Poems by Chelsey

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  • Disease is bound to infect sheets they've all...
    with their impurity. Bed ridden with a sickness...

  • The doors were locked.
    That's all she made sure of as she bolted out...

  • If I were you...
    I'd rain down my anger because I 'm not worthy of...

  • Her happiness for others dwindle, along with her...
    down sewage drains that carry junk dreamers once...

  • In the bottom of my shot glass, there I saw
    the cross, the nails, the blood, the end of Your...

  • Dark leaves drooped like your brown eyes and
    I was hostage to their sadness. You were the...

  • I didn't expect to feel anything when I looked at...
    You were but a mere image behind closed eyes...

  • Dreams (7) 1

    Maybe dreams should be feelings and
    not money makers. Things like...

  • Long legs don't do justice to these hurdles
    I must jump to reach you...

  • I'm a filing cabinet of records that holds dates...
    reasons and insentives, agendas and dreams...

  • Hell's gate welcomes the death of our alliance.
    The "me and you" stories, the...

  • This is wrong.
    What am I doing...