❝ We make beautiful love. Love that evaporates from our pores. Our love intoxicates one another as we exchange our lust. Eyes low, breaths deep, heart rates climbing to it’s peak. My face is embossed in yours. Lips locked like a combination to a vault. Sweet, soft, cool, hot, you, me. Our chemistry makes explosions, fireworks, a celebration. The friction combusts a heavy ton of euphoria and stimulants that ease the mental. Chills creep down, then up, then comes to an abrupt halt. The stars assassinate and infiltrate our conference, we pause, and we continue into the night like thieves on a continuous quest. ❞
Chloe Mitchell
❝ He stared at the dying embers in the fireplace as lightening shot through the room. Loud whispers of wind beat against the cold windows while the fire crackles and pops in fear. The tea kettle on the stove is screaming and ready to blow as he stands vacantly in the dining room. Bang bang at the wooden door causes him to jump in shock. He stands there consumed in his thoughts. Foot steps pace back and forth on the porch as wrinkled leaves rustle against the steps. The door knob turns and there she is, shivering from a chill that went down her spine. She rushes past him over to the fireplace, where it grows larger as she impatiently feeds more logs into it. Goosebumps appear all over while she brings and takes back her hands from the blazing fire. He walks over to her, covers her with a quilt and holds her tight. Cradling her, he gently kisses her on forehead. ❞
Chloe Mitchell
Thirty Days

Champagne life. Empty streets. City lights.

Morning flights. Different city. Darker nights.

Mountain heights. Autumn leaves. Wintered white.

Blessed is life. Love is beauty. Humbled mind.

-Chloe Mitchell

Return To Sender

Had a dream I emailed myself a self addressed letter.

In it I apologized for any pain I may have caused.

I hope my words will comfort you & play in my favor.

I can not change what will be & what was.

I’m sorry for the headache you’ve gained thinking those harsh thoughts.

For the nightmares you’ve dreamed & the sleep that you’ve lost.

I realized you can get emotional & overly sensitive.

I promise next time I’ll be gentle on your feelings.

I value our moments & our deep conversations.

I won’t take advantage nor leave you in waiting.

I’m working on my ways, please be patient, give me some time.

This I’m doing for a better you, me, & for our mind.

I vow to maintain my sanity & challenge my woes.

I exit this letter in contentment & leave you with X’s & O’s.

-Chloe Mitchell

Chloe Mitchell: Your Bitter Is My Sweet/Blame Game

omw2heaven:

canoprahhearme:

Didn’t know “Chloe Mitchell” was the writer of the poem at the end of Blame Game.  Found her on tumblr.  Dope stuff— she’s talented and young.  

iamchloemitchell:

Things used to be. Now they’re not. Anything but us is who we are. Disguising ourselves as secret lovers, we’ve become public enemies. We walk away like strangers in the street. Gone for eternity, we erase one another. No phone calls. No sweet text messages. We are mere specs of particles, floating, unknown to our partners’ existence. So far from where we came. With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing? Lack of visual empathy equates to the meaning of L.O.V.E. Hatred and attitude tear us entirely. We meet at opposite poles and no longer can we bond like love birds to a song or flowers to a daisy. The air smells of rotten and burned hearts. We have trashed our over cooked love that now accompanies the bin of deceit. Don’t turn around. Continue walking away. Disappear into that darkness that rests upon your gritty shoulders. Let that dark cloud follow you wherever you go. So long ex-lover. Farewell.

 -Chloe Mitchell

Footnote: This is the full context of the poem that I wrote for Kanye West. He reads it aloud on the track “Blame Game” featuring John Legend, from his current album My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

Isn’t she great? I met her and her sister (I think they’re twins? or something) through my friend Ashley before but I didn’t know what a great poet she was.

Come here. Relax. Ease your mind. Let me take control. Breathe. My engine is burning. Your heart is pounding. I want to take you on a journey. Let’s fly to another galaxy. Just you and I. Are you ready to take flight?

-Chloe Mitchell

I follow my brain when I want to know something. I follow my heart when I want to feel something.

-Chloe Mitchell