Biography of chloe young
i write poems that are almost completely made up with scenarios and situations that i create in my head with people that i create there too.
'i open my mouth to say-
my words are projected between heavens.'
chloe young Poems
i tried to stop your calcium intake so that you would never grow i wanted you to shrink so that i could keep you in my pocket and you could gnaw through the fabric and plunge onto my toes.
i wish i could swim the pacific ocean and back. and when i came back to sit in front of a burning burning fire
I Smoke And I Think Of You
i wake up and i think of you and i look out of my window it is grey and the lights stopped glittering a long time ago
inhaling the ocean breeze and feeling it empty my lungs makes me feel completely intact i can taste the salt in its entirety on my tongue and i try to scrape it all off with my front teeth
i can see the muscles strain on your back when you lay alongside me, they look like rib cages and i lay there too and envisage that when you sleep i could
grief struck me like a lightning bolt the anguish thundered in my gut, tasting the sting of it's acid decimating my throat
i feel choked by my words, they are swelling inside my skull and they are lathering me in sentiment and folly.
One Million Times
i have been told one million times that love conquers all but it seems the coordinates of my existence have never been found or voyaged too. i thought i had found my destination
If i could have your arms as a pillow, i would bring it everywhere, even on the bus. I would wrap it around me if i was cold. I would put half of it on my shoulders if i was at the cinema. I would put them behind me if i was looking at the sea, and make it squeeze around my stomach until i felt you in my bellybutton. I want to be a fish gliding through your veins, come out of your mouth and kiss every millimetre of your lips.
sometimes i wish my brain was a buzzer and when the bleakness penetrates it, there would be a massive noise piercing directly through my ear hole,
i have relied on circumstance and fate all of my life. god has never shone down on me and occupied my life with luck.
i see the dust encrusted on your eyelids and your once elusive skin hanging over your jutted bones. everything has fallen. not only our city, but everything in me. i have seen my family buried under tonnes of bricks- their blood flooding at my feet. my father's skull crushed and my
when i was drunk i rang you and you didn't pick up your phone.
i came to your house and bashed the door until
my knuckle bones ripped in two. my fingers were
ripped from my palm from trying to reach you.
i left my pinkie finger in your post box.
when you found it in the morning you
rang me up and told me that you had it for breakfast
along with my dignity and left me alone