Quentin House

Quentin House Jan 2015

I'd give you my Heart.
And let you just hold it.
I'd give you my Soul.
But I already **Sold it.

Can you?

Quentin House Jan 2015

I lay; motionless and sad in my bed.
A giant wave of dreams and thoughts and ideas and plots wash over. Hell.
I'm thinking of every possible thing I could.
But as I push closer. And closer. And closer, on the edge of sleep. I think of you.
The memories I had.
The feelings I still have.
And how you said I was the worst of the worst.
And you didn't even realize your words hurt.
until my scars began to show. And now you're afraid of me.
Good; fear what you don't understand....

#hate #sadness #tears #memories #despair

Quentin House Jan 2015

Cold as Ice[10W]

A smile so warm.
But a heart so very
**Cold..

Quentin House Jan 2015

Metal as smooth as silk.

Sometimes, as I lay, a metal blade confined in my hand.
Covering the piece of steel is the tears of my body.
The crimson flow like a river high in a mountain.
Current so smooth even the lightest of touches can ruin the flow.
It hurts, but that hurt feels good.
As I engrave, sometimes I write a name or a face.
To remember what I once had.
And sometimes I cry;
**Faster than the river flows.

A very bland poem about my struggle

#cutting #hate #pain #lust #bleeding #pleasure

Quentin House Jan 2015

Am I an alien?

No one can understand, not even the people that say they do, I try and try and try to be perfect, I try my hardest if you will to fit in, but I can't.
I try to be popular, but it doesn't work that way.
All because I am Me..
Because I'm Bisexual, because I am short, because I have acne, because of how I dress, my shoes, my lifestyle, my choices, my thoughts.

Even my Scars
Who knew so much could define someone who is so little to this world.
I sure didn't.

A very serious rant on what I see as life, and why I am why I am.

#depression #sadness #scars

Quentin House Jan 2015

School.

School, a prison of useless knowledge and useless people who
Uselessly torment others, including me.
Vibrant colors fill the halls but to me it all seems gray.
My day is long, as my face. I sit to wonder.
"What is of this place?"
It's like a maze, but of the mind. Wandering aimlessly in hopes to find the exit, but even when I escape.
**I come back the next day

On a more personal note I do know School is not useless and because of school we have all that we do today from the brilliant men and women who work to advance our future. But this is just a 'vision' if you will of what I see every day in my high-school routine, and what I experience.

Quentin House Jan 2015

Life's crazy adventure.

Oh life, how you daze me.
Taking sharp turns, when I'm not buckled.
Accelerating as soon as I felt comfortable.
Giving me a bad hand, in the time of need.
Where are you taking me now?
Of course you don't tell. So I only wait, holding my breath as we begin onto our adventure.
please be gentle.

A story of what I see life to be. And what it's done to me

#life #sadness #reality