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
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.
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 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
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
grief struck me like a lightning bolt the anguish thundered in my gut, tasting the sting of it's acid decimating my throat
i like sitting beside the window feeling tortured by the torrential rain, wishing that it was pounding at my surface, scratching away at my pores. having bluegrass melodies sweeping up my ears, filling them with banjos and voices as cavernous as the grand canyon
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
I used to live for everything; for the naked trees in the autumn, for the smell of hope in the spring. Every time that smell came I would breathe deeper. I would look out of my window at night and see the city lights gleaming up at me, they screamed,
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 used to live for everything; for the naked trees in the autumn, for the smell of hope in the
spring. Every time that smell came I would breathe deeper.
I would look out of my window at night and see the city lights gleaming up at me, they
‘you can have this, you can have all of this’.
My youth was enveloped in faith and ambition. Faith dictated my every move. Faith in the
table that would hold my drink. Faith in the bath that would get me clean. Faith in my heart