queenofthorns
23/Bigender
I am Queen of thorns. I will walk to the roses and removes its thorn to find a right path. I love cats especially their personality and striking magnificent eyes. I love coffee that awaken my soul every morning. I love sweets that they can put you in blis
First time I saw you reminds me of flowers.
The moment I smell you it feels like I was in my garden.
You being fragile makes me want to protect you.
Just like a flower you can easily crushed.
Sometimes I can't even protect you to myself.
I hate myself for breaking you.
I can't even stop myself from loving you.
I love you and its not revelation.
I see your imperfection yet I still accept it.
You are still dashing beautiful.
I know you are looking for man not a woman.
Even if you ignore me and break my heart I can't even get over you.
He is gayish but a good friend.
I fell in love with a flower man.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
I saw a world in your eyes
Broken pillars, dilapidated buildings
Dead batteries, and broken ceilings.
I saw a painful burning empty sky
I saw little boys and girls cry
I saw all losses no winning,
Children death and soldier killings
I saw the pain inside your eyes.
I held you together from crumbling
And as the skies started to clear up
I saw volcanos reverse erupt
And the ground wasn't rumbling.
In my arms, you saw a future with me
And all I could see the seeds of a new tree.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
I'm still afraid
I can remember every detail
Of how my childhood derailed.
I remember the last moments
He was in the hospital bed
I could remember mum being there
As he lost more than just his hair
I could remember his cousin
Rapidly pressing the emergency button
I could remember the nurses yells
He was too sickly to hold a smile
But I could remember his eyes
As they start to turn white
And the shine start to taper off.
Mum in tears held my hand
As he breathes his final breath.
I don't tell people
Simply because it isn't a fun story
But I remember every detail
And I tell people I've forgotten.
Another time I remember seeing him
Hunched over the sink combing his hair
His once filled thick hair head
Reduced to tiny fuzz of what it was.
I don't tell people these stories
I tell them of my fun life
I tell them everything good
I make jokes constantly
And I tell myself I've forgotten.
Forgotten every detail...
People tell me I should refer to him
As dad.
But sadly I have no real fond memories.
And even with a full retention memory
I have no memories
Of any quality father son moments.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
I was made different,
Same brain, same race,
But I was different.
Same smile, same face,
But something was different.
I could never speak in sibilance,
Stuttering stressed sounds and somehow,
Learning to live with who I am now.
My parents told me to value honour and integrity,
But come eighteen years of age, they came begging me,
To fall on my knees and kiss the *** of my overlords,
Between finding me and growing up, I lost my vocal chords,
Never able to project my thoughts,
Because I was to afraid of projecting a rejected side of society,
I wasn't really being me.
I was like a car losing its tyres almost edging its rims,
I had all control over my working limbs,
But I never had a control of my voice and it seems,
That somehow as I grew up I started to fit into seams,
Never the thread to stick out from the patterns,
Always be the one to stand back and watch the shattered,
Picking up the pieces of their lives scattered.
I watched people fall like flies and flies fall like pollen,
And from all of it, the message that I have always gotten,
'Humans will never be perfect',
But it doesn't matter, perfection is mere mortals exaggeration,
Of what it really means to be you.
We live under the same sky, same blue,
So being perfect, simply means being you,
Able to voice your words and keep true,
That the message you're upholding is alive, because of you.
**You are you,
And you are perfect.**
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
The baby let out a scream,
WAHHHHH! no tears just sounds,
Oh how the baby was full of dreams,
Able to get anything she wanted it seems,
From the fish in the oceans to the fish in the seas,
And she couldn't even barely see...
The above part,
Was not of a demanding baby,
Nor a crying annoying baby,
But of a mothers heart.
A mothers heart,
Where gold sets apart,
And messages that impart,
Love can be shown at the start...
Drenched in sadness but never lacked a laugh,
She held her baby in her arms and continued the path,
Where creatures were under beds,
And monsters were in her head,
She held her baby in her arms and continue the path,
Where monsters hid in closets,
And baby lifted above her head like rockets,
With barely any strength or muscle in her arms,
She kept the baby from all the harm,
And made her soar into the sky like a rocket.
Indicative for the baby to figure out,
That in all certainty and without a doubt,
A baby can soar for its dreams,
And so it somehow seems,
Babies grow up to be people ,
Who are able to now see,
Just like you and me.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
I'm not scared,
I wont fall in love again.
I'm scared I will never fall in love like
that
again.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
I hope you miss me
The way I miss you
But I also hope you don't
Because I am miserable
And you deserve more
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
Sinister sibling of a spoon,
Merciless metal monster,
Trusting tenacious trident,
Impaling inwards.
Oh how I could trust a fork,
Till that one day,
When my older brother,
Impaled a fork,
Upon my soft skin.
Do I lose trust in the fork,
Or,
Do I lose trust in family?
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
You have my shawty.
You are so lucky.
I just look at him.
I can't have him.
There is no chance for me.
There is a chance for you.
I'm in ******* pain.
You're in ****** bliss.
Take care of him
Or else I'll get him.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
Past is bedrock and cannot be change.
It is foundation of present.
Present is a current adventure.
Perfect for planning a future.
Future is so bright hope for people.
A wishful path which is unknown.
Everyone had a bad memories.
Do they wish to die or to live?
Everyone wakes up for tomorrow.
Are they strong enough or fragile?
Mystery where no one knows.
Twisted fate of life is in our hands.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC