quinton-weston
American
I love to think of myself as a word artist.my favorite type of poetry is slam,but I really want to expand my horizons.I like writing about love,humanity,the power of words....i guess thats kinda cliche but their are only so many things one can write about
I sit here.Hunched over my computer computing
What will become of me?
This lonely mess of an almost man is mostly at wits end
But just when it counts
Like blanking out on a test that can’t be redone
Its no one’s fault
But all my fault
Though statistics say you can only fail just so much
But just enough to feel like maybe just one more try
Just one more try
Which turns into two
Three
Four
Then You find yourself counting backwards
Waiting for time to be up
So you can hand in your paper
So you can convince yourself its the way it had to be
Or at least the way it is
You look at it objectively
You omit words like I and feel
So you can still sleep at night
Or at least not cry in plane sight
So you can still fight
Just one more time
One more time away from oblivion
Cause one is all you need
For its the last step that kills you
That throws you from that cliff
That precipice
From wince you can never return
So i make sure i’m always one step behind
That fine line
Between giving in
And getting up
But eventually you get tired
Of standing. Disappointed.With nothing much to show for it
But a pat on the back and a better luck next time
With that hope in your eyes
But it hurts,almost like sand
Till the tears dissolve it
and all thats left is a brutal reality
Thats must worse than we deserve
But then you look at it objectively
And know.It must be just what you deserve
Which is too much for all the kind words in the world to reverse
So I stand.
Counting forwards.
Counting backwards
But always stopping at one
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
When your voice shakes,it may mean you have something powerful to say
Don’t betray yourself by stifling your soul
The world is so small,and life so short
we take so many breathes only to sleep
And waste so many more pretending to be
Anything
So why not use This one
Or this one
To say something important
You already know what it is
That thing your body hesitates to reiterate from your brain
Whatever it may be,say it anyway
Even if your feet quake
Your voice shakes
Or your heart breaks
At least you had something to say
Many don’t even become that great
And that absolute truth for you
May just open the gates
To a reality you’d never imagined you’d face
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
You say you can't write a line?
let me take you under my wing
Let me teach you how to rhyme
no it is not a crime,you'll shine
and in time
you'll compose lines and lines
long enough to knit a scarf with
it'll trail behind you as a monument to your greatness
clothes not really your taste kid?
don't worry cause thats not all you can make
shiiiiit
we can make it into your favorite
steaks on plates or halls of fame
its so close you can taste it
so just be patient
as we break down your hesitation
while we direct you to the angle you will soon be facing
a college cultural center
a crowded barroom basement
anywhere which you can make a statement
it doesn't matter if its abrasive
normally regarded tasteless
as long as its something that you created
i don't know how long it will take kid
for time does not measure greatness
however i will say this
if you keep working on your craft
it will transform into a spaceship
to be honest it will be a while before i build my own
but that don't mean we can't hone our words strong enough to cut the fuel with
so say you can't make poetry again
for i am determined to show you that you can
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
We don’t know what dreams are…Scientifically
But we know what dreams are
When we first wake,we know exactly what they are
In the cold sweat of a nightmare
Or the soft embrace of a perfect dream
It all seems too real
Fantasies and disasters play and replay in our mind
In the middle of the night
we close our eyes and see
A world that seems right until we wake at dawns light
A place of extremes and discrete details
So real we could swear they occurred
If only for a moment
Though truly thats all we need
For that second of disappointment or relief defines us
Tells us what we really want
But does that explain what dreams really are?
Now thats a question for your mind at dawns early light
If you have the mind to ask yourself at such a haunting time
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
Tender hearts hurt most
blood seeps from the most neutral touch
most recognize their fragility
But not all have sympathy
For many have hardened their hearts to survive
“so why not they?”
“why should they be spared the pain?”
again and again the heart beats,whether calloused or not
All are fraught with misery
Both the tender and hard-hearted
which proves that neither by design has been harder fought
All hearts strive to beat,and despise being beaten
And all deserve reprieve from their degree of weeping
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 12:15 AM UTC
Tender hearts hurt most
blood seeps from the most neutral touch
most recognize their fragility
But not all have sympathy
For many have hardened their hearts to survive
“so why not they?”
