Becoming a prisoner of our own
emotions, putting our feelings aside
for others. There comes a time where
we have to put ourselves first and stop
trying pleasing everybody else.
I can become very exhausting.
I do believe in dreams coming true
Never give up on your dreams
Excellent write Chels, add to my fav

Oh Chelz... this is from the heart emotional... I've always told my own children... follow your dreams... this is your life, not everyone else's, you need to live it as you see fit, mistakes and all... people can give you their opinion, they'll tell you the way they think it should be done, but you and only you can make it your own... You only have one life Chelz... dance in the snow, scream from the highest mountain, jump out of the car in a tunnel and sing your heart out, laugh until you pee your pants... if you want to be a belly dancer, be one... if you want to be a teacher, be one... if you want to be president of the USA, then go for it... but just be Chelz and follow your own path and your own dreams... live love and laugh!!

This is my favorite write from you because it is the Chelz that I've known for the last 7 yrs... emotional and heartfelt

Wow, I love how raw and stripped-down this is! You're totally exposed, in a good way, and your imagery is fresh. I don't know you, but believe me when I say that I can really see and hear YOU in this poem. Great job.

This is amazing Chels, it is like we are seeing more of the poet and not so much the talent you have for writing but the emotion you have about writing and what goes on for you while writing it out. I enjoyed reading this and felt like I understood every word you wrote.

I have a heart that bleeds for its dreams,
but don't believe they can come true.

- loved this line, it is so sad but yet something everyone feels. It is hard to carry on with this feeling as things can often seem so pointless like you are on a one way road to no where.

Great work, one of my favourites I have read from you and I think because I feel like we get to know more of you in this one.

Well done xx

EXCELLENT MASTER PIECE>>HOLLY PIECE.Oh chelsyyyyy.
I love this poem, I adore the structure, I am blown away with it's flawing tone, so so so easy on the ears, I read it Aloud and so so enjoyed reciting it. This is one of best poem, last time I wrote with this honesty and rawness, was when I wrote " My best poem" which really was, because although I did not go for metaphors but I did not leave any real thought I had without penning it down.

And this ? was not just honest and credible and heartfelt, this was beautiful, I am nominating it next week!

I love that you opened up, and I love th fact that you used your name IN the poem, it so felt real and original and just unique!

we spend half the time of our lives trying to please everyone else, and shy and afraid of our feelings, mostly because we hate being subjected to the reality of our emotions and sadness, and imperfections.

sleeping on the floor because these words
will not appear "awake" enough.
^
WHAT THE DUCK!
quack girl...this is such an opener, awesome!!

Tonight I'm choosing to write as Chelsey,
because sometimes just venting as 'you'
is the only fine piece of poetry you'll ever write.
^
SO true, and that's why i was that impressed by this piece, you truly wrote using this personal tone, that i felt the poem was a part of me, despite of its personal phase, it had this very honest tone as if you are talking to yourself...it was heartfelt.

also you sounded a bit sad and fedup, and somehow losing hope regarding dreams that you do not believe they are possible to happen, but i tell you, out of personal experience, if u want it bad enough, nothing is impossible...I had many dreams that I did not see coming true, and it was only a bit of time till i realized that i really really DID nothing ! to get them...ask yourself how bad you wanna fight and if you are ready, that's how you know that dreams do come true, if we really...do want them.

I fight a battle daily known as
'emotional exhaustion',

^
you are very talented poet chelsey.

And there is this simple stanza that actually is really great, talking about this :

There are many times I want to write about
friends being fake, controlling parents
and how every boy is stupid.
Leave all their mistakes in a journal-
to be burned.
^
well, because it's as if you opened your heart and poured it over here, and then shook your head and threw off all the thoughts you had revolving in!

And loved the irony about boys being stupid, lol...arent they ;)

Well you weren't satisfied by calling them stupid, you explained why :

Leave all their mistakes in a journal-
to be burned.

