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559 · Jun 2013
Untitled
chels Jun 2013
you make me want to write about
butterfly wings
but not just the ones we've found on the grounds on the rocks beneath our feet
you make me want to sing off key because
i can't sing on key
and i don't think you really mind
553 · May 2013
Distilled.
chels May 2013
I’m afraid to touch things because of the stale smoke I will leave.
I want to warn people, and say don’t touch me, because I will stick to you like melting candy.
I feel the sadness saturating my bones like a steak sauce,
and the droplets of water I collect on my fingertips are all I have left.

You’ve been forgotten more times than a dusty old library book and I can tell you’re getting sick of it.
You said that we should just calm down but I’ve already counted to ten as many times as I could.
Clean sheets can’t help us forget the past anymore,
and we’re all shoveling the dirt away as fast as we can to see what problems we’ve buried.
We’re all ripping the bricks away as fast we can to see what walls we’ve built.

I’ve been drinking distilled water for months now and I still feel waves crashing against the inside of my body.
The inside of my mind looks like what you’d find underneath a turtle shell.

I don’t care what god put you here because you have every right to follow the trails of any dream you’ve ever had.

I don’t care what god put you here because you’re going to find someone who has lips that fit your’s like a puzzle piece.

And I don’t care what god put you here because the butterflies in your stomach can speak any and every language that has ever been exchanged by words, touch, or eye contact.
532 · May 2013
pinky promise
chels May 2013
i promise
that i can be a really good friend
instead of someone you just text when you're ******

i promise
that i can rub your back
until and after you fall asleep
i won't leave
i promise

i promise
that i can make you hot tea
that you won't burn your tongue on

i promise
that i can do all these things
i promise
523 · Jun 2013
pool
chels Jun 2013
i was always convinced that i could do it better
faster
harder
stronger
but i couldn't and i stopped trying because i'm lazy.
i bark at dogs i don't like
but i won't bite
so i think it's okay.
i've never been good at pool so please stop pushing me into the corners
and the holes in the wall
and now i'm stuck
with this feeling in my gut
called
Growing Up
and if this life is a journey
and this journey is a ship
then you can just call me
sea sick
518 · Sep 2013
Untitled
chels Sep 2013
my stomach is empty
like a cave
i do not want to write
my fingers get sweaty from grabbing at things
that aren't really there
it's easier to be something i'm not
and it's easier to hurt myself and lose myself in dark
rooms with yellow lighting
i am moldy
soft
wet
sorry
492 · May 2013
Ow
chels May 2013
Ow
Somewhere along the way
I experienced more than your usual wear and tear
And I was cut open
And ripped apart

Hung up on the shelf,
I am damaged goods
And I can only hope that you’ll see me
And pay full price
Knowing that I’m broken

But it’s not my fault that someone tore me apart
Just because they didn’t want to buy me
It’s not my fault that someone couldn’t wait
And had to snap down my back until they
Could see what was on the inside

I’m sorry that they were so disappointed
When they learned what I was actually worth
491 · Jun 2013
Untitled
chels Jun 2013
Dear you,
With the blood shot eyes that sometimes shine green, and the split ends and loose ends who can't hold onto a relationship -

Hi.
491 · May 2013
Fold.
chels May 2013
Look at your left hand.

Fold your left pointer finger
with your right hand
thumb.
476 · Jun 2013
He
chels Jun 2013
He
I can't put religion and race into my words and I don't know how to add politics to my poetry and that kind of blows because its so powerful. I guess I just don't know how yet, just like
I don't know a lot of things.
I have learned a lot about myself in the last three months, though.
I've learned that no matter how many comfortable pillows there are in a house, I will always choose to sleep on the crusty stale pillows that you place and adjust at the edges of your couch because at least that reminds me of the nights I've spent at your house.
When we grew tired, it became a dart game of blame to see who would fall asleep faster.
No, no, you said.
"She sleeps in here, with me.
You; you sleep out there."
And all of a sudden, I became a dog.
Not even a dog he wanted. I became the dog of his firstborn child who, when he turned thirteen, said "Dad, I am a teenager now, and this is what I want."
And you looked at him and said, "Yeah. I can do that for you."
Just like the same way you looked at me and said, "Yeah. I can do that for you."
And now, while you're in there, sleeping with her,
I'm the dog taking a **** in the middle of your living room in the middle of the night
And I mean it.
472 · May 2013
where is my innocence?
chels May 2013
Is it something I have to buy?
Or do I have to wait in line for two hours,
And collect it like welfare?

