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Chloe Cresse Mar 2014
She suffers from mental flurries inside her head
Questions and worry keep her awake in bed
Looks that paralyze, statements that can make you numb
People don't realize the habits she can overcome
Wishing for an end of this unreasonable pain
Causing tears that fall like rain
Tears like crystals, concealing the hurt she suffers
Standing for herself relating to no other
Obsessions that **** her slowly with nothing to hide
With everything lost, her hope never died
Shes stands with a strong will and courage to shed
Nothing can stop her, not even the questions and worry inside her head
this poem is about a friend who suffers from OCD
Chloe Cresse Feb 2014
Overturned futures, using dark rooms as comfort
Flooding tears and always thinking of others
Letting people put their doubts, troubles, and fears in my weak hands
Allowing me to make their changes for their sake of living
Making me change their future
I heal their relationships with words held back
Only to watch them fall apart with one little action
I build up these mansions of friendship and trust
Only to let them be destroyed with one wrong look
I pray and wait for the day that my so called best friends realize the impact they are making on my life
They make me smile and laugh everyday with their grateful presence
But at home with these little snaps and messages lead me to tears
and making my family angry
I know they do none of these on purpose because they care about my well being
and they know I do this for them because I care about them too
I love being able to change their thoughts about life and make them happy
But I am tired of being the only one who tries
Some times I feel like I am surrounded by people who feast off of attention
They all have their way of making others come my way
One who is full of opinions and thoughts always tends to be outspoken and damages some one else
One who is full of need. She too feasts off the attention and needs eyes on her at all times.
One who wears a tough persona but also puts her feelings as clothing.
One who is tired. One who is weak. One who is trying to fix the world. One who is doing one of the sort. One who is completely messed up. One who needs as much helps as she gives.
I rant and fill your heads with opinions, but in complete honesty.
**I am the only one who is making my life a living hell.
Chloe Cresse Feb 2014
Visions of blurs, these moments happened fast
But everything is remembered, everything was made to last
Blood covered your scarred and helpful hands
I wish I could help you, but I can barely stand
When your loving arms wrapped around me that night your comfort sank into my skin
Just like my tears in your shoulder, we both knew we weren't going to win

With every fading tear came every everlasting memory
When she had too many and couldn't remember me
No lock in the house could hold back your comfort to me
You were always there with every shaky sentence I breathed
You always had that look in your eyes that no one else could replace
It was the look of understanding. I could always see it all over your face
You carried me to bed whenever I stood no chance
You could tell every emotion inside of me with just one glance
But it seems now that when you are the one red eyed and dripping tears
I had no words to say even after all these years
All I could manage to do was hug you just like you use to do me
Maybe you would feel comforted just like I use to be
You were always there whenever I felt I couldn't go on
You were always there to sing my favorite song
You were always there to hold my hand in situations with no light
You were always there to whisper good news to me during those terrible nights
You are the reason I am strong
But what am I going to do when you are gone?

I love you more than there are ripples in the sea
and without you, I wouldn't be me
You dried my tears, hugged all the sadness out of me, and cried with me just because you could
If I could choose you to be my big brother again, I would
Chloe Cresse Feb 2014
I love you more than the stars love the moon, forever and always
I love you more than there are seconds in a day
I love to to the moon and back a million times
When I'm with you, my time sure flies
I love you more than the moon and the sun
But my dear, my love to express will never be enough

You say you love me more than the moon and the stars
But my dear, you have pushed it way to far
I love you across the oceans and beyond the seas
But friends is all we will ever be

Forget is not in my dictionary of love
When I see you I go beyond and above
I forgive you for not understanding my hearts deepest desire
But I am losing hope and my hearts tired
For if you do not see now than how will you ever learn?
I love you more than a mother loves her new born

You are confused just stop, just go
Loving me is stupid and usually unknown
Forget the memories, get over the past
We tried this once and the feelings didn't last
But if I once dared to try to see from your point of view
Maybe then I'll understand the nonsense, maybe then I'll understand you
I feel happy and warm and loved when in your lovely presence
I want to accept but the thought is dangerous
But I must forget the memories, get over the past
For people change and old feelings last

