Haikus...

Days at the Beach
Salt is in the air.
Some seagulls steal a sandwich.
Waves crash on my heart.
-Chantelle A.G.


Facebook Chatbox
I’m waiting for you
Why are you not online?
I’ll wait one more hour.
-Chantelle A.G.


You Suck
You can’t say those words.
Never were a proper friend.
I hurt more then you.
-Chantelle A.G.


Not About Me
It was just one drink.
One death stopped two lives that night.
Don’t even know you.
-Chantelle A.G.


Mirrorless
One winged butterfly.
A quilt without a pattern.
Flying in circles.
-Chantelle A.G.


English Major
The English language.
It doesn't always look sense.
Harder than it looks.
-Chantelle A.G.


BFF
Friends are always there.
Lying makes me feel better.
Friends are never there.
-Chantelle A.G.


Cutting it Down
Blood covers their hands.
Love never was the problem.
The tree won’t grow back.
-Chantelle A.G.


Shake Your Tail Feathers
I wanted to dance.
The radio went silent.
Listened to the birds.
-Chantelle A.G.

This is our Ungodly hour.

Some of my [favorite] poems. In order of newest to oldest. Starting with my latest...


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Sun shines through my lace laden eyes.
I don’t know which to focus on anymore;
The white of it all or
The sin of it.

Pianos play somewhere in the back of my mind.
A memory too pretty to forget.
The repetition of each lyric insignificant to the melody,
Like the beholder to his beautiful one.

Stories become absolute.
Birds continue to flock together, but
The spider breaks her web,
And together we fall apart.

A piano plays somewhere in the back of my mind –
I let the memory fade anyway.
-Chantelle A.G.


Lonely

Lonely girl,
Crying in the night.
Her body rigid and cold,
Full of forgotten desires
All transgressed and transpired.
Shadows etch toward her.
Colder and paler still; her body frays
As the Ghosts come closer.
Are they coming to retrieve or to revive?
She doesn’t know and cannot decide.
Even in death she is unsatisfied.
-Chantelle A.G.


Bruised

Under the bruised night sky,
So black and blue,
I bleed from the wounds your words have left in me.
I find it queer how magnificent you look
In the moonlight.
Purity makes even the blackest of souls beautiful again.
Would it be a lie to say that I still love you?
Desire burns from my head to my toes.
Looking to the stars I plead:
Make this pain go away.
And once again your words are in my head;
Pathetic, you say, weak.
Blood trickles from my eye,
Salty and warm as I literally cry my heart out.
My breath comes shaky and shallow;
A perfect synonym to these motives.
At last I wonder who will find the body?
Under the bruised night sky
So black and blue
I bleed from the wounds your words have left me.
­-Chantelle A.G.


No one

In world with no one
You cannot hate,
Yet never be loved.
You’ll never get angry,
Or ever get a hug.
You’ll never fail,
Yet never succeed;
You’re always trapped,
And always set free.
Because in world with no one:
There’s no one at all
Not even you and me.
-Chantelle A. G.


Background Noise

Everything keeps making noise.
It won’t stop.
It screams.
It yells.
It taunts.

Coming from behind:
It grabs and wraps me in its sound,
Echoing and blasting all around;
It slowly takes and breaks me.

It won’t stop.
It screams.
It yells.
It taunts.
Everything keeps making noise.

I try to catch it; to adjust the sound,
But I can’t reach the volume!

It screams.
It yells.
It taunts.
It won’t stop.
Everything behind me explodes with sound.

I try and try to turn it down,
But I can’t reach the past
I can’t reach that blast
Of noise,
That comes from behind.

Everything keeps making noise.
Everything keeps making noise.
-Chantelle A.G.

My "Stuffz"

No one

In world with no one
You cannot hate,
Yet never be loved.
You’ll never get angry,
Or ever get a hug.
You’ll never fail,
Yet never succeed;
You’re always trapped,
And always set free.
Because in world with no one:
There’s no one at all
Not even you and me.
-Chantelle A. G.

Background Noise

Everything keeps making noise.
It won’t stop.
It screams.
It yells.
It taunts.

