chloffee

chloffee Nov 2013

effects

it's raining black tiles, pieces of the souls of those who chose to walk in the dark.
if you pick up a piece, you will see your undoing staring back at you in the face.
you are instantly hit with the remembrances of all those you have tormented.
falling to your knees, you can't help but cry out.
your intestines are twisting in on themselves, showing you all the corners of Memory Lane you chose to forget.
you kneel, unable to escape, because when you close your eyes the vision becomes clearer.
you are up to your stomach in black tile and the cuts on your head and arms are bleeding profusely, the blood lining your body in a language only you understand; its blinding you- filling your eyes, and choking you- filling your nose.
you're drowning in your own ******* blood
until you finally manage to get the courage to scream out how sorry you are.
how you wish you had done things differently.
how you will act differently in the future.

your alarm clock goes off.

choose wisely
how
to
live

chloffee Nov 2013

live

do you recall as a child
leaping from sofa to chair
because if you "fell in the lava"
you would melt?
darling
your fear must be rekindled
for your morbidity is beginning
to shave off the outer layer
of my nerves;
underneath is strictly lava
the same you were running away from
as a child
it will burn with all the fear
you felt then as well,
something the floor below
your furniture
would never do.
that flaming sensation will only
increase until all the fire
of feeling alive
consumes you.
do not wish upon yourself
something that will only
freeze pain.
not overcome it.

chloffee Oct 2013

Untitled

I want to
p  u  n  c  t  u  r  e
my

LOVE
onto your heart
((in braille))
so that your
       V
            e
                                       I
                            n
                                                 S

can
sssllliiiddddee
O/V/E/R

them
and

rEAD
while

                delivering

the
mEsSaGe
to the
,,rest of your body,,,

The
!intensity! of
what
         I
             feel

(t)(o)(w)(a)(r)(d)(s)

Y     O        U

c\o/r\r/e\l/a\t/e\s/

((with) HOW

QU IC KL Y
Y    O       Ur
                                                                                               b/l/o/o/d

is

m         o v          i         n                                                           g

chloffee Oct 2013

two faced

tilt your head to side
wear a mask of ignorance
when they ask
why you don't understand
hold your tongue
keep your secrecy as a weapon
a sword to surprise
always sharpened

the last face they make will be of shock

"I thought you didn't know."

you always knew.

chloffee Sep 2013

rise from the ashes in haikus

a pill an hour takes
away the power of the
pain , it's come again

she waits for relief
as it rushes through her veins
but is temporary

vision blurred by
tear ducts begging to burst out
bathe in the release

yearning for answers
looking for a permanent
solution that eases

she finds her soulmate
in the pen and paper and
words; each means success

be comfortable
in your sorrows and burdens
understand then act

do it all for you
draw from positivity
take comfort in love

chloffee Sep 2013

colour outside the lines

We all claim to be different but we're all just the same/
In a culture where people are simple and vain.

We lose our minds for momentary pleasure/
Only to be hit again in greater measure.

Craving attention and lusting for love/
You won't reach the top if you can't step above.

Changing to fit in, we're the cookie cutter mold/
My dears, my darlings, it's getting so old.

Monotonously we make our decisions/
Without thinking or feeling, and making incisions.

The world and it's people would be much more alive/
If we stayed true to ourselves and just took the dive.

chloffee Sep 2013

versus

I am the silence that falls upon a room when I know I'm unwanted

You are the silence that falls upon a rom after someone yells, "SNOW"
And everyone rushes to the window.

I am the awkward conversations and uncomfortable laughs about jokes that
Weren't really that funny..

You are the words that flow onto the paper of a poet
Who has just discovered that the girl he met in a coffee shop
Is the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with.