want someone to tell me that they want to be just like me as much as I would like to be just like you.
I want to touch someone's heart like you have touched mines.
I want you to understand why I'm so emotional at times.
I want you to realize that my love for you is like no other .
I want you to look at me and be amazed .
I want you to look at me & know why you love me.
I'm just a hopeless romantic.
 May 2015 Chelsea Patton
Love
Me.
 May 2015 Chelsea Patton
Love
Me.
I promise myself,
that one day,
                            I'll get over you

That after that day,
                           You won't haunt me.

That after that day,
                            I'll be free.

The cage I locked myself in,
It'll be open

The best part is,
I won't lock myself in there again.
Let us watch your demise.
One thousand or two thousand syllables to flush from my heart.
The images may also vanish.
Oh
this isn't that new of a thing.
A story to tell.
Be still please.

I am removing your troubles.
Become more still.

I am injecting pleasantries.
Moving from my core.
Into your pores.
A river of warm oil.
And try very hard now to see yourself in these words.
Or the cliches inbetween.

Deep down you pray to a lord.
Falling prey to girls and boys and infant's stillness.

We've all said.

Women grow from your heart and ghosts form in their shadows.

The heat in the wood.
The nourishing crumbs.

A transition.

A stolen set of locks.
Binding the kingdom to Heaven.

It could be so still.

We are a few characters short.

Speaking, telling no stories.
Tragedy
I am the ghost
-of chemicals-
in the air that
slow and
turn to rust

While the droplets
in the air rush to
turn to dust
 May 2015 Chelsea Patton
A Watoot
I have trusted love so much
That it broke me to pieces twice.

I was left in the dark-
bruised and bleeding.
My face was wet with sweat and tears;
And my mouth tasted blood from frequent blows.
I was covered in scars.
I couldn't even tell anyone.
I almost gave love up.

Then, hate and coldness started to consume my entire being.

But love heals all sorts of wounds; and wounds do heal in time.
Do see beauty in love.
Another conversation
with nothing to gain,
no party listening
to the breath leaving
the others lips.

Another battle -
lost,
through the art
of talking.
Words formulated
to fall upon deaf ears.

Language could be
the patron saint of the lost.
Causes lost,
and the death of love,
all because one
seemed greater than two.
 May 2015 Chelsea Patton
Madeysin
Never confuse being friendly with flirting, words often mean nothing. Other then a simple phrase to end the conversation. Do not get wound up in emotions. Periods, commas and exclamation points exaggerated. Baby, you're just another empty paragraph to keep him busy...
I do something wrong you make a threat, you never follow through. There's a promise, when does it happen? I don't know because you never follow through. You say these words, you don't know what you mean, you're breaking my heart, on that you follow through. I've got mixed emotions, and no one to understand. they nod their heads but they don't really get it. I have to live this misery all by myself, no one to get me, no one to help. One day I'll be above and beyond, you'll say I told you so, but in reality you made it worse.

Now I've overcame my worst fears. No one can hurt me now, no more tears.
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