Right when I was on the verge of letting it go
I asked you for the last time, my dear, and the answer was anything but no
You responded in the most lovely way
and on the most perfect rainy day
I love you more than the stars love the moon, always and forever
I will follow you where ever
I don't know how to say this without expressing it enough, and finally you said, I love you.
Without any doubt I whispered, I love you too
This poem is a conversation of two people. A boy who is madly in love with a girl (starts the poem off with the first stanza) and a girl who doesn't accept love until the end. The two take turns in the stanzas (stanza one- boy stanza two- girl stanza three- boy etc.).
Chloe Cresse Jan 2014
For centuries now and centuries beyond
We have been told stories of the holy one
The Lord our Savior Jesus Christ!
To the name, all Christians rise.
But have you heard this story?

Christians of this generation
Shun the homosexuals with no hesitation
Speak of their sin and their journey to Hell
But do not judge until you have brought water out of their well
What do you believe you are bringing?
Joy and pride to the King?
You are pleasing the great one, but killing some
You find them foolish, you find their choices dumb
But this is not a choice, this is a reason
They are not harming you or committing treason
You are not them, neither do you own
So if you have never sinned, please throw your stone

Sadly, today we Christians believe
That scaring you into Christian hood is the only way to receive
Some may disagree and some may disapprove
But this is where I stand and I will not move
No one deserves to be shunned or given a title
Just because they do not believe every word out of the bible
Stop scaring people into religion
So that they may want a new beginning
You call yourself a Christian
But all you do is make people feel distant
I am Christian and I walk with God
But you are doing things wrong
Calling things gay
Isn't and never will be okay
It is rude and widely offensive
You have no right to
That includes giving people titles for what you believe to be true
It is awfully immature and beyond rude too
So lets be the Christians God wanted us to be
The ones who love his people no matter the Race, Gender, or Sexuality.
Chloe Cresse Jan 2014
Red water, thick fluid
It's all the same
The blood running through us
No matter the life. No matter the name.
We all reek of selfishness
with the aroma of sin
We find hatred as pure bliss
Allowing demons to sink in
Letting them take over our intellect
Poisoning our flowers which sprout out of our veins
Our harmony is wrecked
The collectors of our guilt keep them locked in chains
We meditate on the thought of letting go
We raise our wings towards the sun
The sunflowers in your palms begin to grow
Once again we are one
Breaking through the barriers of doubt
We assassinate the demons we own
Our body will no longer fear droughts
We sing along to the melody the wind blown
The drums beat to our valuable souls
We nod our head and grin an incredible grin
Running free and wild with the foals
With a deep breath we feel the sun against our skin
We have escaped
This is our only chance
Without hesitation when the sky is draped
We lift our hands in perfect harmony and begin the sundance.
Chloe Cresse Jan 2014
Tired.
Tired of the useless attention that seems to be received
Tired of being mourned. Tired of being grieved
Shouts of NO! and shaking heads
The thought I study inside my bed
No morning, no noon
Trust me. You can have some soon
My insides growl begging for more
But the fear of being noticed lurked my direction so I ignore and stare at the floor
At the break of dawn I awake to prepare
Unmasking my rib cage, I look in the mirror and stare
Bones defined by a thin layer of skin
Tired of being self conscious. Tired of ******* in.
Guilt I own collapses in my heart
Wanting to disappear. Wishing to fall apart.
"You starve yourself you know you do"
They shower me in comments over the things I know to be true
So here I am admitting my fears
After all, isn't that what everyone wanted to hear?
On the inside I accepted it, on the outside I ignore
Trained in the art of being a coward, I drag my lack of courage on the floor
I've always have had the fear of eating in front of the human race
Frightened of the judgement and looks I might face
The usual hunger pains begin right on time
I want to change, I want to conquer that climb
Head of fear. Body of depression. My stomach slowly moans.
I'm tired of bare bones.
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