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10/04/2022

“It’s quiet when the leaves all change
This moment always feels so strange
the only time we see the sun
when leaves fall hard, one by one
i’ve fallen fast and hard as well
though leaves give off a different smell
our seasons are still quite the same
we fall so sweet like summer rain…”
—Chayn Nelson, c. September 2022
Fall

09/05/2022

“If i could wash away the parts of me
that nobody was meant to see
until the water’s running clean
you’d erase me from your memory

If yesterday decides my fate
Today I’ll try to wipe the slate
Tomorrows regrets planned like a date
I wonder, could I ever be great

I’ll try my hand at being alone
Find comfort in a dial tone
Evicted from my comfort zone
Make peace with sins i may never atone

To write my truth is to curse my name
And hide behind the pity and shame
I wish that things could stay the same
I pray my heart may someday be tame”
—C.Nelson, c. March 2022
(a short poem about intense emotions)

08/11/2022

“When the sun goes down and you’re feeling low like you’re reaching your sunset and nobody knows
it’s tough I get it we all want somebody to share with and let it be lighter

All those nights when you feel so alone like there is nobody to pick up the phone just know it’s better to sleep alone then next to someone you don’t know

When the sun comes up and you feel like you’re still in a slumber it’s okay to not feel better i promise you’re not the only one we all chase the sun” —Nelson, c. Summer 2022

07/11/2022

“Nelson, how’d you get like this?
it seems as though you’ve lost your wits…”
—Nelson, c. March 2022 (the start of a poem I cannot continue for you here)

02/05/2022

“forever in my wildest dreams
i’ve looked and you are all i see
my past is not all there is to me
look deeper into who i may be

i touch your skin, i can’t sit still
leave out my cup for you to fill
i use your blood to write my will
so my time is yours to kill

you glance at me, so i look back
your gaze gives me a heart attack
some call it love, i won’t say that
but still, I don’t know where we’re at”
—C Nelson (not my photo, but photographed for me)

08/15/2021

leaf (leave) blower

“The life of a leaf left alone under a tree is a life of wonder and mystery

as a leaf i must go where the wind decides to blow leaving everything i thought i’d ever know

in the shade I find promise of a pacific day with clouds and cool grass and things going my way

i feel only bliss and the promise of noon and i hear buzzing bees sing their humdrum tune

as the day evolves the clouds absolve themselves of precipitation

though the forecast had shown no rain nor snow, the change came with gusto

I now know when things are set in stone that really means it’s brittle as bone

I now know the wind carries me with no regard for where i need to be or if it will be hard

for i am but a leaf, my existence is brief and i truly have no where i need to be and no one dying to see me as i did the moment i left the tree”
C. Nelson— c. Aug 2021

08/01/2021

“My mild insomniac

i’m begging please call me back

this silence has left me alone

just me and the dial tone

and the bag i have yet to unpack

a cold coffee, a half-eaten snack

what’s missing is your voice on the phone

sweet giggles and gasps when we think we’re alone

but it’s silent right now and the night is so black

i trade giggles and gasps for a panic attack

and i weep over tantrums i shouldn’t have thrown

you didn’t answer because i haven’t grown…”
part 2 of a poem I intended to be done with —Chanel c.July 2021

03/04/2021

What’s in my bag?

“This is the bag of things I control it’s mesh and there’s not really much it can hold
all of my worries and all of my doubts
seep through the seams ready to fall out
this is my bag of things I control
well it’s hardly a bag since it’s covered in holes
all of my failures and all of my fears though tucked away neatly are all right here
this is my bag of things I control
I’ll need a new one soon this one is too old
and it’s torn at the bottom and ripped near the back
all of my sadness and anger falls through the cracks
this is my bag of things I control
it’s empty, but not because somebody stole
it’s because there is only room for this knife
I have no control over this silly life”
Nelson c. September 2020

01/17/2021

🍃🍄✨
“i am the moon and you are the tide
the way that you move to me cannot be described
she is the sun and i am the ocean
the warmth that she brings me deepens my devotion
your love is the wind and my heart is the trees
you can feel my heart beat in the rustling of leaves
you can see my love grow through my branches and green
with this love i can grow to be whatever you need
this earth holds love in everything
from the shore to its core
to the ocean floor
and the birds and the bees sing along to the breeze
and we all come together to be happy”
Chayn Nelson c. Nov 2020

01/05/2021

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07/12/2019

“...please
let me sleep
i can’t be me
tonight

please
when i weep
leave me be
i’m alright

please
never leave
i can’t believe
you’re mine

please
watch the stars gleam
find me in your dreams
there, i shine...” —Chayn c. June 2019 (an incomplete poem about someone i love)

06/24/2019

“the man behind the madness. his poetry, diluted with sadness. his smile is blackened, his heart beats so rapid his passion for pain, unimagined...” —Chayn, in the flesh, c.May 2019 pc: my main mayne .flicks

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