Poems from Chelsea Jeannette
There's a wicked wind.
I turn my head and grimace.
'It's too windy out there,' I whisper,
And I shut the door
But I can't meet their eyes...
I was twiddling a penny between my fingers,
My mind lost as I stared at the copper coin.
"Do you think of him now?"
I let the penny...
There’s something beautiful about nothing,
That emptiness on the wall,
The spaces in between,
The black spots in my dreams,
The words I’...
Under roofs, birds chattered youth
Like a fire contained
The wind outside laughs at their shame
Their sounds coming to nothing
Sometimes I run wayside down a trickling sky.
Like a fool with no bearing,
I’m swallowed by the passing time.
I don’t know what we are...