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Jude Quinn Jul 2022
"Pleasure sleeps in the same bed as pain"
So I'm told, but to tell the truth
I don't know if that's a world
Worth living through.

We poets are bad role models.
Burn all your love poems before you fall in love again.
Don't go around taking advice from the dead.

Honey Girl,
There are already too many bruises in your soul
Maybe it's time to give up control and just drift.
The current is always kind to rose blossoms.
Besides, the world is ending,
So we might as well try to find some happiness
In this mess.

We're far too young to care about the past
And far too old to care about the future

I'll gift you my Shakespeare plays,
So you can cut them into pieces.
I'll keep my cane, though.
I'm not ready to break it yet.

The land of the living might be beautiful,
But beauty never meant much to me.
Jude Quinn Jun 2022
When this room disappears,
you'll be gone.
You may excuse me then,
if I stay for another drink.

////This is my emotional growth now////

I tried to deconstruct my self,
but I found so little,
it was easier
to start from the ground-up.

I'm building
the end of the world,
one mistake
at a time.
(The plastic pleasures
never much appealed to me.)

Tomorrow, I'll talk to God.
Tonight, I only wish to feel your skin.
Jude Quinn Jun 2022
Air
If you can hear me,
It's because we share the same air.
Our words live in that which we breathe.

I've lived on your lips,
As you've lived on mine.

We are lovers
Even if it's just for an instant
In a phrase shared
Behind a coffee cup.
Jude Quinn Jun 2022
Open me in half
And you'll find plastic in my lungs
And concrete in my stomach.
It's good to know
After I'm gone
You'll still linger around,
Even if you're just a corpse.

Tell me we are no longer human;
We are consumers,
We are citizens.

And all the angels know,
And all the devils know,
We won't change any time soon.

I want to hurt you,
I want you to hurt me.
I want to curl my hands round your neck
And see the life run away from you
Like you made me run away too.

I felt your shadow while we were making love
And I cried.

I felt your shadow
And I wonder if you can feel my heartbeat.
I'm just as lost as you,
But we all forget
Everyone else is hurting too;
That makes it easy

To open people in half.
Jude Quinn Jun 2022
I've seen people who claim
not to suffer
cry in hotel bathrooms.
To be born without a heart
is merely practical, not fulfilling.

Those who suffer
have an eye for suffering.

As I've gotten older
I've come to understand
life is an exchange;
you lose something,
you get something.

That's a simple deal,
but no one tells you what to do
when something gets back.

Now you're stuck with an old friend
while you're a new you.
You love him,
but you can't stand him.

Guess I'm sorry for growing up.

But **** it,
give me my ghosts
and let them haunt me.
I'm sick and tired of numbing pain.

A gun only stops shooting when you stop reloading it.
Otherwise you've got generational trauma.

**** people who use their pain
as an excuse to hurt someone else.
**** saying pain made you who you are.
Those who glorify pain haven't healed from it.

We're all in a rush
to be disqualified from being human.
I envy those who are comfortable
with that position.
At least they've found something to hold onto.

Guess the rest of use just have to start over.
Call it a Perestroika of the heart,
call it tearing down the walls,
or don't call it anything.

Only thing that matters is to stop the bullet.
Jude Quinn May 2022
We are all kids
Looking through windows,
Wondering if someone could come out and play with us.
But no one ever does.

I'll burn the forest with your hair
And bend my soul with your lips,
Cause I'm just waiting
For the day I can see you
Without worrying about who's seeing you too.

You got me fighting with my ego.
I never thought I'd feel so lost
Without me.
How does one hold on and let go
At the same time?

Maybe you'll tell me in your heartbeat
I'll keep my head close to your chest,
When we go to sleep.
Jude Quinn May 2022
I'm very afraid that one day
You'd say you've had enough of me,
That you'll take your things
And move on.

I'm sorry that I think such things.

I've learned a lot about letting go,
But I'm new to holding on.

I educated myself through
Hopeless romantics
That taught me
Life isn't much without pain,
But they never taught me
What to do when pain is gone.

Please don't let me
Push you away.

You are my new teacher
And my heart is yearning to learn
How to feel without fear.
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