Chantel Akrawi

I’m just trying to be a better writer. Enjoy my stories.

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Chantel Akrawi

I’m just trying to be a better writer. Enjoy my stories.

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A House Isn’t Always Home

Chantel Akrawi

1 min read

A house is where An empty shell resides. A frame with no photo. A blueprint on paper.

Home can be anywhere. Anything. Anyone. Where there is strife. Where there is life.

A house is meant to be Home. Home doesn’t have to be A house.

Sometimes we buy Four corners Hoping to be fulfilled. But it may not be enough. It may just be a bluff. If it doesn’t have a Soul....

Poetry

Tell Me The Truth

Chantel Akrawi

1 min read

Liar, liar, My eyes on fire, Did you desire To burn this empire?

You think I wouldn’t Conspire your actions? The clues were lain Upon your transactions.

You wouldn’t dare To cross me now; I gave you trust you’ve Tainted somehow.

Why do you feel the Need to hide What you did so easily With your pride?

Is that guilt you feel, When you don’t disagree? It wouldn’t be shame, or You’d stop hurting ...

Poetry

You Are Loved

Chantel Akrawi

1 min read

Knock knock, “Who’s there?” A list of names Of those who care.

Your can of worms Feel empty and dark But people are waiting for Your invite to your heart.

“Let us in, Let us in!” “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin” So you huff and you puff And blow the whole world out! Anything to prove there’s No rain in this drought.

Ears perched like a wallflower; The world isn’t as dark as it seems. Th...

Poetry

Fuming

Chantel Akrawi

1 min read

You may underestimate my knowledge, My case is closed.

You merely tolerate my existence, I’m your aging mold.

Your bubble of breath- readily available oxygen; I combust from exposure.

You walk with eyes closed and a thick skull, My lips sewn in closure.

You’ve unraveled my stitches, destruction is Your type.

I will disappear, as you wish, without sparing you a Goodbye....

Poetry

Romance

A Girl Only Hoped

Chantel Akrawi

1 min read

What are butterflies If not anxiety? Missing you is equivalent To five years of sobriety.

You brushed your beard In gentle strokes, It was never my hair- A girl only hoped.

We were fire and ice Blended to our demise. A hurricane of measure When our fingers entwined.

You filled my glass to emptiness; I only wanted more, Because the contents you poured Left me sour and sore.

I hope you’re well I...

Poetry

Romance

Road Of Adventure

Chantel Akrawi

1 min read

Daring truths, And crystal lies; We’re planting roots That reach the skies.

Quiet storms, Nothing to fear; What we mourn, No one hears.

Clothing shredded On the battlefield- What we mended Is now our shield.

We get battle-scars For the sake of glory; Scars on hearts Make up our story.

We want results Without the pain; We act like adults For the sake of gain.

We think squeaky clean Is the drea...

Poetry

Adventure

Schrödinger’s Cat

Chantel Akrawi

1 min read

Schrödinger’s Cat, Is it alive or dead? My new self, Is she blue or red?

Blue in melancholia, Red in passion, But the gray area Is purple in ration.

I work in loops of Unsatisfactory growth, Praising myself along the Path to my undying oath.

I work to be better, Be different in every sense. What will become of the girl Who couldn’t jump the fence?

She’s still attached By a string of silk To cu...

Pretty Hurts

Chantel Akrawi

2 min read

Trigger warning: eating disorder

Beyoncé is usually right about everything, but, in my life, one thing stands out the most true- Pretty hurts.

No one talks about how severely competitive the ballerina world is. You have to keep your body in shape, and your look matters.

Even in my youth, I had to prioritize my skin and diet above all else. A porcelain look and nonexistent waistline was the norm...

YA fiction

Beautiful Art, Broken People

Chantel Akrawi

1 min read

Some of the most Beautiful art Comes from the most Broken people

I want to make beautiful art But not at the expense of Being torn to shreds; I’d prefer it as a consequence Of something I’ve overcome instead.

Somewhere to organize my emotions- to express and contain them; I’ll place them in a combination safe If not displayed as gems.

I write something exceptionally dark And can’t believe wh...

Poetry

Honeymoon

Chantel Akrawi

1 min read

The honeymoon phase Is bees flying over the moon To reach the flowers, Filled with sweet nectar for them. This bond is what feels so right....

Poetry

Romance