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Best Poems From
CHELSEA DEVRIES
(08/04/1991)
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Dazed and Confused
Dazed and Confused
Everytime my lips part,
no words are uttered from them,
I seem to be in complete flabbergast
at how much time God
Spent on Her.
I see him,
darting his eyes up and down me,
searching for the bullseye.
He has no idea that I feel the same way,
when his pupils meet mine...
or does he?
I feel like Im a circle
in a pattern of squares and triangles.
She makes me feel like I dont belong,
but she reevaluates and I am
the only one that fits in with her,
the other odd-circle out.
He feels nervous around me,
I can tell. Why be shy?
I think. Tell me that you feel like I do.
Two halves, searching for the put-together
Whole.
Chelsea DeVries
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Don't Breathe and Now...
When you would walk
into a room, looking
me in the eyes was
deadly.
The air in my lungs
would evaporate
with my pupils plugging
into your pupils.
My heart's beat would be
bouncing off the walls and
slamming into my ear drums,
causing an emotional headache.
A
N
D
N
O
W
When you are around me
my heart's beat is inaudible,
a cold draft hits me from my toes
to the roots of my hair.
You left, closing the door behind you.
Leaving me with the poison in your eyes.
And now, I stand here, overcome
with the blessing I have been gifted with...
a second chance at
love, happiness, dreams come true,
and most importantly,
Life.
Chelsea DeVries
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Facade: The Non-Existence
I play sports
whatever games you like.
I wear only what's fashionable,
tank tops in only blue or green
with a mini skirt to match.
Don't forget the monthly highlights,
that she forcibly paints in my hair.
eat only what is approved by her.
No carbs, they are deadly.
I don't like rap music because she
thinks its confusing and headache music.
I only watch American Idol, she wants a report in the morning.
Megan is my hero, I aspire to be her.
You want to know who I am?
I am a shell containing other people's
rules and regulations. Let me
know if you find my birth right.
Chelsea DeVries
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First Love
First Love
When my heart breaks
each time someone fractures
it
I think of you.
when I am at the end
of the mental cliff
I think of you.
when I need a friend who
knows me in a way
no one will ever know me
I think of you.
We are friends
but when dreams of us together
still haunt the crevices
of my subconscious.
My heart begins to wonder
about you.
Did we ever really love
each other
or
was it some illusion
of the heart
because when I feel
unloved by the rest
of the world
I remember
my first love and smile.
~Chelsea DeVries~
Chelsea DeVries
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