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Jun 2019 · 780
Let’s Go Outside
Chloe W Jun 2019
There’s a feeling, almost a sound,
a vibration,
that surrounded you.

It’s the pitter patter of summer rain.
It’s the cool water of a creek dancing over rocks.
It’s the evening sunlight before a humid night.

I need the exhalation of a deep breath.
I need to sit down with the earth just below me.
I need to be outside.
Jan 2019 · 379
Lullaby
Chloe W Jan 2019
I sing to you this lullaby
I sing to you this love of mine

Rocking you so sweetly
Holding you so gently

Caressing your head in my hands
As you and the sandman dance

Kiss your head goodnight
Close the doors, they'll be no fright

I sing to you this lullaby
I sing to you this love of mine
Nov 2018 · 264
Excitement and Ease
Chloe W Nov 2018
I want to climb mountains with you,
ride roller coasters,
travel across the world,
and swim in the ocean.

But I think what excites me the most
are the mundane things
like riding the subway,
standing in line,
and even sitting on rocks.

Even in silence,
your presence brings
comfort and ease
and always a bit of excitement.
Oct 2018 · 227
A Sight
Chloe W Oct 2018
Wouldn't it be wonderful,
to take a trip back in time,
not to see how the people lived,
but to see beauty that has now faded.

I wish to see the stars,
like millions of windows
allowing a glimpse at heaven,
without the drapery of artificial light.

Forests bountiful and
streams clear as crystal,
wouldn't in be
such a sight to see
Oct 2018 · 282
Honey
Chloe W Oct 2018
She was honey,
she moved slowly towards me,
filling me with anticipation,
awaiting for her gentle touch.

Her sweet smell, intoxicating.
A product of feminine natural beauty
I long for a taste of her euphoric nectar.
Oct 2018 · 305
"I Love You"
Chloe W Oct 2018
The purest thing
is the words,
"I love you",
punctuated without expectation.
Oct 2018 · 269
The Rain
Chloe W Oct 2018
I love to stand in the rain,
let it pour.
I would welcome a tropical storm.

I love to stand in the rain,
because each drop that falls
gently onto my bare skin
takes away just a little bit of pain.

I love to stand in the rain,
when I was little I hoped that
if I stood in this shower long enough
I might melt and be washed away.

I love to stand in the rain,
because it is the closest thing
to being touched by God.
Oct 2018 · 265
Untitled
Chloe W Oct 2018
If I tore away my skin,
hollowed out my bones,
would that be enough
to be like the dust?

If I unraveled each nerve,
emptied my blood,
could I then
float away with the wind?

If I stood under this downpour
would the rain fill my lungs,
soak my brain,
enough to washed away?
Oct 2018 · 320
A Song
Chloe W Oct 2018
She breathes with music,
each pull of the bow,
drawing in.

Her heart beats,
as a slow melody,
a lively percussion.

Her body an orchestra,
variations of beauty,
made to form one masterpiece.
Oct 2018 · 178
Regret, Long, Deny, Learn
Chloe W Oct 2018
I regret all the times I tore up a page,
tossed it away thinking that the words didn’t matter.

I long for the lost words,
ones only seen now by the waste paper bin.

I denied myself emotion,
afraid to feel anything because for so long feeling meant pain.

I learned to love words again,
that pain isn't poetry, poetry is beauty.
Sep 2018 · 4.6k
For the Future
Chloe W Sep 2018
When I think of the future,
I cannot grasp the thought of a career.
But, I think of a kitchen with wood panels, windows, and a few too many plants.
Of sitting in the rain, watching the sky turn dark.
I think of a symphony in the trees.

I think of saying I love you.
Of all the different ways I could say, I love you.
I think of taking your fist in mine and kissing it, because they say its the size of your heart.
Of a gentle touch with an attempt to take your pain away.
I'll repeat it a million times until I lose my breath, I love you.
Sep 2018 · 360
Mother
Chloe W Sep 2018
Why,
Mother
have you let go?
Unfurled you fingertips
from a life;
one, I never knew.

Your lack of life,
swallow,
sleep,
repeat.

Drowning in a sea
of white capsules
and little orange bottles.

I thought of drowning myself too.
Sep 2018 · 318
Inhale, Exhale
Chloe W Sep 2018
Take a deep breath,
It’s all you need.

I am afraid
to inhale a sin, a disease.

I am afraid
to exhale a piece of me.

The dust comes in and fills the empty space.

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