Poetry Blog by Chelsea Crossman
Left alone with the demons that my vices taunt
Sometimes I lay wake at night waiting for them surfaces
When they don’t show up on time is when I get nervous
They must be planning something special for the girl with no life convincing herself she has purpose.
Stockhome to the burdens I was assigned
A long long time ago when my life wasn’t mine
Chained in my head begging to bre...
Friday 15th March 2019 9:23 am
And here it is I sit, alone again I’ll admit.
Pulled over before my stop
Trying to convince my thumbs to jot down
What my mouth couldn’t get
Solitude has struck me cold to many times for me count
The nights where I beg for someone in this place I’m in to know who I am without me helping them out
And deeming them too blind to figure me out.
So by myself I sit, with all the...
Friday 15th March 2019 9:20 am
My heart it breaks
Never knowing what to say
Fearing that the day I do the moment that’s to late
I guess I need to explain.
See I’m like you, we feel just the same.
You call me to talk
But you’ll never listen
You must feel that I’m like the rest of them and anything I say to you is nothing but obligatory words I’d share with anyone if it wasn’t you.
Do you not remember...
Monday 11th March 2019 6:14 pm
Drowning in a life that wasn’t supposed to be this bad
Dreaming of dream where these trials seem worth it
A morning painted in gold the day that my entire life becomes a memory that I’ve told
Knowing the distance quickly drifts away further from the time I convinced myself to stay
Coddling my fears of never getting out
Remembering the days I counted the years till I...
Saturday 9th March 2019 11:28 am