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            Out of the Woods

Tired of not seeing the forest for the trees

when it comes to you

I would cut down every tree to get to you 

but you would only call it wasted paper.

I tell everyone you are my world,

the sun, the moon 

all while diminishing my own star

in order to keep you shining.

Why do I hold on 

when you leave me

standing in the cold

with nothing to cover me

but a single feather.

Loving you is tough

lust and leather

that doesn't withstand

the weather;

my skin sweats 

and sticks to you

uncomfortably.

Cubic zirconium

when I wanted

a diamond ring

on my left hand.

A green remnant

reminds me that 

all that glitters isn't gold.

To have and to hold

Nothing holding me

but fear and unbelief

Not even

a prayer and sacrifice 

can save me

Religious ritual;

no faith.

I hold your picture in my hands

so hard I bleed

but you have no interest in phlebotomy.

Or me.

It's you I idolize yet

all you ever do is cut me down to size

Loving you is no prize

And frankly my dear

I'm tired of all the wasted time.

~Chelsea DeVries~

#MondayBlog: A Poem To Break My Silence

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In case you can't tell, I am sick and tired of being ignored, snubbed, pushed under the rug. In my 25 years, I've felt like the only way to make people understand who I really am is to write it.

So I write blogs, poetry, fiction, and I'm waiting patiently for my memoir to find it's way into the right hands to begin publication but honestly, this seems like the only place where I can be ME.

On Twitter, people unfollow me because who I voted for.
On Instagram, people don't like my posts because of who I voted for.
On Facebook, people ignore all my posts except the idiot stuff I share because of who I voted for.

Social Rejection

Muzzle me 

with your ignorance

Read my message 

but don't reply

Unfollow me 

on every platform

I don't care.

Last I checked

the only way into heaven

is due to my faith in Jesus.

So what I choose to 

keep my clothes on

instead of posting a topless

photo 

on Instagram

Maybe that's what I am fighting for.

Maybe I am fighting to be heard.

Sick and Tired of Silence.

I have a voice.

I have beliefs. 

And I'm tired of everyone just patting my head and saying,

"Aww Chelsea, you are so sweet."

My sweetness gone sour

Now is the hour

I refuse to be silent 

ANYMORE.

Sorry I won't bend 

and bow my knee

to your false 

ideologies,

societal pressures,

and idolatry 

of legalized sin.

I choose greatness

I choose to keep my top on,

my eyes on my cup at all times

my legs closed

my nose in a book

So I can learn higher thoughts

so I can aim for higher ways

to live each and every day

So I can be an example

of all that HE teaches me

It's pretty freaking low

of you 

to make me nothing more

than the box next to a name

on a mother freaking 

ballot.

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#PoetryPower: Happy Medium

I was kinda quiet during the month of April because I was trying to work hard on my writing projects as well as other stuff. I decided that I was going to write a stanza every day in the month of April but once the flow of the piece I was working on took over, I ended up with 35 stanzas. I edited the piece and it follows below:

What's The Difference 

Between 

Keeping Quiet

and Suffering in Silence?

It's one breath between

swallowing

A thousand pins

While being stabbed 

Repeatedly in the gut

Trouble slams the door

repeatedly

while I sleep

There's nothing worse 

for me 

than an interrupted dream

I crave it like Godiva

Covered in whipped cream

A chocolate covered strawberry

Dripping in melted desire

I think I'm just hungry for love

I have no appetite for casual hook-ups

kissing and telling

Having my freak

out in the streets

no matter how good I turn out and up 

in the sheets

How long until I can finally be me?

Judgemental comments 

Pierce my ears

Judgemental 

Condescending eyes

Dirty looks

It seems my bae

found a new bae

that ain't me

Everyone moves on 

without me.

No one sticks around

to ride the waves of life with me;

They just stop hitting me up,

They just leave.

What makes people stay?

Giving them their own way

A healthy hookup of 

give and take,

heavily weighted compromise.

Look me in the eyes

See the betrayal

The frustration

The bitterness of being

through the ringer

Seeing things no young human 

should; not saying things I wished 

I would

Doing everything the critics

said I couldn't.

I know what they saying but I promise that

I'm cool tho

God says that I'm fearfully and wonderfully made

Plus he pays my bills, gives me chills, calms the thrills 

pulsing through my veins

I'm enough for him

For now I'm content

Heaven will send

Me a man who

loves me the same

Worships Jesus 

Loves me tenderly

Fanboys my writing

Kisses me softly in public

Hardly can stand the thought

of waking up without me

Entangled in sheets

Swaddled in love,

Just us becoming we.

Romances me

Sweeps me off my feet

Just with the way

He enunciates my name

Each syllable

a chord in

the love song; 

the love story.

A girl can dream

even if she never sleeps.

You must have an 

xylophone 

in your belly

because

every sentence

you symphonize

Each phrase

rings in my ears

on the right key

Making it hard to forget

your melody

Like a radio earworm

on repeat

I'm stuck between killing myself

or them 

Since either one of us is

better off dead.

I'm less interested

in the chase of having someone

More interested in someone 

who relentlessly pursues me

Oppressed by a system 

that tracks my every move

just to prove

I'm worth the cost of EBT

College graduate;

worthless degree

Not in the talking stage 

with anyone

as I mentioned before

bae got a new bae

So I showed him

the door

The most talking I do 

with anyone;

the drive-thru 

window 

at Dunkin Donuts.

All fat; no luck

My own ghetto

Starbucks.

I'm loving this detox.

Have you ever drank

kale through a straw

so the scale number 

wasn't so raw and ruthless?

Swimsuit season

Fast Approaching

Sweeping in faster

Than Florida humidity

in April

Wonder what a cold season is

As I thaw out from the ice just served to me

In the look my sister just steered straight for me

Like a zamboni with no brakes

All caked on make-up

No true face.

Guess I've got to let go of you;

The idea of you and I.

Not yet a we.

Separated by pride;

Stubborn point of view.

My thoughts have made my head

Heavy

Lately you've been on my mind

though we haven't spoken in years

All your fault 

must be another pride

thing

I should have never

written 

you that letter

With that letter in your hand

I severed our good karma

positive vibes

I never got a hello or goodbye

you just stopped coming to my

 neighborhood

Most likely because you don't want

the invisible leprosy 

I have all over me

It's so contagious

It's affected my mind

My perception 

of me

Am I really being myself or fooling myself

to think

this is the live I want to live

Did I ever 

Have a choice?

~Chelsea DeVries~

Love Times Infinity,

Chelsea

xoxo

God Bless!

~Just Keep Swimming~