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chloe fleming Feb 2018
i don’t fear the unexpected,
i fear the unconquered
for one day my time will run out,
and it will have conquered
me
chloe fleming Feb 2018
the pointless prophets they point out to us will eventually become the demons we run from in our sleep.
all it is, is how you see.
chloe fleming Feb 2018
i want life to grow from these very bones,
instead of death taking its final toll.
i dream of life, enveloping me, showing me the rivers that flow, seas that crash, and creeks that trickle downward.
death itself is the thought that life is too weak to handle, but i have seen death
and i have seen life.
i’ve wished and prayed that life could bury death,
give up its ceaseless game and go to sleep,
maybe then children could play outside without fear of another drive by,
i could take a rest, without fear of ending it.
but death is the inevitable part of life
but could we stop focusing on it?
our time is short, our time is now.
look life in its eyes before they close on you.
dance in sunlight, drape yourself warmth.
scream hallelujah every morning you wake up,
healthy and alive.
grow saplings in your collarbones, love in your heart, music in your feet, and knowledge in your head.
life is the essence of existence and death is just a familiar friend
chloe fleming Feb 2018
How ignorant are humans to forgive a lifetime of indiscretion for 12 dollar roses and 5 dollar chocolates?
We demand adoration in the face of the world for 24 solid hours while the rest of the year we accept the misery our concept of love has brought.
Are we so blinded by sweet nothings to realize they are just nothings,
that 12 dollar roses and 5 dollar chocolates do not compare to the screaming match you had last week when you found out he lied.
If we accept so solemnly that our love will not always be happy,
are we closing ourselves off to the possibility that maybe our love doesn't have to be so empty?
Nothing is more empty than 12 dollar roses and 5 dollar chocolates because intensity and passion is not sparked from a single day.
It is grown over time, throughout the days.
chloe fleming Feb 2018
There are colors in my Mind,
But They cannot see a rainbow
Through the Darkness
Until They pass through the Clouds.

You cannot pass through the Clouds,
Until you're willing to seek out the Darkness.
Too often, They find misery
Before They find Light.

Rise to My Challenge.
Please
chloe fleming Feb 2018
Though I am bore from the tree trunks of this Earth,
I am not steadiness you had hoped.
There is wind in my spirit,
Breaking branches, limb by limb.
And when facing flame,
I, too, will burn at the hand others have placed.
chloe fleming Feb 2018
I am sweet for him,
Not for the way his eyes shine when looking into mine,
But for the way he humbles me,
Bringing heaven down to a war-torn Earth.
His ceaseless caring shows me there is more than beauty between us,
There is kindness, and a passion few will ever encounter.
He is the hope that restores faith, and the faith that makes you believe
That there is compassion left in this universe,
And though his heart burns with the inevitable fire,
That brings weak men to their knees-
He beckons me to become,
Sweet.
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