chelle santos


chelle santos Poems

1. The Accidental Pornstar 5/4/2005
2. Clarity 1/14/2005
3. In The Library 1/26/2005
4. War Of The Words 1/27/2005
5. Someday 1/3/2005
6. A Page Is Too Small A Space, 1/10/2005
7. Gossip 1/11/2005
8. Answer Girl 4/20/2005
9. A Change In Season 6/28/2005
10. Washed 6/28/2005
11. All About Me 1/12/2005
12. Glasses 3/9/2005
13. The Break Up Fairy 1/4/2005
14. Crazy? 8/1/2005
15. Audio 9/13/2005
16. Instant 9/13/2005
17. Little Mermaid 1/23/2006
18. You Are... 2/13/2006
19. I Am Nothing But Words. 1/3/2005
20. Walls 1/12/2005
21. Tonight's Invite 1/6/2005
22. Writer's Block 1/6/2005
23. Sorry, Nothing New For You Today 1/9/2005
24. Aspartame 5/4/2005
25. All The Pretty Girls 1/11/2005
26. For Your 24th Birthday 12/12/2005

Comments about chelle santos

  • Nobody Dude (4/21/2005 12:45:00 AM)

    I love your form...you know how to rhyme, and your poems are fun to read, refreshing. I have a question, though...why no capitalization, even in your name?

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  • Warren Augustus De Guzman (3/27/2005 8:23:00 AM)

    I like your writing. WRITE MORE! ! ! ! : D

  • Derek Germain (1/13/2005 10:22:00 PM)

    Chelle, I like your poems they are so... great. Keep up the great work.

Best Poem of chelle santos

For Your 24th Birthday

this year,
i was going to bake you a cake.
not pink whipped icing
on wimpy, fluffy chiffon,
but rather
majestic peaks of white frosting
burying dark dense fudgy devil's food.

a cake that sinks to the pit of your stomach
-like a disconsolate reality that sits there
uncomfortably.

-like the news of your early departure,
& the fact that i can never bake you a cake,

because you'll never have your 24th birthday.

Read the full of For Your 24th Birthday

The Accidental Pornstar

i can search your name on the net
& find your most intimate moments, i bet.
frozen frames of lust and intimacy
in bytes & pixels up for the world to see.
grainy light depraved shots of curves
& your corners bathed in sweat.
seconds shot in a moments' high,
for unquantifiable hours of future regret.

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