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Jude Quinn May 2019
I am
so close to the sun
I can see the wax coming off of my wings.

So close
that I can see the Earth from here;
see you giving a ****
about whatever is going on around you,
playing it cool when things around you are set ablaze.

So close that I'm past heaven
and can tell you the doors are officially closed.
So close that I'm wondering if there's a point to any of this ****.

Pardon me, friend
if I'm sounding rude to you,
but these are tough times
so it's time for tough words.

Twenty-five years and I'm still so naïve,
thinking that we were sharing this place.
Feeling like a kid left behind after class.

Sometimes it seems to me you give for a fact
there's gonna be a place for you to sleep at night,
so you go about your day
closing your eyes when things make you feel uncomfortable
pretending that's gonna drive them away,
believing that everyone else will figure this **** out.

I'm sorry
are we caring just too much?
Jude Quinn May 2019
I had a dream about love, oh boy...
About the many times it has slept on the floor.
Although it never was that kind to me,
Well, I couldn't help but feel sad.
It was me who put it there.

I met this girl last night, oh boy...
She was writing a book on how to end the war.
Although her words could make me cry.
Well, I just had to laugh,
If only so I could sleep that night.

Words have the nasty habit of haunting you in the dark.

I'd love to hear your voice.

////Sweet smell of coffee
Running around the house,
Waking the slumbering sun.
Got out of bed and served me a cup,
Then looking up, I noticed I was late.

Kissed my girl, found my keys,
Beat the moon going out.
Thought of dead when I got on the bus.
Then somebody said my name
And I got back into a dream////

I had a dream about love, oh boy...
9,125 days on Earth flashed in front of my eyes.
Although not every one of them was lovely,
I had to love them all.

Now I know how many days it takes to turn 25...

I'd love to hear your voice.
Jude Quinn May 2019
The sky in Mexico City is gray
cause the blue is rooted in the hearts of its citizens.
Here it's so easy to feel alone in public.

Sitting in subway cars
full to the brim with people,
dreaming with emptiness.

I thought I saw you
sitting in front of me,
but that was just some illusion
I caught
when the lights of the station
flashed on my eyes.
Jude Quinn May 2019
Lessons in romance and casual *** at a college campus.
It is so weird to want and lack,
It brings the heart down with desperation.
The ache of pause killing the soul
Crying on the shoulder of one time lovers and future memories.

Kiss me before I slip away, want me before the end comes, love me like I love you; forever here until I'm gone.

Goodbye my lover, goodbye my only one. My time is mine and can't waste it anymore.
Jude Quinn May 2019
I am lost, I have always been
and I expect to be for a long time.
To be lost has been a blessing;
it's been the gift of finding all to be
new, unfamiliar and exciting.

It is a terrifying feeling,
but it's the sort of terror
that precedes all the beautiful things in life;
it's the fear of loving every second after the fear
while knowing the seconds will run out.

It is a feeling of utter compassion
for all the love and pain to come
and the lessons to be learned from them.

It is a feeling of massive confusion and joy
and anxiety and desire
and hopelessness and hopefulness.

Yes, I am lost,
in fact, I'll soon be lost for 9,125 days.

My only wish is to add more days to the count
My 25th birthday will be in just a couple of weeks and I have to say I'm just excited to see what the next 25 might bring :)
Jude Quinn May 2019
We are the lovers looking for shelter from the rain
underneath the warmth of street lights.
We are the ones looking for rebellion  
in the beautiful hidden words beneath the eyes of our significant other.
We are the today dreaming the tomorrow.

The future will shine cause we wrote it so.
We cannot allow ourslevse to be lost in hopelessness.
From every fall we must rise up stronger than before.
Our duty is to turn the uncertainty on the horizon
into glorious golden age,
one verse at a time.
Jude Quinn May 2019
We have been sold a lie:
that there is one real truth.
In fact, there are many.
Some are pretty ugly
And are only true to ugly people,
Some are just pretty
And belong to everybody.
It is the first ones that pretend to be the only ones.
The second ones just are
cause they don't need to prove themselves, they are like the air,
They are there, you just haven't noticed.

Identifying them is easy:
If it has the word "Right" in it
And it reminds you the one next to you is a human being,
You can not go wrong.
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