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.

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

I always dreamt of being free.
But every time I broke the chains,
I handcuffed myself to sadness.
I am familiar with this blue entity,
Who suffocated my success.
But I will not pity myself
Anymore.
The point of these poems
Is to liberate me
From self-made chains.
I just want to help
You guys and myself too.
Because the pen is more powerful than the sword,
And I won’t duel with myself anymore.

If I could think
That would be great
But my brain just won’t comply.

If only I could create
Something useful
Too bad my brain is fried.

If I could pass my math test
That would be quite the miracle
But that’s another story
For another time
About how bad I am at math.

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.

Success can’t be achieved
I refuse to accept that
Giving up isn’t the answer
Every day it’s proved to me:
Happiness doesn’t truly remain
It’s a complete deceit that
I always have a choice
The reality is
I can’t get out of this hole I dug
I am by no means persuaded
“The sun rises after night.”
Or
“You must always keep trying.”
I really must declare
“Night never leaves.”
Since it is impossible
I could escape my pain.

Innocence
Never
Told me
How much
Pain there
Was in
The world.

I’m not insane.
I just won’t jump off a cliff
The second you do.

If anyone,
The insane one
Is you.

How monumental it will be
When humanity realizes
That what is now
Won’t forever be.

Are things simple
And I’m over-complicating them?
Or are things complicated
And I’m over-simplifying them.

Many people
Believe that things
Sometimes aren’t real enough.
They revel
In the objective,
They wish for things they can see.
Novelty
Is fun as long as it’s
Safe and tangible.
People believe what they can see,
And with all of this I disagree.

I revel in the imaginary.
I am afraid of what is real.
I wish for things
Only I can see
In my mind.
I despise the safe and tangible.
Guess I’m insane.

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.

Talking to you
Is like walking on thin ice
Covered in eggshells
And infested with mines.

I used to think that
Time ran slow as peanut butter
Just to annoy me.

I don’t think that anymore.
Now I think
Time speeds by like its trying to imitate The Flash
Just to annoy me.

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.

Hope is when
The sun rises high
When you don’t want it to.

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.

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.

Face the world
With your head up high.
That’s who I used to be.
That girl was fun
That girl was kind
That girl used to be me.

I faced the world
With my head held high
Until I saw things
I didn’t want to see.
That little girl
Is long gone now
But I miss her
Because she used to be free.

Moving fast
Through my day
I won’t slow down
Catch up to me.
I am a tornado
I am a flame
A hurricane
Of business.
——————————————-
Slow down
Be at peace
This life was never
A race to the end.
I am a snow flake,
Drifting down
Take my time
Before I hit the ground.

You wear faces like a mask
You hide feelings in a cask
Your countenance is set like stone
Sharp eyes, glass shards, to become renown.

People
Have a confounding ability
To hide our feelings
So much
That we no longer
Feel them.

Hope is our only salvation.
Money and power will get us nowhere.
We think we know so much
Until the wise tells us we don’t.
We are always afraid,
Whether we want to admit it or not.
I am not exempt from this population.
I am always afraid.
Afraid of failure.
Afraid of success.
Afraid that if I do well
You’ll expect it all the time.
I am afraid of not knowing-
You might be too.
So we pretend that we know what we don’t,
So we can have lies to lean on.

Logic
Seems so illogical
When you try
And justify
Your emotion.

I wish I could figure out people
They’re such a big mystery
I don’t know if it’s possible
We can study and learn our history
But we’re so complex, it is not plausible

A sad girl
Emptiness in her world
She never saw
The light in her.

A lonely boy
He never felt the joy
Of having someone to talk to
Until he found you.

As jumpy as a cat
Who runs away
At the sight
Of a single cloud
For the fear of rain.

I know
That there is no one to blame
But myself.
But I feel like
It is wrong
To put all the blame on me.
It might just be
Because I am myself,
And I do not wish to be the problem.
But it is the truth.
I am the problem.
Is it justified
To believe I am at fault
And to believe I am the problem
When I am?

Vague as it seems
My whimsical means
Of writing seems
To be working for me.

I’ve been down in the dumps
Been up in the sky
I’ve written about being stumped
And I’ve written of lies.