Last time I checked,
We still had countries that sell daughters off
At the age of 14.
Was my innocence taken away from me?

A hundred years ago,
I would have been married with five kids by now,
And I would have had a husband who
Didn't really love me.
Do I have to earn my innocence?

I've been trading souls with people for the
Last three years.
Maybe by accident,
Did I take someone else's innocence?
chels Jun 2014
maybe when i was younger,
i didn't pick fights,
but i'd always pick scabs
until my skin had tried to heal itself so many times that i could no longer hear it squealing
no matter how many times i scarred.
i was taught to fix things
no matter how broken or ugly they get
maybe that's why i'm here
155 miles away from my safe place
thinking it will work.
raising my heart in my palms above the crowd
just for it to be publicly dropped down my throat
into the bottom of my chest
i wasted gas money on this?
i didn't risk the skin on the back of my neck but i did risk the
sensitive touch of your fingers on my back
and when i fall, i fall flat
and these scabs on my knees are getting harder and harder to ignore
to be continued when i find the words that will put your words back in your mouth,
464 · Sep 2013
Untitled
chels Sep 2013
leave the thoughts of the boy with the skinned knees and skinny elbows
and bony collarbones
alone
because he will fly far
far away
and make a home
in a house
that is not your's

you are not the reason he is online
462 · May 2013
space
chels May 2013
the white elephant in the room
takes up
all my oxygen
and sits on my chest
until i can no longer breathe
451 · May 2013
hear
chels May 2013
i think that
a long time ago
you told me that you thought i was cute

but that was only after i said it first

maybe i looked too far into it
maybe i thought
oh
maybe he wants to date
maybe he wants to kiss me
or hold my hand
or make mix tapes

but i think i was just looking
too far into things
but maybe that's what we're supposed to do

my english teacher
made us read
their eyes were watching god
and she said that jody
wanted to be high above everyone else
and that's why he stood up on the box
when he lit the streetlight
that he had bought
maybe he wanted to be above everybody else
but maybe that was because
he'd always been below someone
ya know?
450 · Aug 2013
Untitled
chels Aug 2013
i want to scream at you
tell you everything you've been doing wrong for the past 17 years
you're an awkward age in an awkward place but it's all your fault
get the **** up, get the **** up
do something


















but it's really hard to break a habit
without breaking the mirror
446 · Aug 2013
Horse Race
chels Aug 2013
Probably dumb, pondering
I'm so sorry that I rush when I hear the starting gun, I just couldn't let her get first place
Leave you behind in the dust
Because my feet are too heavy to not leave footprints
434 · May 2013
warm water
chels May 2013
With a warm hug,
and a soothing embrace,
it says

"It is okay to cry here,
because no one can hear you."

it says

"It is okay to hide here,
because no one can find you."

As you sink to your knees,
and wrap your arms around your body,
it says

"It is okay,
because your mother loves you.
She was just upset, because
she doesn't want to watch her baby grow up."

it says

"It is okay if you don't wash yourself
because no matter what happens,
you'll walk out of here clean.
Don't be afraid to stand up,
because the world
is not as scary
as it may seem."
433 · May 2013
I'm okay.
chels May 2013
You asked me why I was sorry.
I said

I'm sorry,
because of the way the sun shines in your eyes when you're driving in the morning.
I'm sorry,
because of that one time I tripped on the museum steps and skinned my knee.
I'm sorry,
because I just am.

You asked me why I hate myself.
I said

I hate myself,
because of the way my eyelashes fall out so quickly.
I hate myself,
because of that one time I said that stupid thing.
All of those times I said those stupid things.
All of those times I did those stupid things.
I hate myself,
because I just do.

