inedible candy |
The delay sets in quick then lingers and looms. I was so close to the end: so close to escape. I tripped the fulcrum and the trap fell shot. The punishment for this stupidity is yet to be determined. ... Posted by Chelsea on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 11:52:00 PST |
color |
time is created hereit never leavesI jump the cracksmy soul supinemy body proneI let go of satisfaction Posted by Chelsea on Sat, 11 Nov 2006 01:40:00 PST |
cowardice |
masticated, evisceratedthe illusion of misteryspills onto white carpetthe show is overthe mask is offfreedom lies in this evasive strength Posted by Chelsea on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 08:00:00 PST |
bulldog |
geographically distal, chronologically proximalcharismatically bitter: I flow into your shape.making love to my memories, hiding behind smokecreeping worry- crippling anxiety- subsequent malaiseyou ca... Posted by Chelsea on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 11:43:00 PST |
flacid |
my mind dripsthe bitter molasses dripmy mind dripsmy eye is unfocusedmy bodies shiftmy mind still dripsthe viscous mindthe mind still drips Posted by Chelsea on Sun, 07 May 2006 05:03:00 PST |
tea time |
vague certainty and uncertain attachment silent feeling in the midst of a anesthetized riotdelicately carnalyou dance in my mindsmoke metoke mehe already broke meso breath deepwhile i steepmy col... Posted by Chelsea on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 05:07:00 PST |
stirred |
it's coming downsilky observation movesthe foundation crumblesi love so easily it seems this timeinescapable vulnerabilitydistrust's face stares me downspeak to me in green airwrap me in purple musica... Posted by Chelsea on Mon, 20 Feb 2006 05:29:00 PST |
orange freefall |
destabalizing deception,you have a beautiful mind.i'll admire the blue;i'll fall with the moon.the blues are the blues,but they make you feel good.toes pressed against the edge,hands pointed at the mo... Posted by Chelsea on Tue, 31 Jan 2006 07:14:00 PST |
falter |
I want to go home,
where's home?
love?
love.
no worries,
there's none in the bag.
alone again?
vodka.
vodka?
when does it end?
do this dope
and spin it. Posted by Chelsea on Sun, 04 Dec 2005 04:01:00 PST |
limp |
open eyes,
tight against the stillness,
bleeding out the illness
hold it down and
look fast;
I'm closed.
I've fallen in love with the idea,
I've fallen in love with the imagined,
I've fallen i... Posted by Chelsea on Thu, 01 Dec 2005 10:29:00 PST |