Poems from Chelsea44
Instability,
Constant motion.
This is my normal.
Yelling, fighting, throwing.
This is my childhood.
When they’d say write about what...
I look down at my arm
The one on the left
I see new scratches
Ones that do not hurt
I look to the other side
Pale and smooth
I examine...
Day in, day out
We hear harsh words
We get rejected
We get shot down
We get made fun of
But you know what we don't do?
We don't hurt other...
Why is it her fault?
What did she do?
He didn't hear her words,
Didn't accept her saying no.
Why is she to blame?
Curled up on the...
Nothing sweeter than ice cold water to a parched mouth
The sweet nectar oozes into the throat
Nothing fresher than a crisp fruit to an...