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Your ashes
is the same weight of your hand
the warmth is replaced with coldness
Im slowly forgetting how it feels
In my own
Almost a year have past
The time passed by
By hasn't been gone
The fights
The yelling
My stubbornness
The regret
I told you I wanted to know you
I wanted more memories than I have
But I never took that second step
Or the third
Or the Fourth
I just want to feel your hand again
I know it's all over the place but I need to write it as I cry so I don't scream it
chelsey pierce Jun 2021
It was the Sunday I can never forget
The secrets that was written and lost
Was brought back in light
Sister and I was just helping grams
The wallpaper must be replaced
But it was covering a hole
One I had no idea was there
The **** hole
And my ******* curiosity
That demanding to be heard
My hand with a mind of it's own
Reach into the darkness
Full of dust and webs
Until a notebook appear in it
Notebook after notebook
Till the pile reach my hip
As a marathon began
Swapping out one with others
The sun fall behind the horizon
When I finish
I can't believe it
What I read
But more importantly
What I saw
My sister eyes once with life
Now with death
Tears of blood running down her cheeks
The smile chilled me to my bones
Now as I became a part of
the island that our family own
I can't but hope the baby
In my sister arms
Won't become like the rest of us
On this island of bones
chelsey pierce Jun 2021
My eyes close as the first note fly in the air
bright light full of color ;
a big top tent of a carnival
show in my sight
apples dipped in caramel
oxidation, the air in my lungs
the feeling that i long-lost
brought back in force
as the awkward juvenile self
consume me once again
darkness show and shape into
a mask man takes my hand in his
twirling
twirling
twirling
he leads me
but a twirl turns into sprained
down to my knees from the pain
my eyes snap open
the final note leaves the air
controversy spread to
table to table
like water flooding the room
when the name of the song is called
SASSAFRAS
but as the moments past the flood
disappear to where it came from
the night may have ended peacefully
but no one mention
the strange request from the bar
Sassafras
a deciduous North American tree with aromatic leaves and bark. The leaves are infused to make tea or ground into filé.
An extract of the leaves or bark of the sassafras, used medicinally or in perfumery.

Sassafras can cause sweating and hot flashes. High amounts can cause vomiting, high blood pressure, hallucinations, and other severe side effects. When applied to the skin: Sassafras containing safrole is LIKELY UNSAFE for use as a medicine. Don't put it on your skin.
chelsey pierce Sep 2018
As she looks at the window
Past comes rushing past her
Feeling the past tears run down her cheeks
The words of hate that are forever in her mind
The bruises she still feels them
But the colors have been gone for years  
Threats of death whisper behind her
Can't help it
Scar for life
Some have fade
Others are contrasting to her skin
And mind
But she grins through it
She can't help the past
Returning
chelsey pierce Mar 2017
Your face I can not see
Its slowly fading away
From my memory
The voice you talk with
Is now gone from my ears
But one thing you said
Never fades away
“When I’m gone don’t cry
Don’t frown
Or mourn me
When I’m gone
Laugh
Smile
Celebrate”
Your face I can not see
The voice I can’t hear
But I’m okay
Because your words
Will never fade away
chelsey pierce Mar 2017
As you walk away
I cry out to you
But yet you don’t stop
You don’t turn around to look at me
You keep walking
Why do you walk?
Cant you hear my tears falling
Tears that you cause
Please turn around
Face me
I need to see your face
As you walk away
chelsey pierce Mar 2017
When I was younger
I couldn’t say a lot
Not because I didn’t want to
It was because I was unable to
Now there was a word
No matter how hard I tried
I couldn’t say it
But then one day I went to see him
I had my cards of words with me
I was getting frustrated with the word
So, I sneak outside
I saw the word flying around
Then my name was called
He was there behind me
And the card in his hand
He pointed at the word
That now on the flower beside him
‘what is that?’
How could I say it now?
If I couldn’t before
I tried and failed
Every day he called
And ask me to say the word
Two months later
And can finally say the word
Phone in hand calling him
‘hey grandpa guess what’
butterfly
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