Chloe Jade
Bio
Just beautifully tragic
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Stories (4/0)
My Infernal Horror
We are 70% water. It feels like my veins are rivers and my eyes small pools; water constantly flows through me. Water has memory; mine likes to sing like sleeping sirens slaved by the sound of their own voices amongst barren skies. It’s a hall of mirrors with reflections of my biggest fears, my regrets, my grief. If I peer over the edges, I can see my faces in the translucence- a ghostly smile that sits stiffly like plastic. She takes it off and underneath my mouth trembles. My eyes look glazed over like the jellied marbles set deeply into the Cat’s Skull as it died in my arms. Life was blown out like a candle. One breath and darkness casts itself like a giant curtain at the end of a show. The lights die. The cat’s eyes died. It haunts me still in that deep water.
By Chloe Jade4 years ago in Poets
Singing in Thunder
Sometimes I hear myself singing. It can be anywhere. My body starts to hum foreign melodies over my skin. Goosebumps prickle into symphonies and pirouettes beneath each hair. Legs start to shake with the heavy thrum of sound that gyrate in each vein. Oxygen floods to my head and the silence is something each nerve dances to and breathes off.
By Chloe Jade6 years ago in Poets
When Life Gives You Lemons
Nothing you will read in these next few minutes is going to affect you. The pen might have been mightier than the sword in 1066, but not now. We're complex, and odd by nature, and not one thing someone finds useful helps everyone. But a few words in this short post may stir a feeling inside yourself, compelling you to make changes. Society as a place is dynamic, unique, and ever-changing. As humans we are a mere freckle that only just dips into the surface of everything, we are an insignificant freak of nature, an evolved species that developed a sentience: only a few people in the world know this. Most of you walk through life with your eyes closed, while others open, and those people see it all. Even fewer are bang on in between, some scientists, philosophers, have an even balance of the two. It's not bad seeing what’s only on the surface; go below that and a lot of ugly things persist down there. If it fulfills you to live that way, then enjoy it. We all expire at some point, we all have a shelf life, so do what you love. The only problem with that is that a lot of people can’t digest that state of mind. And these people all share a state of mind. That thing is depression.
By Chloe Jade6 years ago in Psyche