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Chloe London Jan 2013
I'm caught, trapped.
In a world of trouble and temptation,
In a world of hatred and misery.

I'm alone, living this little thing we call life,
It's hard sometimes,
But you just have to get on with it,
And overcome your obstacles,
Whether they are just difficult,
Or what feels like the hardest things in the world,

I've had my little bumps in the road,yes
Yes I've been tempted and did all the wrong things,
That had me led me into the dark patches of life,

Like a demon,
Like me having the devil whispering in my ear,
Telling me how to lead a perfectly risk filled life,
Step by step,
Leading me to a hallway of suffering,
Leading me to the doorstep...
Welcome to the House of Hell.
Chloe London Jan 2013
You loved me,
But now,
What's left of that love?
Chloe London Nov 2014
I can't even begin to explain this feeling that I have,
It's too strong.
Is strong even the word, who knows?
Maybe there needs to be a new word,
A word that will finally describe exactly what I feel for you.
But for now this will have to do.

It's like I'm constantly wrapped up,
Not in a way that I'm smothered and choking,
But in a way that I feel safe, warm and protected.

Your arms act like a barrier when you throw them around me, and they rest on my hips, It gives me a feeling of security, like I never need to worry about a thing when you're around.

It's like we're chained together at sea, and as soon as the waves crash against us and drag you down, I go right down with you.
We're one and if you're down or sad, I feel a deep ache inside of me too.
You need to carry on sailing with me.

It's as though this was always meant to be,
Me, you, and the underestimated power of love.
We are forever entwined together by this... This feeling. I still can't describe it.

Love is a very complicated concept at our life stage, but as we grow older, there are more signs that'll be shown which will open up our eyes to it's true meaning.

There is no such thing as this longing ache for a feeling of love and contentment anymore,
I've found it,
I've found it with you,
It's a different kind of ache,
I feel it every night,
I long for you to lay by my side.
But you will one day,
With your lips pressed against my forehead,
And my tired arms draped across your chest.

I will one day look up at you,
And whisper these very important words; My lover, my best friend, my soul mate,
My heart belongs to you,
I love you,
Truly, madly, deeply
."
Chloe London Mar 2013
I knew this day would come, the day when you question how I actually feel about you, and I've had this poem prepared for a long time, due to all of our little bumps in the road. I think it's time they let us sit back, relax and enjoy the ride! I think that together we are such a good, strong couple. My feelings towards you are really starting to become prominent and they're getting stronger everyday. Everything we have been through that has either hurt us or ripped us apart has finally came to an end and now we can relax and I can build used stronger incase there is going to be any more of them. Whenever i'm with you I get a really weird knotting feeling in my stomach and it makes me want to literally dive on you:') whenever we kiss everything that's bad in my life literally disappears and the feelings I get from your embracement overpower me and fill me up with emotion. Whenever you wrap your arms around me I clasp onto you and hold on really tight, because I can't bare to lose you and I close my eyes really tightly and think of all the things I can help you/us avoid so that won't happen. Now this may get a little deep...

See, through everything that has happened I have realised that you do actually care but you don't want to show it, you're afraid that if you show it you are admitting that you're scared too and you have to be the one that seems strong for me do that I don't hit rock bottom. I've realised that I've definitely fallen for you, And it's the most scariest thing in the world, because I'm afraid of the things I would do for you. I'm very daring and if I'm passionate about something or someone I will do absolutely anything...
I would literally risk my life for you, I would do anything to make you happy, I would rather me have your pain and I would rather suffer than watch you suffer. I would take away all of the pain you will ever feel and bring it all to me, just so you have live happily. If we ever broke up I would still feel really passionately for you, and I will stay protect you and love you until the very end. I love you, and I actually mean that. I actually love you. You're my hero :) <3
Chloe London Dec 2013
Stepping stones;*
That's what these different stages of my life are,
It's been almost 7 months and finally my feelings for *that other guy
have drifted away.
He was nothing special.
He never cared.

And now,
I guess it is my time...
And,
Well,
I've met someone.

He's amazing...

He's... special,

He stands out to me like no one else
And he makes me feel whole.

He's not like everyone else,
He gives me a feeling of safety,
Of... protection.
His height towering over me like my guardian.
He is my protector.

When he laughs,
The echo of happiness surrounds me,
It embraces me.
It covers me like a duvet,
It makes me feel warm and at peace.

His voice is purely music to my ears.
The delicate sound of it lingers around my ear drums like a scent.
It clings to my heart and creates a remarkably unsteady heart beat.

When I'm with him I feel nothing but nerves and excitement.
When I get time to think I long for just one night with him.
Just one night to be with him and relax.

I long for the calm and lifeless nights, where the window is open and the air is still,
The only noise that we can hear would be the sound of my heart racing against yours. I can feel you breathe gently into my hair as you kiss my head and hold me tighter.

No one will ever know the way I truly feel about you,
You amaze me everyday with the things that you do.
You mesmerise me and I crave the same love from you that I'm desperate to give out.

