chelle santos

chelle santos Poems

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

Comments about chelle santos

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

    I love your 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

All The Pretty Girls

all the pretty girls
their matching bags
& expensive footwear

all the pretty girls
sip overpriced lattes
& flip their hair.

all the pretty girls
have made up faces
but empty heads,

all the pretty girls
refuse to eat
they smoke instead.

all the pretty girls
with whitened teeth
& glossed up lips

all the pretty girls
who have phones
at their fingertips

all the pretty girls
slouched in chairs,
are out for show.

all the pretty girls
are all dolled up
with nowhere to go,

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Tonight's Invite

to my dearest friend & evil girl,
tonight we celebrate the end of the world.

we'll dine on bad food & ignore the dishes,
whilst we review our dead dreams & wishes.
we'll laugh so hard, tears will have to fall.
(i promise there will be lot's of alcohol.)
then we'll all get smashed, scream at the sky,
maybe think up a hundred ways to die,

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