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Qynn Jun 2018
I pass myself along
from man
to man
to man

in search of shelter
I cannot find
in the graves I dig
with my own two hands.
Qynn Aug 2017
I would walk the dark eternal
beneath the dimmest of stars
in the blackest of nights

if it meant I would never need to come home
to the chill of my empty bed
a forced hug, a stiff kiss
the doubts in my head
or the love from you that I seem to miss
so desperately
so dearly

I would let these streetlamps flicker
and fade
and I would welcome clouds bearing rain
come to help me hide my tears
in the new moon's light again

I make myself smaller yet.
so that I get lost in the sound
of the wind through the trees,
not again the phantom vibrations in my pocket,

but the promise and comfort
of sworn solitude
my loneliness
my broken heart and aching soul
buried on a rainy night,
here in the dark.
Qynn Jun 2018
I owe you happiness.
For the short time I knew it -
when I knew you.

I owe it to you
to let you go.
Qynn Jul 2018
I carry libraries in my spine
a collection of scents, sounds, secrets
calibrated poor coping mechanisms to get me through each day
the weight of it all almost too much to carry
just enough force to push me through the ******* at bay.
Qynn Jul 2017
Some days I'm okay with sitting at a desk
staring at a computer for hours on end.

Other days it's a ******* nightmare
because I have nowhere to run
when I suddenly remember how you broke
every promise you ever made.

If I could only be stronger -
shrug off the hurt
and tell myself that if I matter
so little to you,
so you should be worth nothing to me too.
Qynn May 2018
I am not the girl you admire on the train
I am not eye candy
grown wild in the streets

I am nothing beautiful
nor mouth watering
not desired
nor dreamt of

I am the fire and I am the eye

I am wits-end
calloused fingertips
split ends
tired eyes
and cracked skin

with every hope in the world, still
that I could lead one more heart to demise.
Qynn Jul 2018
No matter how bad I wanted this to be
I’ll take it down from where it hangs
and leave it here to bleed
With sand in my heart
my feet in the sea
The storm arrives
and suddenly
I know it’s time to leave

The lighthouse keeps on beckoning as I cast off from the shore
Despite everything I had
I still got caught
I wanted more
And I tried to stay the winds
to stay the waves
to stay in your arms
But I found myself thrown in the current
We push farther apart

And it’s wrong, this song, this eulogy
Of bittersweet departure
The times we shared so late at night
I’d give it all to find you
But I’ve grown so tired
watching you and her along the shoreline
And now I’m soaked all through my clothes
to my bones
I’m out of time.
Qynn Mar 2018
it’s been one year
i am still consistently horrified
at the thought of what could go wrong
how many broken promises must I suffer through
like shattered glass in each step
******, broken, without you?
Qynn Feb 2018
every day I waste away here
I entertain the glorious idea
of getting up
and walking out

Alas

I need this job
more than I need my dignity.
Qynn Oct 2017
I build myself up with kind words.
Words I do not hear from the person I want to hear them from the most.

Sometimes the things that are best for us are also the most painful.

I hurt so much, I don't want to hurt any more.

But I don't want to hurt any longer.
Qynn Jun 2018
you have no patience for me

the times where I lie on the ground
screaming

my chest ripped open
bleeding

I gave you my heart
and you are sick of hearing it

beating.
Qynn Oct 2017
My demons are my best friends
The ones who hold me in my times of need
Who press themselves into me
Without me ever asking
Despite my protests

They sow the seeds of anguish
Amongst the fields I reign
Like plague they reap
Before I may ever thaw.
Qynn Mar 2018
these days
i look less and less into your starving
stunning
open
absent eyes

in your vacancy

it almost makes the one-day
inevitable pill
easier to swallow.
Qynn Jun 2018
I try too hard
and the taste I leave
on your god-given lips
is heavy,
chalky and bitter.
Qynn Jun 2018
despite the amounts
of sleep and sanity
I sacrifice
to ensure the extinction
of the other woman

she thrives.

like flies to putrid corpses
the threat multiplies.

you attract.
Qynn Feb 2018
I hear the electricity humming above me as I make my way back on the long dark road. Lampposts scarce, my way is illuminated by the irregular volumes of light pouring from the cars that pass me by. I catch glimpses of roadside carcasses  in the abstract light, and through my open mouth.