Just give me one chance,
One chance.
You'll never find anyone that cares as much as I do.
*This love is unconditional.
Chloe London May 2014
Wow.
You know the fear in losing your own mind is far from gradual at pace, when the outernet deems to be far more displeasing each time you look out of the window. Yes, it's spring and yes the sun is shining, but staying in bed feels like the undoubtably right choice, when in reality, the gliding of the butterflies that you witness will one day become just a faint memory, cause let's face it, we all die a little inside when winter comes...
But for the butterflies, it's a little more personal.
Chloe London Dec 2012
I love you.
Body,
Mind,
Heart,
And soul.
Simple:)
Chloe London Apr 2015
But this is me, and I'm sat thinking on my balcony of how when I make a typo and it replaces it with a different word, that maybe that word is meant to be replaced and I'm meant to live my life the complete opposite way, like it needs to be replaced with the opposite.
I'm sat with trees facing this wooden chair, each branch swaying at a different time in the delicate winds of Turkey, Kemer, and how each branch sways for a reason, not because of the wind -
Maybe the wind is a voice, and it orders each branch to sway at a certain time, whispering in their ear and ordering them to do so.
It's strange isn't it? The way the mind works, the way that mine does at least.
I believe that nothing of nature happens because of nature, just the the swaying of a tree branch doesn't sway because of the wind.
I believe in spirits and what not, I believe that they are in everyone, everything.
I believe that we are a Sim of a spirit that some may call God, a product of him and his doings or "creations".
I believe that some how, a spirit is in each individual living thing, whether it be a human, animal or plant.
I believe that when something moves, it is a sign, when a stranger smiles, it is a sign, when the wind turns the page of a book it is is sign - it is a sign the the spirit of the wind is telling us that we need to turn to the next page in our lives, to live and breathe the next chapter, to appreciate and love what we are next to discover.
Call me crazy, but I believe that right now I am narrating my life, my mind, leaving out no detail to add to the over working imagination, the fast pacing thoughts that strike the mind and the feelings that touch the soul.
I believe that the life I am living has already been out lived and has expired, leaving me to only think that I have lived and loved and experienced such a life that I have already once lived.
Afterlife? I think not.
I believe that the after life is only true in a sense that we get multiple chances to narrate our lives, just like Chinese whispers, each time it changes slightly, therefor giving the illusion of a new life and explaining all happenings of de ja vu.
We are made up of atoms, many many items which makes us, us. But we all share from the same atom pool, therefor we are all a part of eachother, and when one says that they don't understand another... They do, but they are not using the power inside that they have to dig deeper and realise.
We all share from the same atom pool, therefor we all have a part of people like Anne Frank and Martin Luther King inside us.
What we all have in common?
A hope for freedom
A right to fight for it.
That's what we need, just freedom, some living, breathing spirit to allow us live our lives the way we wish.
But we are held, we are held by society and their opinions.
There's a man with black skin and his hood up, is he a ****?
Maybe.
But that's the problem, just because someone may or not fit a certain stereotype, doesn't mean we have the right to force it upon them.
If we have the freedom to belittle and stereotype, then they have the freedom to do as they please and prove us right or wrong within our accusations.
Call me crazy, but I believe in life itself, and there is more to a tree branch swaying in the wind.
This may be a little all over the place. I wrote it last year while on holiday.
Chloe London Mar 2013
I remember those times
Lying on my bed
Curled up in a ball
Secretely wishing I'd never been born.

I remember those times
Sitting in my room
My life was filled with nothing but darkness
Utter darkness and gloom

Yet, I also remember those times,
When I was happy,
When I actually smiled... :)
When I met him,
When he wiped the tears that dribbled onto my chin and he hugged me from behind

I remember those times,
When my heart had never beaten so fast,
When all I could think about was him
When all I seen was his face in my dreams
Wrapped up in his embrace... *Or so it seemed...
Chloe London Feb 2015
It's like we're all holding a piece of something that's broken,
and my piece is just too heavy for me,
soon enough it's just going to crush me.
I wish someone would save me...
Chloe London Dec 2012
It was like a force,
Something telling me to pull open that drawer,
Telling me that thing inside it,
Was something I needed.
A craving.

A sudden shoot of adrenalin darted through my body,
"I want this", I whispered.
A needle was pulled out of the drawer...
Then it stood,hovering over my weak arm,
"Come on,you can do this.", I reassured myself.

It plummeted into my forearm,
I could feel it travelling deeper and deeper,
Sure it hurt, but I deserved it.
The pain circled my arm causing me to feel drowsy,

I pulled it out...

The tonic of the vampires' liquid climbed its way out of my flesh,
The coppery smell of it drifted under my nose,
Causing me to roll my eyes back,
I laid there lifeless,
Thinking of all the senses it stimulated
It tasted like salt,
Like a bitter sweet candy land in my mouth.

**I was an addict to my own blood.
Chloe London Mar 2013
I love the way you tell me that I’m beautiful, 
and the way you make me laugh like no one else. 
I love the way you move the hair away
from my eyes, and then kiss me on my head. 
I love the way  you hold me
and slowly place arms around my waist as we watch movies together and feel each and every heart beat.
I love the way you'd sing to me at random moments, 
and look at me and smile. 
I love the way you leave the smell of your scent on my clothes after we hug. 
I love the way you would send me a picture of a funny face..
along with an " I love you' message shortly afterwards.
I love the way you speak your mind and tell me about your opinions. 
I love the way you're not afraid to speak out and show your feelings. 
I love the way you text me in the middle of the day just to ask how I am
and say how much you love me. 
I love the way you talk to your friends, look back and smile at me when you do. 
I love the way your words seem to whisper into my head,
the way your voice sounds so close to me. 
it feels like I’m dreaming. 
I love the way you do all of these and the fact that you're not ashamed to do it. 
I love the way you treat me, 
and I'm glad to be yours...
Not one of my best poems, but they're just feelings and thoughts in a write up after all :)
Chloe London Feb 2013
Your eyes,
Your lips,
Your touch,
I want it all,
I want you.

Your stare,
Your smile,
Your hugs,
Everything.

Your kiss,
Your scent
Your voice,
Stop teasing me,

I want you,
I want it all,
Your hair,
Your skin...
*Your heart.

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