^

so that's why I love this piece, it is so coherent and strong, and sad, and heartfelt and true!

I think it's one of your best poems.
Thanks for sharing us your thoughts, reading your work indepth and analyzing you is such a pleasure, you girl.

5;5

Thank you everyone for your comments, they really do mean soooo much to me! :)

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I am lost for words. You killed it with this piece Chels!

I have no more votes this week, but nexy week for sure its..
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Eghhhh kadjhfksdfhkdf freakin in love with this, WRITE ANOTHER SAD PIECE NOW.

This is so unique and creative, Chelsey. I love how you added your name up there - no one could ever plagiarise this lol. It really shows how personal and real this is. I've written vent-poem whatever you want to call them :P pieces and I find it really hard to, much more sharing it here. I applaud you for that. You really nailed this one and I'm glad to see it nominated - I could have too but it seems I'm too slow this week, aha. I really hope it wins; this is something a lot of people should read. It's powerful, genuine and inspiring. Keep it up,

And I surrrender to the beauty of your poem.Bravo Chels!

Let me start off by saying this piece is magnificent, and that I wish it luck in the weekly contest, not that it needs any by the looks of it.

They might find this crumpled up paper
sleeping on the floor because these words
will not appear "awake" enough.
When they read it they may ask,
"where has the poet gone?"

^^ This beginning really pulled me in, just as the title did. I love the fact you emphasis awake after describing the paper as being asleep. However that right there makes it seem more awake than any other words could have in such a way.

Tonight I'm choosing to write as Chelsey,
because sometimes just venting as 'you'
is the only fine piece of poetry you'll ever write.

^^ I agree with the "Venting as 'you' is the only fine piece of poetry you'll ever write" I think that is definatly a fair truth that all poets could understand. Even those that are claimed false. This is my favorite stanza.

I can't say who I'm directing this poem to,
perhaps it's just an eye opener for me.
All I know is, these fingers have been tingling
since 50 writes ago. They are sick
of hiding confused feelings, beat with conviction,
focused writing on everyone but myself.

^^ Each poem written is an eye opener to someone somewhere. I like the fact that you found it necessary to write one for yourself.

I fight a battle daily known as
'emotional exhaustion',
from people leaving my life or living it for me.
I have a heart that bleeds for its dreams,
but don't believe they can come true.

^^ Most people in today's odd society feel that their dreams are impossible, as their heart yearns for them. So as you write this it reminds me of the fact all is possible. Though that could just be my mind at its strange work.

There are many times I want to write about
friends being fake, controlling parents
and how every boy is stupid.
Leave all their mistakes in a journal-
to be burned.

^^ This stanza leaves an idea I kinda want to try now. Perhaps its the fact that I like venting then forgetting and perhaps its the fact it just sounds fun. Though either way this stanza left a profoundly simple beauty.

That'd only leave population 'me',
and I'd suffocate in this enclosed casket
I bury my emotions deep within.

^^ Can't say much about this stanza except that I love it.

Tonight I surrender the poet,
I give her to the world of personified souls
and rest her next to analytical lines.
I will write as normal, and make it known that,
I'm tired of pleasing everyone other than
myself

^^ Perfect way to end such a sad yet hauntingly thoughtful poem.

This piece is absolutely stunning. I adore the descriptions used, as it made the piece not only emotional but vivid as well. The word choice was powerful and used so wonderfully.

Of course this piece received a 5/5 from me.
I really enjoyed this. And look forward to go read even more of your work.

~M.R.K.

Chelsey, I applaud you!! There are certain times in a writer's life, when they can feel drained. They need to release those raw feelings and emotions within their writings... It's a very deep need that all of us from time to time need to express and share. Even when you felt the need to strop all creative and technical aspects of a poem, you still allowed the reader to be mesmerized.

There are some times in life when we need to spill our emotions and deepest feelings onto paper because if not, the chaos within is overpowering. The ending says it all... for there is no one far more greater to please, than your own self... Well Done Chelsey