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Chalan Palaske

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  1. Here is another one of my poems that i happened to save. An ode to my father. I am lucky but hopefully my words will help those who aren't so blessed.
  2. Will you cry like you did that night? You said ‘I love you’ Never leave me. Be by my side, please. Sing me the swan as we walk. The storm rages ahead for me. You fought for me, You broke their bones when they proclaimed me, Hold my hand now, stop fighting. We are both so the same, You look at me and see yourself, Serenade me with care like you did before. You’re not afraid to touch me, I am so old now, Will you still give me the world? I love that song, sing it
  3. My random writings that i actually didnt burn after writing.
  4. I dream great dreams of a life that is not mine as I try to calm and cool the searing feelings that racket about back and forth until my brain can no longer take the pain of the facts that shout to me that I do not belong in this world of couples. I dream about the days that I never had that glare at me in the face pilfering desires of pain and regret so overwhelming that the tears flood the rivers and valleys that hide me from the world that does not want me. I dream about people who I ne
  5. I tripped over your words and fell into your arms. You lifted me up and then whispered softly about the days that were better. In disbelief I tried to remember, was it you? My heart lurches and then stops. That’s not your name. I sigh, you’re still whispering. Don’t make me cry. I miss you, but you haven’t left. You remain in my sight, cooing and humming. You whistled that tune that brings back the summer sun. But it stayed dark as i tried to remember the melody. Change your na
  6. I lost my faith today. Pray for them he’d said, however if prayer meant that the ones I hold dear would turn into the beast that growls before me then I could only hope that there is some manner in which a man could undo a prayer. I followed the rules, I made my bed. The morning rang and each day I walked in the sunlight shouting about the feathers that fall from the wings that hover above me. What a fool. If only I’d stopped to notice that the moon had taken its place, and the light to wh
  7. Your rose it’s name is Kim, no? She is so fine… so red and beautiful. Curvy and slender Mine? It’s name is Richard. He is so fine…so blue and handsome. Angular and strong. You speak of your flower, I admire it as well…. But I still love mine. I cannot speak of mine though, It’s a secret, You cannot admire it as I do. Don’t give me that stare, I adore my blue as you do your red. They are both flowers, no? Different in appearance, But ultimately they are both r
  8. The tea kettle is boiling! Whistle, whistle… Don’t touch it, it will explode! Boom! Crack! Look what you did! It has sliced you! Slice! Drip, drip… Do you feel better now!? Smack! Break! You’ve done this to yourself, I warned you! Smack! Crumble! It won’t stop now, it keeps exploding! Boom! Boom! Boom! Hold your breathe! Don’t let it hear you. Boom! BOOM! Silence is golden, don’t you know this now? Drip, drip, drip… Staunch the bleeding quick! She fades.
  9. If there is one thing that all should aspire to accomplish in this world it should be to say the things unsaid. To find a way in which to tell those that have already left us how much you miss them and even more so to summon the courage to tell those you know now how much you love them and to speak of the things that no one wishes to hear. For those of us in this world, such as myself, with no such courage our lives are lived in regret for the past and apprehension for the future and contempt fo
  10. Tristan is an all around popular guy his only crisis being his homosexuality. Normally he can hide his urges but Taylor changes everything.
  11. I hated the summer months. If I wasn’t away at school I was with my parents who loved to torment me, make me feel stupid and useless. I apparently didn’t know how to do anything. I cooked for them, I cleaned for them, I ran their errands and still no thank you, no gratitude. They would always instead talk to me about how they’d done the same when they were kids and that I shouldn’t expect life to be so easy. It wasn’t even that I expected to be served on a silver platter. I already knew exact
  12. Like I said before I loved school for two reasons: the first being the opportunity to escape home, the second was Taylor. Nothing was official, nothing was out in the open, but I could never have been so sure of something. I wanted him, he wanted me and now we had each other ever since he first received me nearly a month ago. He had been the one to approach me, which saved me a lot of trouble and a lot of self pity. And that day when we spoke about the rain, about the time, our families, ours
  13. Christmas Break was my favorite time of year for more than just the presents. I loved the weather, the family, the friends, the time to think without stress of school. I had a lot to think about lately. Since my second encounter with Taylor I had taken to depression. He hated me, and I should be hating him but I couldn’t bring myself to. Why did I hold on to him? He wasn’t even worth it, he was an asshole. However I knew myself, I was attracted to power and he held a power over me. I remember
  14. It’s been two months, two months since my experience with Taylor and yet nothing. No call, no text, no discreet hint, no miniscule undertone to discriminate whether the moment in the locker room showers was more than just two horny teenagers getting each other off at the spur of the moment. It drove me insane just as I knew it would and stupid me, I fell for it. Like the quintessential red riding hood I figuratively entered the wolf’s den and now I couldn’t figure a way out of this one sided
  15. We saw each other from across the field, that was when we first caught eyes, or at least I his. However do you ever have that feeling as though someone was watching you? Glaring deep into your soul as if they’d known you from a past life. This eerie feeling I got from this pure stranger, it was… dangerous, scary and… tantalizing. Something I certainly could not shake from my body as it quivered needlessly as I looked long and hard at his form. His eyes were hazel and glowing, his hair a wa
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