Coming from behind:
It grabs and wraps me in its sound,
Echoing and blasting all around;
It slowly takes and breaks me.

It won’t stop.
It screams.
It yells.
It taunts.
Everything keeps making noise.

I try to catch it; to adjust the sound,
But I can’t reach the volume!

It screams.
It yells.
It taunts.
It won’t stop.
Everything behind me explodes with sound.

I try and try to turn it down,
But I can’t reach the past
I can’t reach that blast
Of noise,
That comes from behind.

Everything keeps making noise.
Everything keeps making noise.
-Chantelle A.G.

Broken

Broken
Is what I am.
All the years that I have
Cried my tears
Over my pathetic fears
Has left me
Broken.
My head and heart ache
For you
The one who left me
Broken.
-Chantelle A.G.

Perfect Pictures

Paint me a picture.
Make it black,
Or make it white;

But before you
Give it a title and a frame
Be sure
To make it real.

Add my pain,
And my hate.
Add the world’s misfortune,
And all the evil pleasures.

Now let it be finished
Call it Life, and it will be
Anything but perfect.
-Chantelle A.G.

Privacy

Can’t you let me be?
I want to be alone,
To close my eyes; and
Lock myself up deep inside.

You won’t give me any privacy
You’re always there;
Nagging and
Controlling me.

(Chorus)
I stand up tall.
I open my eyes.
I walk behind you in one strait line;
I say the words that you tell me to:
In hopes that someday you’ll
Give me back my
Privacy.

Can’t you let me be?
I want to be alone,
To close my eyes; and
Lock myself up deep inside.

I want to just be on my own.
Can’t tell you how much it hurts;
To never be alone.
To not be free or have any
Privacy.

(Chorus)
I stand up tall.
I open my eyes.
I walk behind you in one strait line;
I say the words that you tell me to:
In hopes that someday you’ll
Give me back my
Privacy.

Can’t you let me be?

Privacy!

(Chorus)
I stand up tall.
I open my eyes.
I walk behind in one strait line;
I say the words that you tell me to:
In hopes that someday you’ll
Give me back my
Privacy.
-Chantelle A.G.

An end to disaster

Wish I was dead.
Unfortunate I’m not.

I used to smile;
But now my teeth have rot.

You think you’re oh so sweet,
But I know the real truth.

I claimed we were over yesterday,
And that’s the way it will forever stay.
-Chantelle A.G.

My Fear of You

I fear every year;
That you will reappear,
Causing only more tears.
I’m left so anxious,
Because you were so heartless.
Bounding me down,
You threw me on the ground.
Creating madness.
Engaging me in sadness.
And leaving me with nothing
But fear.
-Chantelle A.G.

A Teenage Tragedy

Cell phone numbers, Fancy cars,
Baby tees, and Baggy jeans.

The teenage population
Has become nothing more
Then an imitation,
Of what shouldn’t be.

It started out
As a fun little mission.
But has become nothing more,
Then an annoying tradition.

Of drinking beer, and joining gangs
Cheering and playing in football games.
Smoking pot, failing class, and speeding
Way too fast.

It has come too far.
The chain can’t be broken
On and on it goes; throwing failures
Into the next generation.
-Chantelle A.G.


I write this poem because!

I write this poem because:
I have nothing else to do.
I write this poem because:
Lately I’ve been thinking of you.
I write this poem because:
For some reason you’ve been on my mind
I write this poem because:
I fear I’m starting to fall behind
I write this poem because:
My last may have been untrue.
I write this poem because:
I might start to do the things I use to.
I write this poem because:
Once I was fixed…not so broken
I write this poem because:
You’re my friend; a lucky token.
-Chantelle A.G.

A Desperate Death

I’m thirsty for your kiss.
I’m weeping for you sweet bliss.
I have nothing to offer you;
Nothing to give.
I only have love,
But that isn’t enough.
I will sit here
Pouring my self out to you!
And when your laughter leaves me dry,
I will wither up and die.
-Chantelle A.G.

When roses die

My petals match your blood
My thorns match your love
My tears match your lies
Who says roses can’t cry?
-Chantelle A. G.