You asked me why I loved you.
I said

I love you,
because of the way your smell always helps me get to sleep.
I love you,
because of the way the ridges in your fingerprints feel against my cheek.
I love you,
because I just do.
428 · May 2013
we thought
chels May 2013
we thought we were cool
with our short french phrases that we repeated
until we could impress ourselves in the mirror

we thought we were cool
in the very same way
that moths fly to the light
of my computer screen
in the dark
only to be squished by my palm

we thought we were cool
faking our sadness as if it would get us out of school
but we didn't know how to act
when we actually got sick
427 · May 2013
Contact.
chels May 2013
Your number has finally vanished from my recently contacted list.
I don’t know whether to be proud or disappointed beyond belief.
427 · Sep 2013
comfort
chels Sep 2013
i can't help but say
that i wish
he would find himself
falling into someone else's sheets
423 · May 2013
Stain
chels May 2013
I look down to find stains on my favorite shirt

I wake up to find period blood staining my sheets

I look up to find that you are staining my life
421 · Jan 2015
I'm trying again
chels Jan 2015
this has been the season of cold feet and closed mouth kisses with
people who let other people 
build their walls

and 
stumbling is a part of my daily life now
i taste like noon, i promise you, 
i wondered if you were always on a different plane

even if we’re sitting so close that our knees touch
410 · Aug 2015
running out of SSRIs
chels Aug 2015
i know that this isn't me
i know that these tight open eyes and lucid feelings aren't me
i want to be reminded that i am not alone in this world
but i do not want to communicate with anyone
i just want to watch
while i can appreciate how unemotional and reserved i'm feeling right now, i don't like the dull air and rounded edges around me
i no longer understand why i used to allow myself to feel this way every day
403 · May 2013
Stop, Wait. Please, No.
chels May 2013
Stop,
I need more time alone
So I can wade in the creek
Softly step through the sand
Figure out why I hate myself.

Wait,
Before you go,
I want to apologize
So I don’t feel so bitter
In the years to come.

Please,
I think I might need your help
Because I don’t understand why no one’s hand fits in mine anymore.

No,
I’m sorry,
I can’t tell you why you’re afraid to close your eyes in the shower
And I definitely can’t tell you why it’s scarier for me to.
chels Apr 2014
I am 18 miles from the starting point and my car is made of broken bones and yellow bruises.
The paint is flaking off in all the wrong places and my tongue still hurts when I try to twist it in the shape of you.
I've been trying to get the dirt out from under my fingernails for days now, but there's not a big enough vacuum for me to open all my doors and clean up my insides.
It hurts to miss an exit. It hurts to break too fast but it stings to break too slow. The radio doesn't work anymore and I'm stuck with static where my favorite noises used to be.
I am soaking in my own gasoline and I'm 3 sips of break fluid away from lighting a cigarette - you always thought I wanted to go out with a bang.
385 · Apr 2014
goodbye
chels Apr 2014
your fingers dig into my flesh and
peel back my skin
and expose me to the open air and it stings
and i know i need to forget you
but it hurts to heal.

i don't know whats more painful -
the feeling in my stomach that reminds me of rain pounding on the top of a car or the
way the road looks when the only light that is shining comes from this guilty look in my eyes
i feel sorry even though i ******* know i shouldn't
i should hang these thoughts like prayer flags across all the doorways in my body
i should paint my insides wall by wall,
the prettiest color you've ever seen
so that i can call this place where i've been living for so long
'home'
379 · May 2013
Wind.
chels May 2013
I’d give up my mind in order for you to keep yours.
I’m getting to the quiet hiccup before the sob,
But the sunlight isn’t too bright that I have to get up and close the blinds.

When I get this sad,
I feel my arms begin to fall asleep.
I feel my legs begin to fall asleep.

Pull your cheek away from your face and exhale
And when you begin to sound like the wind against the trees,
Remind yourself that you are your own enemy
But you don’t have to be.
377 · Jun 2013
Untitled
chels Jun 2013
toby, i'm sorry
i'm so sorry
i didn't mean to feel your bones crushed between my fingers
i didn't mean to hurt you
not like this, anyway
369 · Aug 2013
Untitled
chels Aug 2013
you said i was your sunshine
so why do you no longer smile?
it feels like these scrawny arms don't get to hold you anymore
369 · May 2013
Via.
chels May 2013
Sail out to sea
with the late night yawns
that cause your mouth to water

You speak to me
more than a divorce on Valentine’s Day
or a suicide on Thanksgiving

Sincerely,
366 · May 2013
Haiku.
chels May 2013
I want to help you
But there is no solution
To your late night aches