The path is clear but it is jagged. My canvas shoes have gotten wet from the shallow puddles I couldn’t see.

Sometimes it is dark. It is lonely. There are no cars, carcasses, or other urban romantic ideas to keep me company in my travels.

Sometimes I get so focused, furiously typing. I end up in the middle of the street. A horn blares. My heart catches in my stomach and I correct my failed trajectory.

It is 7:43 pm on a Saturday night at the end of February and I wish you were here to walk me home.
Qynn Dec 2013
If only I had known you
Before I knew him.
If only I had known your skin
Maybe things wouldn't be this way,
I would not owe to life
Such bitter debt.

We could live together somewhere
In the city - you and I
Singers and painters and names
Not yet written down in the book of life
For such a life would we have to live!

We'd be those silly romantics -
The kind you see in sappy indie films
And the kind that people pluck guitar strings to.
The ones whose faces ache from smiling,
Whose lips and eyes are chapped by love.

Instead our lives are less saturated with love
Then they should be.
Hundreds upon hundreds of miles
Taking our breath away
With each and every word.

Breathlessly sleeping,
And endlessly awake.
I am so tired, I am so tired.

If only I could keep my mouth shut.
Keep my heart shut.
If only I had waited.
If only I had waited for you.
Qynn Nov 2013
I wanted to make music
And I wanted to be a star
I wanted to be so far away from who you are
Dirtied by the masses
And scarred

Bitter taste
Plastic smile
Lead heart

Now I paint my face
To take off my skin
And bare the ***** within.
Qynn Jan 2014
Life is short.  It is fast and unforgiving.  
And in the time that we are given
- the time we are allotted to spend here on this planet -
we don't ask nearly enough questions.

No, not "who where why when how".

Questions that matter.

Will it rain tomorrow?
What's your name?
The first two things I said to your face.

We were younger then, and I didn't know that in a month's time
I would be asking you much more important things.

Like your favourite colour.
The songs that lift your spirits.
If I could be someone, anyone, to you.

And now.
We are where we are.
You have become to much more to me than I had ever dreamed,
and, as you had told me, time and time again, I to you.

Life is short, so I want you to know that I love you.
I love you more than "I love you" could ever say.

Life is fast, and I want to make these memories
-however virtual and electronic they may be -
last.

And life, above all, is unforgiving.
I will never be able to tell you what I want you to know.

I'm not so sure anymore that I will do anything worthwhile with the time I am given.
After all...
What kind of time would I be spending without you?
Sort of prose.  Read-aloud: https://soundcloud.com/qynnv/will-it-rain-tomorrow-poetry
Qynn Jun 2017
So much writing.
So many words.
Enough to make my fingers burn.

I would set these sheets on fire
If it meant I could get you
To look at me
Hungry
And with desire.
Qynn Jul 2017
When I hear the office women,
dressed up so pretty in their nice clothes
say that they are having a bad day -
I scowl.

Have you been crying quietly
at your desk
all day
too?

Do you mourn for the family that abandoned you?

Do you long for a safe space, a place to go to, to call home?

Has your lover forgotten how to love you?

Have you lost your peace -
Have you ever known peace -

Or, like me
are you conveniently
forgettable
expendable
and very much,
mostly unwanted?
Qynn Oct 2013
You bury me
Beneath a mountain of bones
Your skeletons, tired of closets
Ripping the doors open
Longing to be free

And here I sit
Sipping silently
My blood and rage boiled over
In my heart, heavy with such woe
I will never be what you want
I will never be her, though

Crimson.
Ivory.
Charcoal.

Let me rip her apart for you
Let me tear her apart, my love
You want to know her every angle
Let me splinter her bones
May I?

Crimson.
Ivory.
Charcoal.

Let me cry to you of my failures
Let me sing to you of my hopes
You want me to know I'm not alone
Let me shred myself at the core
May I?

Crimson.
Ivory.
Charcoal.

You bury me.

— The End —