Chloe White

Dec 2017

helena alexis

being a poet in love
means writing down
every single emotion
you’ve ever felt on to paper

it means turning simple things
about a person into
deep details that only
you would notice

such as when the one you
love simply smiles at you
that could turn into
“his mouth turned upward into
a small smile upon his cheeks
making my stomach erupt
into tiny butterflies”

it means writing every single
interaction you’ve had with that
person and turning it into something
poetic and beautiful even if it’s as
simple as a smile

it means letting your heart
do the writing for you as the
emotions pour out of your mind

but it also means heartbreak
lots and lots of heartbreak
having your heartbroken
even helps poets write about
being in love

it’s hard being a poet in love
because we can never find
someone who truly wants
to be written about

wrote this for a contest enjoy

#love #writing #emotion #poetry #heartbreak #feelings #unrequited #crush #heart #poet

Chloe White Dec 2017

its always been cold air

I hate you.
I can’t not hate you.
The way I take my breath in through my lungs,
Hates you.
And yes it’s cold air.
That’s all I’ve been able to breathe in,
Since I met you.
Or dare I say,
Since you left me.
That warm September day..
But still you tell me
about that one girl
With the long blonde hair.
You know,
That one girl
You left me for
About how much better she is
You know
That one girl that makes me look in the mirror
At one o’clock in the morning
screaming,
Half expecting the mirror to answer me back like a human would,
“Why am I not good enough?”

Chloe White Dec 2017

underlying beauty

you remind me of math.
so complex, and tiring.
sometimes i just want to give up on you.
you remind me of a caterpillar.
so care-free, and strong.
you remind me of poetry.
so many things said,
yet so many things left unspoken.
but like math, caterpillars, and poetry.
you just have to open your eyes a little,
be willing to understand,
be ready to be confused for a while..
to see the beauty underneath it all.

Chloe White Dec 2017

32 degrees

the wind stills,
my heart hurts,
my head spins,
butterflies everywhere.
32 degrees is the temperature at which water freezes.
but to what extent does the heart break?

Dec 2017

Maria Villalta

Happiness

isn't it ironic that happiness is
something humans need?
We spend our life
looking for it.

The definition of happiness
is different for each of us.
For some people being happy
means love themselves.

For other people being happy
means being rich.
And for other people death
is their only happiness.

(m.v.a)

#love #suicide #happy #happiness #suicidal

Chloe White Dec 2017

*trigger warning* without a key

loneliness came without an invite.
loneliness came with a key.
loneliness came and took everything away.
my happiness being its priority.
loneliness came in waves,
and tonight i can barley stay a float.
i start to draw a picture,
with a blade, on my wrist.
loneliness decided to invite a friend to stay a while,
despair was his name.
he came suddenly,
yet i already knew he was there.
my head is pounding,
and the drum is too offbeat,
I've been so tired lately,
and not from a lack of sleep.
but from a lack of hope,
and a will to live.
loneliness came without an invite,
but then again..
doesn't it always?

Chloe White Dec 2017

catch me if you can.

my mind is racing for a home it will never reach.
my heart is pounding to a drum,
but its offbeat..
my fingers tremble
like a broken-legged person,
crumbling from all the pressure.
my body is breaking,
like fine china,
falling off a shelf..
but this time,
there is no one there to catch me.