Meet me where
The moonbeams grow
And the sun likes to stop and chat.

Meet me where
The smiles prance
Through lush fields of poppies and grass.

If you never come to see me
If you never come to see,
I’ll meet you wherever you are
Wherever, whenever, you are.

I like making up stories.
They let me be someone else for a while.
I don’t write them down.
They are too day-to-day.
There isn’t a conflict.
I don’t want conflict.
I just want to be peaceful for a while.

I want you to trust me.
Do you?
Please, because I trust you.

You want me to trust you?
But you don’t trust me,
And I’ll never trust you.

Pretty lies
Poisoned candy
Try and deceive me
One more time.

Manipulation
Stuck in a maze,
Try and control me
One more time.

You want power,
I have what you want.
Try and use me,
One more time.

You will lose.
Every.
Single.
Time.

I remember you,
We talked for a while,
You said that I make you nervous,
Did I ever tell you
That you made me nervous too?

I remember you,
You were new to the school,
I was trying to be kind.
Do you remember me?

Running
Don’t look back
You can’t look back.
Rain
Runs down your cheeks
In rivulets
They mix
With your tears
Because you’re running away again.
You’re always running.
You hear the voices behind you.
You ignore them.
You can’t go back.
You can never go back.

Are you okay?
You always say:
I’m FINE!
Do you want me to believe you?
I try to help,
But you just push me away.
I don’t know
What you want
From me.
Just tell me.
I just want to help you.
I just want to soothe your pain.
All I want is for you
To be happy again.

Where are you
When I need you?

The future looks
So much brighter,
Is it really
As it seems?
Does your burden
Really get lighter
Or as you get older
Do you break at the seams?
All I want
Is to be free.
But will age
Be ties and tethers
For me?

Am I wood?
Sturdy but burns?
Am I glass?
Pretty but broken?
Am I metal?
Hardy but rusted?
Am I paper?
Pristine but fragile?
What am I?

The world is so weird.
These trees keep on waving at me,
And the wind is whistling while it works.
But seriously,
The world is so weird!
Like
Why is the sun beaming at me?
How can a sun beam?
Does it even have a face?
How can a moon have a face?
Gosh, the world is so WEIRD!

What’s your favorite color?
I want to know everything
That I don’t know about you.
Where did you get your middle name?
Where were you born?
I don’t mean to intrude,
It’s just I want to learn
About you.
I want to learn
You.

Wake up...
                                                           ­              I know you’re there...
                                            Malia...
   ­                     WAKE UP...
                                                           Please...
      I miss you...
                                                          ­                      Are you here...?
                              Come back....
          
                                                       People need you...
            I need you...

My life
Is a plane
On downward trajectory.
I’m going somewhere
Down there.
I don’t wanna crash&burn.
But right now,
I’m crash&burningout.
Help me
Because I don’t think
I can pull up
In time.

I miss
Everything
I can never have.
I miss
Everything
I never had.

Questions are dancing in my skull.
So many
So many more.
Inquiry
Is my best friend
But if curiosity
Killed the cat
I’ll be dead
Soon enough.

You smile when it rains,
You laugh when the skies turn grey,
When life gives you lemons,
You **** on them.

When the clouds clear up,
And the skies turn blue,
It doesn’t matter to me,
Because I’m with you.
I’m with you.

Hello?
Is anyone here?
I’m missing
Someone.
You know
Who you are.
Is this room empty?
I am too.
Like this room.

I am always lost.
I am so lost,
I’ve lost myself.
I am always
Lost in the future,
And I’ve lost
Knowing what I’ve lost
Because I’m so lost
I don’t even know
What I got
left to lose.

I lie.
Then I lie
To cover up my lie
With a lie.

All these lies
Are stifling
But I can never say
The truth.

You won’t
Accept
My truth.

Why would you?
I lie too much.

Sometimes
I feel like everything
I say
Is held against me.

I wonder
Why you wonder
I don’t say anything
Anymore.

I can’t
Tell you anything
Anymore.

I haven’t written poems in a week,
That’s enough to make me freak,
But HePo wouldn’t work,
It made me go berserk
I think it may need some tweaks.

I make these poems
Because I need
Someone to just
Hear me out
For once.

Even if
That person
Is a stranger
I am just glad
Someone is listening
To me for once.

Who
Are
You?

I
Don’t
Know.

Why?

I
Don’t
Know.

Where
Did
You
Go?

Somewhere
You’ll
Never
Find.

I don’t think you realize
The direness of this.
Do you realize what you’ve done?
I am a person,
Not paper.
But you ripped me to shreds anyway.

Lost in a lock of confusion.
Misunderstanding is our demise.
What isn’t made of logic and facts,
We belittle, ignore, and despise.

What we see we don’t always believe,
Because we only let ourselves see what we want to,
To change someone’s mind is like
Trying to tip over the Rocky Mountains
With your bare hands.

I hear your shouts,
Your screams,
Your cries,
Your yells.

I used to scream
But I stopped.
Because no one ever heard me.
I thought I would never be heard.
So I gave up.

I really hope you don’t give up.
Because I hear you.
You are heard.