I can’t find a cure
I can’t find a remedy
I am so sorry

I wish I could take
All the weight from your shoulders
I would take it all

But I am not you
I don’t know how you should feel
And I am sorry

I know that sometimes
The options may look tempting
But stay where you are

But I am not you
I do not know how to help
With the lonely nights

I will just stay up
And hold you really tightly
Until you don’t hurt

We don’t have to talk
Or even make eye contact
I want you to smile
360 · May 2013
Oh
chels May 2013
Oh
Maybe if I repeat the same words
Over and over again
I won’t be so afraid to stick my feet over the side of my bed

I don’t know how else to beg you to leave my mind as quickly as you came back to it
So I figure you’re just supposed to stay there

I can't help but fall in love
With the certainty in your hands
I can feel you in my veins
and
I just want to know if we’re losing hope again or if we’re just hoping that we are
359 · Apr 2014
well anyways
chels Apr 2014
this is depression
when you try to curl your legs so close to your chest that you can no longer hear yourself breathing
this is the moment when you either puke or pass out
i over think and regret every sudden movement i have ever made whether it brought me closer or farther to you.
folks, we're at the panic stage,
please keep all arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times,
be careful,
hold tight,
and although i know i'm not responsible for the fight or flight feeling in my chest
i still feel like i could have prevented it by
******* pretending you meant everything you meant to me up until a year ago
six months ago
a week ago
****
331 · Apr 2014
Untitled
chels Apr 2014
*** interrupts my mind and
brings me in closer to my tiny self
please stop touching me,
i won't act the same tomorrow morning no matter how hard i try

i am the one taking and taking and taking from myself,
do not ever blame anyone but me
324 · Sep 2014
Untitled
chels Sep 2014
if i had clear skin,
i'd be the most confident boy
now let's stop acting like sadness and self loathing is a competition
because trust me baby i've been playing this game for years
and there is no prize
314 · Mar 2014
Untitled
chels Mar 2014
this blood on my stomach makes it hard to go unnoticed

red splotches rising through the fabric of that shirt I borrowed from you and said I'd return but didn't

it smelled too much like you to let it go but now with these pools of embarrassment soaking in
I have a sinking feeling I'll have to wash you out of it
but maybe I'll get used to the absence of the stench of cheap alcohol and ****** cigarettes and maybe if I use enough bleach,
I'll never have to see you again
314 · May 2013
rain
chels May 2013
i am rain
             pounding on your roof
                 let me in let me in
                                                       i just want to say hi
311 · Jan 2014
Untitled
chels Jan 2014
There are days
when I feel the glass
pressed against my face.

There are nights when I know
that I miss everyone more than they miss me,
and it changes the tide inside my stomach.

Sometimes, the moon is so big
and bright
that I can see my reflection.
310 · May 2013
look
chels May 2013
The last time I saw you,
You taught me that people
are still afraid of the way
their shadows
look
305 · Jul 2013
Untitled
chels Jul 2013
what do i know
302 · May 2013
Untitled
chels May 2013
Always out of it.
The loop.
Can't keep friends,
Can't make friends.
All I can do is make people mix tapes
And hope they like them enough to stay.

Not what people want.
I'm too angry,
Sad,
Confused.
Annoying.
291 · May 2013
but
chels May 2013
but
i am high
i do not really care
what color the sky is

i just want to know
why you don't like me
276 · May 2013
Untitled
chels May 2013
please stop i'm sorry
i'm really really sorry
please **** me
276 · Sep 2013
Untitled
chels Sep 2013
you slide down the back of my tongue and get caught in my throat
alcohol can't be the only thing to get you out of my mouth
i am sick, please sleep
251 · May 2013
Untitled
chels May 2013
i think the worst part is that
i miss you
122 · Sep 2020
future self
chels Sep 2020
forever waiting until i can open the envelope in front of me and find out where i wound up.
i feel winded, twisted in a way that if it happens again i'll crack
end up on the sidewalk trashed and swept into the street by everything happening always and i'm tired
no part of me is lost but i think it would be easier that way, pretending that i have any sort of reason to continue trudging on in whatever muck i stick myself in to
at the bottom of everything, the sewage drains
and it smells like burnt out candles in a drawer
in the river
wet.

— The End —