Time to go snowmobiling

17.

"...& this is the smile that I've never shown before."

Be safe everyone.
God Bless.

Chelsea <3

Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
I feel You everywhere I go.
I see Your smile, I see Your face.
. . .I hear You laughin' in the rain.
I still can't believe You're gone.

IT AIN'T FAIR.  You died too young.
. . .Like a story that had just begun.
Death tore the pages all away.
God knows how much I miss You.
All the hell that I've been through,
just knowin' no one could take Your place.
Sometimes, I wonder who You'd be today.

Would You see the world?  Would You chase Your dreams?
...Settle down with a family?  I wonder what You'd name Your babies.
Somedays, the sky's so blue, I feel like I can talk to You.
I know.  ...It may sound crazy.

Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
The only thing that gives me hope,
is I know I'll see You again some day.

Rest In Peace; I miss You.
Craig Matthew Zakeosian.
May 17, 1987 - April 20, 2000

Chelsea <33

Here comes the cold.  Break out the winter clothes & find a Love to call Your own.
You - enter You.  Your cheeks a shade of pink, & the rest of You in powder blue.

Who knows what will be, but I'll make You this guarantee...
No way November will see Our goodbye. 
When it comes to December, it's obvious why no one wants to be alone at Christmas time.

In the dark, on the phone, You tell me the names of Your brothers, & Your favorite colors.
I'm learning You.  ...& when it snows again, We'll take a walk outside & search the sky like children do.

...& come January, We're frozen inside.  Making new resolutions a hundred times.
February, won't You be my valentine?  ...& We'll both be safe 'til St. Patrick's Day.

We should take a ride tonight around the town & look around at all the beautiful houses.
Something in the way that blue lights on a black night can make You feel more.
Everybody, it seems to me, just wants to be just like You & me.

...& if Your always is all that We gave, & We some day take that all away,
I'll be alright if it was just 'til St. Patrick's Day.

Chelsea <33

Edit.. I miss that hair color.

AHH!

So, I wrote this poem about my brother (the one that passed away)...

As I walk through the night,
I can feel You all around me.
...& as I look into the sky,
I can see You staring back at me.

I look for You only to realize You're not there.
I need to understand; You're gone... & You're not coming back.
The sharp tears are hidden behind my eyes.
   ...It's hard to bear.
   ...It's only You I lack.

Trying to find a reason why God would take You from me.
What have I done to deserve losing my best friend?
Here come the tears...
   ...I just want to see (You).
   ...Just one more time, again & again.


© Chelsea Ann Zakeosian - September/2005

...&& that poem is now certified for me to be a semi-finalist in the International Open Poetry Contest.
My poem will also be automatically entered into the final competiton in October, 2005.

Even if I don't win the competition, my poem will be featured in Eternal Portraits.
Eternal Portraits will showcase today's most talented poets & songwriters.

YAY FOR FREAKING ME!
Chelsss <3

p.s. woOt woOt!!

. . .& it's all in how You mix the two. 
& it starts just where the light exists.
It's a feeling that You cannot miss.
It burns a hole through everyone that feels it.
Well, You're never going to find it if You're looking for it.
It won't come Your way.
Well, You'll never find it if You're looking for it.
I should've done something, but I've done it enough.
By the way, Your hands were shaking.
I'd rather waste some time with You.
& You never would have thought it in the end. . .
. . .how amazing it feels just to live again.
It's a feeling that You cannot miss.
It burns a hole through everyone that feels it.
Well, You're never going to find it if You're looking for it.
It won't come Your way.
Well, You'll never find it if You're looking for it.
I should've done something, but I've done enough.
By the way, Your hands were shaking.
I'd rather waste some time with You.
I should've said something, but I've said it enough.
By the way, my words were faded.

I'd rather waste some time with You.