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Best Poems Written by Chelsea Mcginnis

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Beautiful Killer

In the distance, [He] centers on [Her] shadow,
Resting in the emptiness by the desolate window.
Moth, masticated curtains imprison the light, 
By casing the lampshade and confining the bright.

Faintly in view sits the intense apparition of despair, 
Only casually noticed, so [His] intimacy never shared.
[His] secluded fetal spirit cringes, bundled and bruised.
A loyal love to fill the devotion void, [She] did refused.

No liberation from lamenting [His] invective, indulged soul.
Hastily, [He] stands raging, rapid, ready to escape [His] toll.
Several scores of the moon passed while pondering this desire.
Formulated, [He] faces firm, fervent to father this fire.

In ruffles, [She] did muffle, only once a whimper in pain, 
But rejection over took, and seized control of [His] brain.
A lifeless little [she], like a doll on the floor, 
Departing reality, left rotting like an apple core.

As [He] admires [His] most sacred pride and joy, 
[He] never once notices [she] was broken like a toy.
No severing the focus from the stare [He] did cast.
Finally to be placed on the shelf in [His] heart at long last.

Never will [she] grin a gesture nor laugh luscious smiles. 
[her] travels will cease, only the final Hearst casket miles.
[He] cleaves to [her] wilted wrist, cherishing…
Caressing [her] flaccid fingers, perishing… 
Fading.
Withering.
Draining.
Gone.
Sirens scream echoing their intended warning.
So soon? [His] covet was just executed this morning.
[He] feels distraught, and somewhat incitingly numb.
Clasping with a cold force, [He] clings to the gun.

Although a minute too late,
For, [He] has justified his fate.
As [They] came rapping through the front door, 
[he] wasn't there, the [killer] had killed once more.

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Is There Life After Meth?

Spitefully sailing so cynical with sadness, 
Spiraling, shameful, infringement on madness, 
So high, but not perceived from flying,
Floating through white clouds of crying.

Poisonous preying presence looming, 
Rousing, erratic, irresistible glooming.
Not an orphan, but childhood family imminent,
Tracked to be driven out, loneliness permanent.

Reaffirming steal door attaching behind me,
A tangible reinforced reality finds thee.
Years wrecked, incinerated, nothing is left,
One question loiters, is there life after meth?

Evoking all misfortune, impossibly I hold my breath,
Pending release, would trade life directly for death.

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My Heart Is Content Not To Fly

Once upon a tragic, forsaken love,
A wish miscued from somewhere above.
So incorrect, 
I could not detect,
Nor should expect, 
Our bond fit like hand to glove.

A sour lullaby, sang a love you couldn't feel, 
Naive to believe in honesty, 
Or a sense of dignity, 
For this love was not real.
Our chance together, 
Never! (Heart from my body severed!)
And so, the fate of our demise was sealed.

With help from His Grace, 
Perfection put to face, 
I delivered to you a precious child. 
Eyes shed tears of rain, 
Along side labor pain,  
Our daughter's cries were mild. 

Yet you cast me aside, 
No guilt or pride,
Goading me to confide, 
In my own gutt, wrenching exile.

Forced to swallow with discreet digestion, 
Your lies, 
Like flies, 
Became an infestation, 
Invaded my soul with demoralization.

Such avoidable, emotional harm!
With the destruction you create,
 This heart did break, 
From my mistake,
Of adoring your alluring charm.
So sure
And secure 
You were my cure, 
Now the source of my remorse, anger 
And alarm.

Irking, 
Jerking, 
Ever Lurking.
Illusive, 
Reclusive,
A devious disposition conclusive, 

It was all but conclusively foretold.
No vision will ever compare, 
To the bed you did share! 
A nauseating display to behold!
Like an infection, 
Visual unintentional confession, 
My heart's rejection, 
Plaques me like a committed cold.

Spreading like a disease, 
Your amoral flees, 
Crawl with ease, 
On my back of discontent.
No more weeping, 
From your creeping, 
For I permit the deepening 
Of my detestation to ferment.

No tear from my eye, 
For I would not cry, 
Nor utter a sigh, 
If you fell off the face of this continent.
With all that I've gone through,
With you, 
I let my body lie.
Once love dies, 
Time will only revive, 

But no renew, 
Will ever be there for you.
I lay still for love...Until, 
I'm ready to give love another try.
But this is my Vow,As of right now,
My heart is content not to fly.

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Demon of Disgrace

Rhythmatic, systematic, prolonged addiction,
Hovering, suffering, social restriction.
Living as a hermit in a man-made shell,
Fatigue on a trapeze of depression and hell.

Adrenaline junky, sober chunky, branded unfortunate.
Hot hitter, cold and bitter, a disbanded subordinate.
Scared with a modern day scarlet letter,
'A' for Addiction, the red gleams ever better.

Questioning existence,
Drug consumption persistence...

Mother crying...
...Father dying...
...Angels sighing...

People pass.
Preachers fast. 
Stares cast.

Shadow of death creeps with arms wide open,
The only arms out, all others crossed or broken.
Chilled icy breath, breathing a sickly demise,
Few people gather to honor the publicly despised.
Society closed, casket closed, Earth enclosing soon,
Destory this demon before looking up from a tomb.

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Death Dream

When I do sleep, I wake to a freshly brewed cup of pain,
I dream of you, aching to forget, still misery remains.
A final breath of love, fading away from sudden depart,
His exhaled soul left mine spoiled with a rancid heart.

Never ceasing, the punishing wind recites whispers of his name,
This sadistic storm circulates my one regret that remains.
Perhaps a prediction could have prevented our days as few.
And so, a passing penitence persists-I wasn't there to save you.

