Chloe Madison Taylor. | WritersCafe.org

I know why ladies really wear lipstick

Wrote this after a bender, enjoy

Seasonal love

I don't trust anybodyain't that about a b***h?yeah.. that's about a bitchall this water but still can't catch a fishlove is much more fun when you're out of it.I explode into a thousand wordsI've been crying in my sleep latelyHolding myself through the hurtNurturance is new to melie to me andrely on..

Talking to myself

like talking to yourselfand listening at the same time.does it even countif I don't try to rhyme...I'm on a witch hunt for my own soul.If I ever get engaged again... Ihope I am a long way from whoI am now.you were never meant to be perfectjust be happy somehow

Don't touch me

Rereading my old poetry is so cringy. Hello to anyone that followed me before that might still be active :) Missed writing, my heart needed it. Say hi in the comments if you are reading this! <3 Chloe

a poem to keep me from calling you. again.

The unsettling unseen itch in my bones I don’t know what to do with. Stifle the spirit or Get on with it. Eight never ending, tantalizing, revolving revolting thoughts to weigh me downHeavier and heavy, her Eyelids droop. Can I just step out, for a moment? Can I step out of this life..

Pillow Sweat

Sweating, burning hot red tears for years on what we called The lonely state. Nobody can love anybody elseAs if a bullet would even things out a bitwe all jump eventually. Driving and driving driving and driving and driving drivingI could hate you so much right now. Pulling prophecies fr..

when it rains; harder now, at the sound of it's name

Death, time and God hold man to the sticky EarthWe hold our palms to the sky, expecting rainBut the rain doesn’t come just because the tongue Has run itself dry There’s something to be said about smoke twisting itself out of a Hardly parted window. JuneI hold myself to..

she called it Coincidence

Borrowed a gentle enough hand. like watching you from another roomAll day in and out of a spotted bed, tears make room for themselves.I want to make the world explode. If I don’t find some release we may all combust“if you don’t say something I may die.”I hate you onl..

March

one year down,

Old Rage

decided i'm going to write at least one poem a day. starting today.

a maze (d)

wrote last summer, after church camp.

luna

makin progress.

For lack of a better word.

Fall 2010

the piece of s**t poem is up.

I'm funky, not a junkie, but I know where to get it.

Human Error.

Brandon Christopher Goff.

April 9th.

this is what happens when you drink vodka like water.

eltit

F**k the cold, and f**k the Winter.

You can't lie to me, Gibbett. The truth is in your poop.

Gibbett is my dog. My dog is totally irrelevent to this .. "poem."

In-School Suspension.

Description? You want a description. Nothingness. That's In-School Suspension.

And then and then.

nothing, really. just a verse that I can't seem to get out of my head.

Eight Days Late.

I've got all the brain activity, but it doesn't feel like minelacking passion or feeling or perception of time.Wandering aimlesslyI got my feet stuck in the gunk covering my lungstrying to float to the top and figure out why my mouth doesn't move anymore. high, paranoid and ..

I'd give up my license and boobies to be six again.

This glass house is burning down. You light the match, I'll stick around.

The Truth and Some Lies.

yeah.

And my afternoon will go as follows.

Do you ever feel like noone really knows who you are?

brainvomit

Straight from my composition book. This is the unedited version of my brain, before it is turned into a song/poem.

Drunk Like Bible Times

It's missing something major.

Dear So and So.

I write honestly. I honestly write about what I know. I don't know anything, honestly.

Humming Cows.

My mind only works in scenes. But I can see this possibly becoming an actual story with a plot.

[untitled]

I don't feel like I"m anywhere half the time. I feel like a pair of eyeballs moving through the hallways at school. I feel totally unconnected to anything and anyone. I'm surprised when I find myself sitting in a room full of people, because the past half an hour I was lost inside my he..

Midnight Kneels.

My pen gets ahead of me, sometimes.

I'd Lie To Me, Too.

It's a silly time to learn to swim when you start to drown.

Competing For Air.

because not everyone has to go quietly.

Pit Stain.

Slipknot show. ha. Moshpits are very inspirational.

46.

I'm writing this for noone but myself.

S**t Woman, the barbarian.

English II Honors writing prompt.

Drowning On Dry Land.

I'm only poisoning this situation.

Stale Taste Of Starvation.

I'll bring the hammer, you bring the noise. We'll break this silence.

(Snot)Rocket To The Moon.

Geometry Class.

Fumblingfumblefum.

jabjabjabjab

Jewish Pigs.

Just trying something different.

JAB. CAT.

josh. cole.

Tunnel Vision.

In fear of faith.

Death Metal, Evil Babies, and Green Pubes.

Creds to Ethan Leon x4523442346435

So F*****g Adjective.

Hi my name is Chloe, and I am insane. Hi my name is Chloe, and I am insane. Hi my name is Chloe, and I am insane. Hi my name is Chloe, and I am insane.

Dain Bramage.

I'll blend up that rainbow above you, and shoot it through your veins.

Bed Sores.

I've got 76 inches and 88 keys, to get me where I wanna be. It's not enough, It's not enough.

iTrip.

Sail belly up to the clouds.

Another Captain To Burn Down The Ship.

Cause a disasters a disaster no matter what Christian language you drag it through.

Sedan.

And with their shovels in hand, they will give warning;You will never be the same. Your frozen feet will take you back inside the church, where you will spend the last of your sanity kneeling on the bathroom floor, wondering why its so clean when everyones hands are still so dirty.You w..

Five Score and Seven Bucks Ago.

Because if seeing is believing, then believe that we have lost our eyes.