“why should they be spared the pain?”
again and again the heart beats,whether calloused or not
All are fraught with misery
Both the tender and hard-hearted
which proves that neither by design has been harder fought
All hearts strive to beat,and despise being beaten
And all deserve reprieve from their degree of weeping
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 12:14 AM UTC
File my heart under fragile
For it hasn’t been handled with care for so long
That I forget it wasn’t made to withstand such torture
The brochure that came in the box said “no warrantee available”
And that didn’t seem a problem since it wasn’t too tangible
But that in no my made its protection manageable
See it has this defect where it attaches to people it deems loveable
But its assessments are usually miserable
The results of such endeavors seem ironically laughable
And in the end it sits in a stagnant pool of blood and tears
I stir it like a fool would, and drain it when its too full
But it doesn’t stop from making the same mistakes
This stupid piece of flesh I hate twists when I seem right as rain
Theirs no warrantee, no cash back, no trade
So what happens when it finally breaks?
Well its obvious and it gives me shakes
But I rake in all the love I can
Hoping to be a better man
Despite this heart that hurts too much
Trusts too much
That seems to be best at collecting dust
In hopes that I can keep it going as long as possible
Even through making attachments that aren’t too logical
For it could **** me to bear it
But I really wish to share it
So if I perish in the process, I guess its my fault
For putting it in harms way, when I really know better
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
Everybody hurts just a little too much
Everybody hurts but it's never enough
It's wonderful to fall; let's love and risk it all
The call to relief overwhelms us
Because we hurt a lot, and we want it to stop
Love is like a rock in the fall
Cool to the touch, but rough when struck blunt
And when struck it wakes us up
Then drenched in sweat we can’t ignore
Not the wound, nor its source
It was love that slammed itself into us
And nearly comatose from its ****** we rebound with distrust
Forevermore we step back, waiting out the strike
Living in timidity of future loves of our lives
For if we commit to love too much, then the strike could destroy us
So we love with half a heart, so as not to be hurt.
So we live safe as we move from stone to stone
But I think we should grab it tight, despite what we fear
I'd rather love just a little too much.
Not enough to prematurely erode the stone
But enough to never slip my hold
So much so that it will only drop if I choose to let it go
Yes it hurts to grab it tight
And it hurts to feel the strike
But holding on firmly is the only way to be sure
Sure its not a flight response
Sure its really what we want
For what gives us our most lumps,may be what’s best for us
Living in fear will always hold us back
So I hold a little too tight
Thinking maybe you might reciprocate and smile
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 9:06 PM UTC
I used to scream and shout. ya see I had to get them out.
I could never get them right.so I felt some odd delight in grabbing their attention In the warmth of that spotlight.
I didn’t care if I was an octave too high, because I had their eyes, I had their ears.
I wanted to move them to tears, so they could feel how I feel,
then I wouldn’t feel so bad.
I wanted an avenue for attention. Why not? I’ll be the only one on the stage.
I’d think, “look at me here” and “all I want is for you to look and hear”
but that’s so childish, so selfish, so not what I wanted to be
so I needed a new reason to write and to speak.
And I’ll admit some of that selfishness is still there, but I’m prepared to do much more than just make people see me.
I want to inspire the next needy artist
I want people when they think of me to want to work their hardest.
True I want people to fall in love with my words,
but I want the lines and verbs to do more than just impress.
I want them to absorb what I’m speaking. I want them to speak back.
I Want to see what you have to say just to see if maybe it’ll affect me too.
And if you do maybe we can sit and talk for a few.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 9:03 PM UTC
Our world falls down like a house of cards.
And again were forced to build it back up but its never the same.
We forget the ace, the eight, and a few of the spades. And it makes a difference.
We become indifferent to each others pain at times
And time again we retreat to a false sense of intimacy.
Which fools us into thinking we love each other
Not to say we don’t love one another but ****
Why must it always take a trip to the bedroom to feel better?
I mean yeah its an attention grabber
and hell yeah I’m a go getter but
I’d sooner believe it was butter before I think the phrase I uttered to you
or you uttered to me had any real meaning,
least not while were squirming under the sheets ; only there cause it seems the right place to be
WELL JEEZE maybe you shouldn’t ask me my opinion if its hard to swallow.
do you want the red one or the blue one?
The one that makes you forget
or the one that makes you admit that nothing’s perfect, least of all us.
Way too fragile to ignore the wind
We got to make sure this house doesn’t come down again.
Better yet tear it down now (blows)
For we need a better foundation.
You want satisfaction?
Have a little patience
for every time we rebuild we go a little higher which means if we don’t fix this soon it could all come tumbling down….hard.
and we’ll end up suffocated
beneath the cards
and the ********
And the longing
And the tension will do nothing but **** us.
So lets not rush through this.
Just a little bit at a time.
Level by level
Emotion by emotion
Trust by trust.
Love by love.
Card by card.
and if we keep at it not only will we set a world record
but our skyscraper will scratch the heavens
and more than anyone else will leave each other breathless.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC