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Mar 2012 · 723
The Ides of March
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
The full Moon Cometh
Brighter then Before,
but cratered with Blood stained hands...

Here i lay Bleeding beneath
hand prints I once teached,
Hands that I once reached
And A Brother I lie beneath.

The full Moon calls for the wolves to bare the're teeth,
Hidden behind the mask of men
I caught full glimplise of the beast,
A Friend.

As 2 rows of 16 fangs pireced into my side
My mouth grew parched,
Oh this Ides of March
Beneath the Blood stained moon, I died
Mar 2012 · 1.2k
Pa trick
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
With my fiddle I play...
and My Mug I shall drink...
with My feet i will dance...
and My mind shall not think...
I will sing of good times of now and of then...
and celebrate life with the bestest of men...
O'Charlie O'Malley and Jamison brew...
Baileys O'Reilly and a guinness or two...
Through out the day and in to the night....
No worries today to drunk for a fight...
St.Patty is here..
Now grab me a beer!!!
Mar 2012 · 4.6k
greatness
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
Talent is a gift that every one cant receive...
But Greatness is a task that everyone can achieve.
With hard work fuirts can be conceived...
So just take a deep breath focus and believe.
You dont alway see the fuirts I do produce...
but you will taste the flavors they will let loose.
One way or another greatness will be achieved...
and when you find that way this message has been received.
Mar 2012 · 346
What to Say
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
I've been Contemplating on what to write..
What i really have to say..
I've been Stayin up late at night...Thinking of the next day...
Contemplatiing what to write..
what I really want to say...
What way is living right...What is the other way..
Contemplating what to write...
What do I need to say...
My mind is in a constant fight...the pros and cons in play...
Contemplating what to write...
What I never want to say...
Stay away from the light...Cuz that is where I choose to stay...
Contemplating what to write...
Words I shouldn't say...
why aren't you in my sight...Why did You take my May..
Contemplating what to write...What to write,what to say...
Mar 2012 · 353
What to Say
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2012
I've been Contemplating on what to write..
What i really have to say..
I've been Stayin up late at night...Thinking of the next day...
Contemplatiing what to write..
what I really want to say...
What way is living right...What is the other way..
Contemplating what to write...
What do I need to say...
My mind is in a constant fight...the pros and cons in play...
Contemplating what to write...
What I never want to say...
Stay away from the light...Cuz that is where I choose to stay...
Contemplating what to write...
Words I shouldn't say...
why aren't you in my sight...Why did You take my May..
Contemplating what to write...What to write,what to say...
Feb 2012 · 10.5k
MYSTERY
Quentin Briscoe Feb 2012
The Mystery is....still a mystery...
So i slove what i can...the problems of man...
The Mystery is.... still a mystery...
So i love who I can...According to plan...
The mystery is still a mystery...
So what will i find...Inside my mind...
the answers to some...the questions of all...
Where do you run... Who do you call...
The blessings of life no mystery there...
Just Call out his name for he is everywhere...
The Mystery is whats taking so long...
Let him into your heart thats where he belongs...
#Yahweh!!
Feb 2012 · 4.7k
BATTLE!!
Quentin Briscoe Feb 2012
I looked in the mirror and I saw it
The hideous thing..
Seeping from my nose
Peeking through my eyes
stretching from my ears....
Something that wasnt me...
but apart of me...
insainty...

And it surround it me,
held me like a mother would its child
and I accepted it
because it comforted me
made me feel secure
but I was far from safe,
The mirror became my prison
that internal heap of filth
made its way to the outside
trapping my true will inside
and it be came me..

stole my identity..
walked like me, spoke like me
but led me around blindlly
Im sorry, Im sorry
Im tryin to take back control
but he won these precious min
cunned me to give in
this Vile beast that feast
on my flesh and soul
I have to win this battle
not just to save my self
but those who i love so.

This darkness can't take over me!!!
Im declaring Victory!!
Feb 2012 · 932
Twist and Collide
Quentin Briscoe Feb 2012
I can feel what’s inside
bodies twist and collide
there’s no need for a potion
bodies stir a commotion….

