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Chloe Jul 2018
Nervousness within the giggles
within black and white is colour
give
take
foregin heartbreak

Insects within the fruit
within summer is the anticipation of pumpkins
east
west
unknown protest
Chloe Jul 2018
if you look after boredom it will grow free-flowing metaphor's
boredom needs to be watered with laugher
boredom cannot surive in a ordinary environment
bordom should only be given narcotic once a year, in a small dose
it flourishes in social settings
and its natural habitat is the dancefloor
  Jul 2018 Chloe
Meera
You’re not a poet because you know those ‘fancy’ words
You’re a poet because every word you write comes straight from your heart

You’re not a poet because people admire your work
You’re a poet because you write for your own contentment and not for people's consent

You’re not a poet because you feel alone
You’re a poet because pen and paper are your biggest companions

You’re not a poet because you understand emotions better
You’re a poet because you let them flow freely

You are not a poet because you’ve failed in love
You’re a poet because you’ve been in love deeper than anyone else

You’re not a poet because you are strong
You’re a poet because you don’t hide your weaknesses

You’re not a poet because you can heal hearts
You’re a poet because you know what it means to be broken
Dedicated to all the poets here. I feel happy to be a part of the community.
Chloe Jul 2018
Here is the present.

The only time that exists is the present.

The future and the past,
do not compare to the present.

To be present.

That's the present.

Present of the day.

Present in the second,
minute,
hour,
season,
sunset,
rainfall,
birth,
death.

To­ be present in every single breath.

The present isn't wrapped up in paper,
it's wrapped up in the air and faces.

The present is the only path that will take you places.
  Jul 2018 Chloe
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
Chloe Jul 2018
£
"no thankyou"
keep the change for your consumerism lifestyle
it's not really my style
Chloe Jul 2018
go to work
come home
stare at my freckles
browse through reality tv videos on youtube
day dream about a career
thinking about writing a song
a thankyou to the bus driver
chunks of time spent over thinking
cherry tomatoes or beef tomatoes
rubbing my nose
giggling with the girls at work
checking out a guy
worrying about your brother
not eating enough
creating tv adverts in my head
writing down your thoughts
questioning your mental health
craving a pizza
the urge to pick your nose
antisapaction for love island at 9 o'clock
ready for a city break
trying to be more feminine
then remembering there's various defintions of being feminine
beams of sunlight
pastel coloured sunsets
anxiety on transport
wondering the meaning of life
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