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844 · Dec 2017
I Hate The Snow
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
I hate the snow
Each flake elegantly dancing their way down the sky
Slowly drifting in which direction they please to
Leaving cold stings across my face

I hate the snow
Each flake containing an intricate hidden design
Millions of masterpieces laid across the streets
Only to be melted away
4-13-12-8
I might try other poems with similar syllables because I enjoy random math things
Quinntin Bravo Jun 2018
the ice cube
melting in my tea.
the condensation
dripping down the side
of the cup.
the sun
casts a pink and orange
gradient
against the sky
laying across the land
mimicking me
laying
across my bed.
the sound of my breathing
creeps
under my headphones.
the sun
soon becoming too heavy
to keep itself up
sinks
below my view
as I
sink
into a
deep
sleep.
Another more positive poem. Definitely more relaxed than most of my others. Sorry for posting a bunch of garbage poems, but I haven't post what I've previously worked on in a while
639 · Jun 2018
Stomach Ache
Quinntin Bravo Jun 2018
I feel sick to my stomach
I feel like throwing up these words
bottled up inside
but all I do
is gag
on the feeling of fear
leaving a bitter taste in my mouth

I don't want to eat
I just want to eat away the pain
wash away the fear
with bubbly sugars
filling my sensations
overloading myself
with stimulations
but
it's never enough
Why won't these feelings go away
Quinntin Bravo Jan 2018
sometimes I just feel broken
unable to move
useless
and all I ever want to just do
is just be gone
let it all end
my heart is empty
my mind is empty
I am empty
A feeling that somehow keeps returning to me
448 · Dec 2017
12:58 AM
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
cold pizza
orange soda
bright lights
dark room
big heart
empty feeling
419 · Dec 2017
4:48
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
It’s 4:48
Woke up in confusion
Fell asleep late
Remembering my delusions
But forgot what I ate
As much as I try not to
I think of what I hate

About myself
Was going to write a second stanza, but lost the candid emotion and started focusing on rhyming and such instead.
383 · Dec 2017
The End of the Storm
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
Tidal waves of noise crashing
A brief silence followed by another
The silences were short and abrupt
No matter what he did
The noise was too loud
Attempts to block it out only seemed to make it louder

He smiled at the peak of it all
   Inhale
      Exhale
This time was different
As the waves came crashing down
He no longer heard static
Instead he heard a symphony
Perspective changes the rules of the game that you're oh so familiar to.
368 · Dec 2017
Her
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
Her
Within her eyes
I’m seeing more
A happy life
Family of four
Seeing beyond time
Caught in my feels
Always on my mind
But is it real
I like the concept
But not who you are
I have to accept
My visions being far
A poem that I thought of while listening to the song "Her" by Pluto
366 · Dec 2017
The Broken Vent
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
I’m trying too hard
But I’m not trying hard enough
Confused
On what I should and shouldn’t do
Conflicted
On my emotions towards others
And towards myself

I love
Then I hate that I love
I wonder if I truly love
Or if I just want love
Desperate
To have that love from someone else
And for that love to be mutual

Repetition
Everything I’m going through
I’ve already been through
Questioning
Whether or not it’ll go through again
Expecting something different
Hoping for something different
It feels good to have taken the emotions out of me and put them onto a paper
Wishing that they'd never come back
Quinntin Bravo Jan 2018
poetry is someone's pure emotion
poured onto the page
beyond what's apparent

poetry is an orchestra of words
playing a symphony
that only certain people can hear

poetry is for yourself
for others
or for no one at all

poetry can be self reflection
or self deprecation
poetry just is
I just started my poetry class this semester, and I was given this question the first day. This poem was my response to it. I'd also love to hear other's responses as well
311 · Jun 2018
Dylariela
Quinntin Bravo Jun 2018
The sweet taste of salt fills my mouth
Two dried streaks
Of something that never happened
Of something I wanted us to be
But it turns out to be
That you see
Something different
Three simple words
Stinging like a kiss
That I wasn’t able to have
What did your "I love you" really mean?
310 · Jun 2018
Together
Quinntin Bravo Jun 2018
We'll go skydiving together
And not think about the future
Quickly plunging into
A new life

We'll travel together
And see the world
Letting the past
Melt behind us

We'll be us
With no fears of future
With no hauntings of history
Together
I believe my first poem written out of pure happiness, so I definitely want to remember it
286 · Dec 2017
Unspoken Words
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
It’s those words that I’m afraid of the most
The ones you haven’t yet spoken
Latching onto me like the veins that run through me
Circulating through me again and again
******* both my time and emotions out of me
Sooner than I can process, one grows into a swarm
Making it impossible to resist the current
But once I seem to be drowned by the flood
Once I’m on my last few breaths
Everything drains
Left with not even a drop
280 · Dec 2017
Meaning
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
Everything means nothing
Nothing means anything
Anything can have meaning
Meaning various by person

I mean nothing
You mean everything
but you'll never know what you mean to me
244 · Jun 2018
a cold wisp
Quinntin Bravo Jun 2018
I felt the cold wind
wisp past me
leaving just a ghost
nothing but a taste
of your sour feelings
or maybe I
the ghost to you
haunting your life
I know you may have your reasons, but it'd be nice if we could stay friends
241 · Dec 2017
Weird Sensation
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
Happy
Excited
caLm
hoPeless

A weird feeling has been growing over me
I’ve never felt so insignificant
I smile as tears roll down my face
My hands shaking
Make it stop
Never knowing how to really feel
234 · Dec 2017
Empty History
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
alone
surrounded by the people I don’t know anything about
the people I have a history with
here I am
here and now
and now only
thinking
feeling
being
in the present
yet tempted by anything and everything else
why think about what has already happened
why feel for something that hasn’t happened yet
why be anything other than what I am now
would it make a difference
but as much as I want it to be that way
I feel for the past
and think about the future
and wish to be anything other than what I currently am
my body is present
while my mind wanders elsewhere
but
only now
now and here
I am here
alone
Thoughts of who and where I am and where I've been and where I've gone. Although those can't be put things can't be put onto paper, this is my best representation.

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