This is more then a treat
bodies move with our feet
heart beating with haste
bodies give us a taste…..

of souls adaptation
bodies moving in action
We do more then prance
bodies destined to dance…..

Its the passion inside them
bodies searching for rhythm
see our passions alive
bodies twist and collide….

this the motion of oceans
bodies stir a commotion
see we live for a beat
bodies move with our feet….

or just by moving our waste
bodies give us a taste
Of sweet satisfaction
bodies moving in action…

This cant be by chance
bodies destined to dance
It's our reason for livin
bodies searching for rhythm…

but lost in your face
bodies dancing in place
Inside your alive (as)
Bodies twist and collide.
Feb 2012 · 696
time line
Quentin Briscoe Feb 2012
I would like to invite you in to my brain...soft tissue....I dont believe a word that you are saying...Trust issues...That corner over there I store my pain...joy fizzles...and the half with blood stains..*** pistols...I would love to tell you that I'm sain...mental issues...Nobody really enjoys their stay...so I'll miss you...# mybrain2007
Wont you take a trip in my mind...Ice cold..The marvelous things you will find...starting to fold...Just when I though it was fine...love was sold....Out of the trees craved of pine...burried my soul...Without she who gave me time...No one to hold...bending my spin... laid in the bed alone, hittin the road...Emptiness Is what you will find...Swallowed me whole...#mymind2008
I want you to watch a film on my heart...Dead Rising...As This beast called love rips it apart...Non remaining....No warning, No signs, just a start...slow racing...they call death like this an art...Dorian's painting...I just couldn't look at my heart...blind filming...As heart beats fell off the chart...your dying...No added sugar taste ****...bad mixing...Its hard to tape together a heart...retaping..... #myheart2009
Looking at me what can you see...a man...laughs at a boy probably...still using his hand...Cuz it hard for the superfical to believe...That love is the plan...Outside viewing of me...Catching a tan...Thats about all you fit your baskets shallow B...finding sand...Cuz that aint nothing solid G...As it falls right through your hands... Buliding on stability.. searching for land... In this shot economy...****** people joining bands... #mylife2010
Feb 2012 · 1.1k
Side Views
Quentin Briscoe Feb 2012
And yet they pop up
3685 strong
in lil blue letters after a pic in a thong
Side views
amazing optical contact
Confused
I dont even know you...
but you dont fail to appear
those side views
attracting every dude...
why we have 123 friends in common
With your 4000 comments
Lips like gummy worms
breast like cup cakes with a cherry on top
can these side views stop...
For you werent my main focus..
you beautiful flowers reminding me of lotus..
For you always come back again
untill we are friends...
And through out my path of life I met some of you..
and you met me too..
but i tell you this i hate being a side view..
Make me your center profile
definitly worth while...
but you'll never prove
just place me in the line with other dudes
who never look you in eyes
cuz there stuck on your thighs..
side views...
yes you got some hips
but your only appealing to my stick
On the side of my profile
getting me to go wild
when I all I need is whats infront of me
And i keep getting caught in what my peripheral sees..
Cuz I can sometimes go wrong
with these right
side views..
Feb 2012 · 2.5k
Before I die
Quentin Briscoe Feb 2012
I tell them that Im struggling they say write a Poem...
I tell them that I wont eat today they say write a poem....
I'm asking for a better way they say write a poem...
I wont get no sleep today they say write a poem...
I tell them I owe so much they say write a peom...
Im crying from the inside out and they say write a poem..
Im consumed by a cultures storm they say write a Poem...
I tell them I will die today......
*Writes A Poem
Jan 2012 · 858
Honest Man
Quentin Briscoe Jan 2012
No room for a honest living cuz an Honest man tries,
broke the honest man dies,
while the living are rich with lies...
hidden agenda...
in this slandering propaganda...
You can make it by...
filling your heads with lies...
And while you think your living honest they just watchin you die...
never feeling your cries...
They just say they lived like you but they aint never lived your lives...
So they send out one, send out two, place them side by-by side...
Choose this guy hes just like you, see look him in the eyes...
but he aint never lived your lives...
all he hears is cries...
and the honest man dies...
and rich live on with lies!!!!
Jan 2012 · 643
As a Child
Quentin Briscoe Jan 2012
For as a man I stand strong and weak minded,
For there are things that i know I can not do...
But as a child I'm well guided,
For there is nothing I cant do..
As a man I walk around the mountian,
but as a child I can move it...
As a man I drown in the ocean,
but as a child I walk across it...
instructed...
As a man I can't break a wall,
but as a child I can make a whole city fall...
As a man I hide from the giant when battle calls,
but as a child I stand tall...
directed...
As a man my flesh gets weaker by the hour,
but as A child I have So Much POWER!!!!
Jan 2012 · 558
Its Not Me
Quentin Briscoe Jan 2012
Dont recongnize me thats ok..Ill make you see,...
i dont do this for my name i do this so you see...
blinded eyed people im hopen that i can heal...
This is brialle that im writting hopen that you just feel...
Every word that Im saying even if you cant hear...
Sometimes to see u just need to shed a couple tears..
.dirt in your eyes distraction from whats ahead...
For He keeps you alive your the reasons why... He Bled..
im just a messenger, just another type sinner...
Writting in your Languge, Yeah the dude delivers...
So I open up my mouth, but Im not he who speaks...
For He gave me what to say, You just hear it in my speech...
So what is it aboout me, that makes you want to be like me??..
What you see is not me, i just need You to believe Thee...
#Icantcontrolthis
Jan 2012 · 681
Support
Quentin Briscoe Jan 2012
I cant afford to live out side your walls...Be out side the gates...Function with out your laws...Put food on my plate...You support me...for I lean...Control me...tho unseen...coruption of my insinct...For with you i dont think...no need to when you do.... all that i need you...goo goo gaga... speach for a grown man... he he hahah...You control my right hand...So I eat with my left...brush my teeth wipe my ***...indentity theft ...As you sit back and laugh...but I cant afford to live outside your walls...function with out your laws..Be outside your gates...I cant put food on my plate...#IknowthatImstrongerthenthis.....
Jan 2012 · 952
Lincon,Jackson, Franklin
Quentin Briscoe Jan 2012
To live my life with out you guys thats my biggest fear