I’ve written of rhymes
And I’ve written of soul
Thank goodness my ideas aren’t drawn from a pool
I would’ve been dry by then!

A small flame
Can burn a forest
And send smoke billowing.
Just one small flame
On a melting candle.

I’m walking the line
I already lost what I thought was mine
And I’m walking the line
Catch me if I fall, my dear.
I can feel the wind up here.
In my hair.
On the tightrope
You only have one chance.
So I dance
I dance, my darling.
If I fall, won’t you catch
Me?

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.

Our problems
Seem so big
Until someone
With bigger problems
Tells us
About theirs.

This room is so crowded
I barely have space to breath.
People try and chat with me
Their sound resembling a buzzing bee-
I don’t know if it’s just me-
But I still feel incomprehensibly lonely.

“Don’t ever forget where you came from,”
She said to me.
She said,
“Don’t ever forget the twigs of your nest.”
At that point,
I didn’t understand.
Couldn’t I fly further
If I didn’t carry the weight of memories?
Then I realized
That I may not fly as far,
But if I never forgot her-if I never forgot those pieces of me-
I would never be lost.

I used to think
That the happiness
In life
Got ****** out
With age.
I always
Thought ignorance
Was bliss
And wisdom
Was a curse.
I kept screaming
“I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!”
Because knowledge
Is power
And with power
Comes pain.
But with power
Comes joy
And love.
With wisdom
Comes love
To be my lantern
In the night
Of pain.

Something about you
Just lays me to waste.
Something about you
Makes me bolt, run with haste.

Something about you
No matter how small
Always makes me tumble
Tumble and fall.

Isn’t it funny
That people always put so much effort in
Just to look effortless?
It’s kind of contradictory,
The way people work themselves like that.
Shouldn’t we be proud of
All the hard work we have done?
I am pretty sure we should,
But instead we are ashamed.
We are always ashamed that we struggle sometimes.
Isn’t it funny
That humans
Are always ashamed
To be human?

I don’t understand
Where you stand.
Are you on my side?
I don’t like being lied
To.

Being real is scary
Because I am scary
And it’s scary to scare someone else
With just real me
Because truth strikes fear
Into the ignorant
And I am still ignorant
Of many things.

We live
We cry
We fall
We smile.

We topple down,
We knock others down,
But we grow
And grow
And grow
Until we tower above skyscrapers
A universe above the Empire State.

Bask in your light.
Grow.
I’ll meet you on the moon
Where we can chat with the sun,
Higher than we’ve ever been.

The snow is a white blanket.
Life is a torrential sea.
Living is piloting an airplane during a blizzard.
Still water is a mirror.
The girl was a lioness
Regal and sleek.
Metaphor is the Voyager Golden Record
Of humanity.

I recognize
Your inner face
Your memory
Is not erased
Your disposition
Ever shifting
But your inner face
Will never change.

Peace is overrated
My mind cannot be sated
Writing’s like puking rainbows
I don’t even know what I’m writing about now.
Maybe I’m just getting words to rhyme now
Guess it seems I’m sinking down low
But there’s so much I need to say so
Rhyming’s getting a bit harder.

I can’t let it get too long yet
Because then people
Won’t care to read it.
But I need you people to read this,
Because I’m screaming
My ******* up ****-I mean crap.

If I knew how to write a song I
Would be writing
Until I almost died.
But I guess it would be better
To just be poetic
And not worry how it sounds.

It probably took you quite a while
For you to read this
I am still unsure what I’m writing
I think I need a hint.

I am sick
Of everything
Being the same.
I am sick
Of people lying
And lying
And lying to me.
I am sick of having to tell
People what they want to hear.

I am sick
So sick
Don’t come near me
I’m contagious.

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

Always drowned out by darkness.
I will never let myself be
Happy and at peace.
I am currently
Tortured and in pain.
I am not always
Okay now.
I am finally
Drowned out so no one can get close.
I don’t want to be
The girl who is ignorant.
I am not
Peaceful and serene.

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.

Start
Try again
Give up
Try again
Start
Rip yourself apart
Give up
Try again.

You try
So hard
You’re life
Is no longer yours.
Burnt out
You want to quit
But you can’t
No you can’t
Until you reach perfection.