Q - Hello Poetry

Q May 2013

Drown me in a sea
Of your affection
Raise me on a cloud
And send me in any direction

Hold me in your arms
Chase away the nightmares
Release me into joy
In a land of light with no fear

And I'll hold you
I'll love you more than I thought I could
I'll see this relationship through
I'll love you just the way I should
I'll keep you closer
Than I ever thought you'd be
And we'll stay this way
For blissful eternity

Show me all the little things
That I would never notice alone
Present me to the outdoors
Then take me back home

Fly me to ethereal realities
And watch me explore them like a child
Take me where you wish me to be
Reveal my true self: free and wild

And I'll hold you
I'll love you more than I thought I could
I'll see this relationship through
I'll love you just the way I should
I'll keep you closer
Than I ever thought you'd be
And we'll stay this way
For blissful eternity

And we'll stay this way
For blissful eternity...

Q May 2013

This World

We live in everyday
Where beauty is a must
To garner respect
And kindness is all but non-existent
And character is expected to be genuinely fake
Where one must subtly give less than they take
Where all is fair if you're not caught
And the bad ones are good
And the good ones are not
And the people live in fear
Yet they aren't aware
Where the children dream of bells
Trudge to the next class
Until someone rebels
Fire, smoke, then ash
And we live here daily
And we search to be happy
Yet how can we be
If this wasteland is our home?
Happiness is a state of mind
That the mind itself rarely recognizes
And so we'll search for what we've already got
And find it we will?
No, find it we'll not.

Q Apr 2013

Inadequate

I'll climb the highest mountain
To prove my worth
And yet and still
I am inadequate

I'll walk across lava
As testament to my bravery
And yet and still
I am incompetent

I'd do many things
So foolish just to please
Just to be judged
And not found wanting

And you'll judge me
Knowing you too will be judged
And yet and still
You find me lacking

And I am lacking
I am not unique
You won't see me in the window
With all the timeless antiques

You won't catch me and feel proud
Because I'm not short of supply
And I'm not high in demand
As I do not satisfy

I am but the inadequate
As quantifull as air
As unique as dirt
Nothing special by any means

I don't make the quota
I'm not significant or memorable
I'm not the one
I'm not an exclusive individual

I'm not much at all
There's nothing to see
Don't look for diamonds
In this rough of inadequacy.

Q Apr 2013

The Classy Lady Series: The Walk

Click, click, click, click
Precise and unhurried steps.
Standing tall and straight.
Always knowing where you'll step next.

Click, click, click, click
Whether in pants or a dress
Step with confidence and elegance
Remember you're the best of the best

Click, click, click, click
Now subtly sway those hips
Walk briskly but leisurely
Coy smile high on your lips

Click, click, click, click*
You're now walking the walk
Sophistication in every step
Next is to learn the talk

Welcome again to The Classy Lady Series. This is the second installment, the next installment is "The Classy Lady Series: The Talk".

Q Apr 2013

The Classy Lady Series: Class Is An Art

I'll cut out my bad habits
It's time to be classy
Sit straight
Be polite
No anger

Be classy

Small smiles
Small laughs
Genuine
Dressed to the nines
At all times

Be classy

Heels
Scarves
Sunglasses
And gloves
Unique and stylish

Be classy

A right socialite
A Queen who plays the part
A Goddess of a lady
Love, Class is an art.

Welcome to The Classy Lady Series. The next installment is "The Classy Lady Series: The Walk".

Q Apr 2013

Misophonia

Some days, I wish I was deaf
I wish I couldn't hear
So that people could make their routine sounds
And my mind would stay clear

'Misophonia' they call it
It's driving me insane
A hum, a chew, a noise
Replaying in my brain

I can't abide people
Because they'll make a sound
And just like that my good mood
Crashes to the ground

Misophonia, they call it
Misophonia, I hate my ears
They pick up every single noise
I wish I couldn't hear

*Misophonia, literally “hatred of sound”, is a form of decreased sound tolerance. It is believed[1] to be a neurological disorder characterized by negative experiences resulting only from specific sounds, whether loud or soft.

Made for Misophonia awareness. I have misophonia, most people don't take it seriously but it really hinders my everyday life.

Q Apr 2013

Pandemonium

There is chaos here
Inside my head
Quit trying to analyze me
You won't get me any more than I do
Just ask and I'll tell you all I know:

I am pandemonium
Absolutely insane
At times I am one way
At others I am another
Sometimes I can't remember what I've done
Where I've been
Who I am

I am anarchy
The rebel yell
A superior genus of rage
My anger is endless
But I can't let it show
Unless someone feels to close
I won't let it free

I am ugly
Appearance
Personality
Thoughts
I am hideous
And I wake to the knowledge daily

I am bitter
I let my wounds fester
And when the seep with the unresolved
They are the fuel I use
To snap out at those who try to know me
Stay away

I am desperate
After my fangs have ripped you open
Put yourself together
And reach out again
And I'll follow
Like the dog Life's made me into
Never again will I bite
The hand that feeds me

I am greedy
It's yours, so I want it
And if I can't have it
I am jealous
I am green
I am murderous
Give. It. Here.

I am hateful
They say they are ugly
They say that to me
How?
Can they not see my face?
Who's ugly, compared to this?
I hate them.

See?
I've told you all about me
Why you'd want to know? I've no idea.
There's more, of course
But I've disgusted you enough for the day
Now shoo
Go away
Or I'll bite
I'll kick
I'll scratch
How dare you try to get close?
I won't show you how I actually feel!
I wear this smile- even through the tears

And when you enter my room
And see me strung from the ceiling
Eyes ever open in death
I'll still be smiling
Like the insane girl I am
As testament to
The pandemonium inside me.