Grandpa,
How much I wish you were still here...
Are you able to hear me, even now,
Standing on the other side of
...
Love me for who I have become,
Not for who I was.
Love me for my natural beauty,
Not for my plastered beauty.
...
The most complicated element of life to understand.
Does he love me?
Maybe yes.
Maybe no.
...
'So are you going? '
That was Ashley,
Standing in the kitchen doorway in a T-shirt and socks.
At twenty-one my sister was a petite five-four,
...
I am from God,
made in his image,
created from dirt and made with love.
...
Yes, that's right.
This is about YOU.
I just can't seem
To get up and on
...
How was I to know
I'd fall,
for your good looks and charm?
How was I to know
...
fluffy as a feather
loving, yet moody
wet kisses
black, brown, yellow, chocolate colored
...
Holding the strings of vibes
We move to the dance of life.
Dance to the pain of life,
to the joy of reality.
...
We mainly see love as:
Red for passion,
Hearts with wings,
A twinkle in one's eye.
...
My house
Sits alone
On an empty street.
When will someone
...
Poetry is my way of expressing who I am and who I was and who I will become. I was told I had some type of talent in writing in second grade. I was told by God the summer before my freshman year to sign up for a creative writing class at school and this is where I found the great pleasure writing can give you and that my second grade teacher wasn't a total liar. I have two novels published. For more information, visit www.outskirtspress.com/chelly or www.outskirtspress.com/JessicasChoice. Finally, I respect all of your comments and just hope that you enjoy my poems. Sincerely, Chelly)
Grandpa, Can You Hear Me?
Grandpa,
How much I wish you were still here...
Are you able to hear me, even now,
Standing on the other side of
Of the barrier separating
You and me?
I have so much I wish I had said...
And now that I know that you
Are listening,
I will tell you everything that
You never knew
About me.