Now, all I can do is inscribe your name in the bay,
Fusing my tears with the tide as you gently wash away, 
Like a tailored dress, a faithful fit, altering me for eternity, 
Replaced your absence, a gaping void sits in for serenity.

No matter how many tears I shed on your behalf,
Will ever bring back the smile in your sparkling laugh. 
Our bond, was as soon as gone, each day and the next i dread,
Anemic allegiance, devotion deficiency, lack of a love once fed. 

Yearning for a spell of ease from his manifesting place, 
Just one touch from his lips or the warmness from his face.
Parched passion is dispersed with ashes out to the deep blue, 
Like a butterfly dipped in water, my wings are lifeless without you.

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A Woman's Wake Up Call

A Woman’s Wake up Call 

So many regrets,
I wish to send, 
a mend, 
a fix or change.
Numerous decisions,
Not yet set,
Only just rearranged. 

A life time of broken hearts, 
Now presently one.
Preheating each mistake,
I’m left to bake, 
Until done. 

Simmering in sadness,
For many a dish has grown cold.
Not hankering to see, 
What this life’s napkin will unfold. 

Daughter of gloom 
Overdue to bloom, 
Holds impending doom. 

Time to sweep up my tears, 
With a dusty old broom. 

However planted, 
My seed sits, soiled in soil.
Oh how tediously wearing, 
Has been the rearing toil. 

Where art thou, Relief? 
All around, beneath?
I search and I call.
Heartburn exceeds in mass degree. 
Stale, but still a deadly scald. 

No more pride,
Or love inside. 

Diminished flame,
I can not share.
Stripped from me, 
My dignity, 
I remain cold and bare. 

Alas, 
The time has gone, 
And now past, 
Afraid I’m just too late.
Discovered crud, 
muddled mud, 
disguised a stud. 
For the chosen,
Unsuitable mate. 

But from this breed,
A first seed was conceived. 

Bright, as if, a star was born.
In a blink of an eye, 
When she did rise, 
Joyous cries,
Then quietly die,
Away with the morn. 

After all my tears, 
My daughter is here! 
Well worth the hardship endured. 

Through strife, 
My savior knife, 
Tender as a lamb, 
And much adored.

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Devotion Designer

Hosting a bash, the belly butterflies flutter,
From the thought of you, I melt like butter.
Strong willed, outspoken unless my affection,
My retreat if ever eyes should meet in your direction. 

To reveal what I feel, I stand petrified from the fall.
Like a forest, too timid to hear the Timber call.
Heart trapped in the middle of social and destiny game,
Yet, I'm the only one between the two of them to blame.

Past romance all perishable love precedents,
But why should you get blamed from prior antecedents?
Temperature upsurge from feasible pleas able passion merge.

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Hatred of Love

I am repulsed by his obscure taste in music, 
Even his chauvinism of the female gender.
I loathe the obscene sexual statements, 
Along with his entire demeanor.

I can't stand his dry joking nature, 
Topped witha an arrogant, course laugh.
I detest the fact he thinks he’s so smart, 
Endlessly bragging about his A in Math.

I dread the stab he brings my swollen heart, 
When he spits remarks that would sting any bee.
I can’t bear when he knows he's in the wrong,
Then gives the look he always gives me.

I hate when he’s away, 
I hate when I’m near him.
I don't like his hair grown out, 
Or even when he gets a trim.

It disgusts me the way he Eats,
Drinks,
Or Breathes.
Repulsing me with his Eyes, 
Teeth, 
Mouth, 
And Nose.
I hate him all just the same,
From his head 
down 
to
his 
toes. 

I even hate the fact I hate him.
My repugnance no one will ever know.
My abomination for him makes no sense, 
For I really, truly love him so.

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To See the Sunset Blindfolded

It's a rare thing in life,
To come across someone,
That truly completes you.
You look into their eyes, 
And you see them-
In awe of the beauty, 
They were meant to be seen for. 
Like searching the depths of a deep dark cave, 
But even without the light,
You already know every crevis. 
Caressing all the smoothe places in admiration, 
But really appreciating the rock and rough spots.
Love can be blind,
If being blind meant truly seeing, 
For even the blind see with other senses, 
Though enhanced, 
The senses make up for the loss of sight. 
How do the blind see beauty?
When they don't possess functioning eyesight? 
And why does a blind man smile, 
When he can't see the sunrise for himself?
The warmth of love is blind they say, 
But do we really know what we're looking at? 
When it comes to love, vision is meaningless. 
Compared to the love that goes beyond the eye,
Forever holding us for eternity. 
To Josh-For helping me to see the Sunrise-Blindfolded

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Sorrowful Joy

Lying here blissfully tormented next to you,
Never imagined a love so eternal and true.
Little hands, perfect fingers, and teeny-tiny toes,
Given the greatest gift of all-a chance to see you grow.

A Blessing in disguise, right before my eyes, of how precious life can be.
Living proof, with one tooth, just able to stand on both feet.
Solid inspiration arrived, as gentle as a picture trimmed in lace.
Fortitied motivation came so contently in an unexpected face.

Love means watching your children live their own choices,
But I want to shelter you from all harm, failure and harsh voices.
Daily, I date guilt for not providing you a father,
All the while living in the haze of discarded bath water.

Unlike the renew a bath may sound, I suppress a yearning to drown,
Submerge the ground by consealing frowns whenever you're around.
A forced surrender, accepting my hopes of rearing you are few.
But if I can't raise my Shae, just encountering her will more than do. 

To My Beloved Daughter, Shaelynn-Mommy Will Always Be With You!