There is a poster
On the cracked brick wall
“Have you seen her?”
A picture of me
On the flyer
Taped to the wall.

“No.”
I think
“I haven’t.”

She cut
And cut
And dug
Deep inside her skin.

But all
That ever poured out
Was ink
Flowing night.

Sun tell me why
I can’t see the light
In all you illuminate
The darkness shining through.

Moon tell me why
I can’t find the peace
That you glow with every night
Cutting a hole in the blackness.

Stars tell me why
I haven’t found my lucky one yet
Tell me why
Your sparkle seems to evade my eyes
Your glimmer shining dull
Next to the missing piece of me.

I am writer
Who wishes to be written
My writes are futile
None of them give to me
What I always wanted:
A story.
But I can’t seem to find
The theme hidden deep
In this encoded book
Of mine.
My plot has so many holes
I don’t even know
If my story
Ever existed.

Time doesn’t pass,
It rushes.
Or strolls or flows or speeds.
Times like these deserve better words.

Mister Mister over there
You burn holes with that stare
From a smolder to ice cold,
Your eyes are haunting, beautiful, and bold.

Mister Mister come over here
Moth to a fire, painful sear.
I’ve always wanted what I can’t have,
Is it so good if it’s so bad?

Mister Mister seems you have made
A 1000 words I have to say,
What drama may ensue
Ever since I’ve noticed you.

Unsaid words
Say more than sound.
I hear them everywhere
Lurking around.

But still they linger
On the tip of the tongue
A silent Ringer
Instead bringing demise.

They destroy worlds,
And hearts
And people.

These unsaid words have the power I do not hold.

I need help.
You guys tell me what to do.
My best friend cuts herself
And I can’t understand.
Make me understand.
I don’t know how to help her.
I think she needs my help.
But I don’t know how.
For all those who have cut before,
What did you wish someone did for you?
I need to do that for her.

You are
Encrypted code.
You are
A locked door
Without a lock.
You are
A fossil under
Layers of stone.

I am too.

I just wish I wasn’t.

Do you wish that too?

I am always afraid.
I would be lying if I said
I am brave and courageous.
I believe that
Fear dictates my life.
I cannot accept the fact that
I don’t need to be scared.
Every day I feel like
I am doing everything wrong.
You will never hear me say
I am awesome.
I have always thought
I am a failure.
It is absolute lie:
I have a reserved spot in heaven.

Remember when the sun shines bright
It is at it’s full potential height.
But when it’s light can reach us here,
It takes thousands of days, months, years.
Looking down at our puny planet,
Fill our seas with your life essence.
Must you take so long?

I am your future.
You are my past.
Walking past,
Like I am just another person.
But your eyes flicker toward me.
A half of a second,
Not even.
But that’s all it takes.
We are each other’s time.
You are mine.
I am yours.
Time passes.
Our hands touch as we brush past.

Overhear
Do you hear
Me?
Are you hear?
I mean here.
Are you here?
Can you here me?
Hear me
Sear me
Mirror me.

Who do you exist for?
Your family, friend or lover?
But I exist for no one.
Yet.
I wish to meet the person
That could change my mind.

I worry people will begin to see me one day.
Yet at the same time, I want people to see me.
I want them to acknowledge my existence.
But I fear they will know why I exist.
How I exist.
I fear I will be condemned to a hell of confusion.
But I am not confused.
They will be when they see me.
They don’t understand me.

Nothing good happens to those who aren’t understood.

I was having a bad day,
Then I saw you come along.
You gave me a flower to remember you by.
I did.

I never forgot that flower.
A crimson rose at bloom.
That flower was a trap, although,
For my certain doom.

You left me with a flower,
It’s petals as dark as blood.
They became my heart,
Dark and shriveled as time went on.

I am water
You are ice.
You freeze me to the bone.
Even when I’m right next to me,
You make me feel alone.

A look can do so much
When words fail to portray
Hidden thoughts and feelings
You feel from day-to-day.

That smile that you gave
To the man with a painted frown,
He smiled back,
Because you turned his day around.

That look of empathy,
You gave that girl who felt alone,
It made her feel not so alone
After years of isolation.

That glare you gave that person,
Because they were very different from you,
You made them feel hated,
Like they didn’t deserve love.

Use looks wisely.

I like to make up stories.
Somewhere I wish I could be.
I always gave myself a new name.

1. Quinn
This one is quite obvious. It is my pen name. It sounds adventurous. I want to have adventures. Yet I still don’t.

2. Noah
Noah and the ark.

3. Peter
It sounds innocent. What I wish I was.

4. Liam
Idk, it’s just a good name.

5. Winter
This could be both genders. I think it suits a girl best. Or a boy. Whichever. Well, anyways, it sounds super cool! (Pun intended.)

6. Kaelynn
It sounds fun, and it rhymes with Quinn!

7.  Allesandria
It sounds exhilarating. I think it’s the Spanish version of Alexandria. I probably spelt it wrong.

What I can’t see
Doesn’t scare me!
I want to see
It anyway.
Curiosity
Drives me,
Not fear.
Or maybe it does.
Yes, yes, it does.