And Im steady failing in my efforts to get you hear

  

Look at it here, Now

this green faced man

burning my hand

Keep you around,how?

  

Old white men i dont want to see

Even tho without you i cant eat

Philantropist providing me with a place to sleep

But I cant keep you around me

  

You run through my fingers

for hopes to gain more

as my posession walk out the front door

Left from my pockets lint still lingers

  

Dead men of honor

that I loose on the battle field

with hopes to have my accounts filled

only leaves Fields of horror

  

As Me, My Hands and I's

Loose sight of saving

and look for Winnings

Assasination of the living, hope dies



As You leave myside I shed my many tears

Lincon,Jackson,Frankilin,I just cant keep you near
Jan 2012 · 387
Mind over Matter
Quentin Briscoe Jan 2012
And My minds over matter...
Cuz Im here in out of space...
I float in grey matter..
theres no air in this place...
but i breathe...
Understand me I still breathe...
Lungs fill and colapse...
regular sequence of attack...
So that obviously means,
I was never human to begin...
So can I make you believe
you had an angel as a friend...
Protection like no other...
Your perfect lil brorther...
cuz from up here
I can control Your Bigger brother...
A deeper breed of lover...
Cuz i can see it all...
but with no gravity I can save you from the fall...
Mind over matter..
this should be your chase..
Make your life better...
Free your self from this place..
Jan 2012 · 512
Higher
Quentin Briscoe Jan 2012
Im elevated higher.. but im not a flyer...I rather run...cuz that takes more muscle which means a lot more fun...Feet on the ground head up in clouds, Body in the gutter hormones screamin out loud...Thoughts to my vision...concept to my posion...juxstaposition...placed in mutiple postions...Catch me Im a fool...Baby oil smooth...Thousond island's nasty but which one will I choose...Mayo can you Katchup...Mix us theres the Match up...Pick up sticks with fidle sticks...I sing a mean back up...Couldy water that i drink..Couldy visions that i think...WAY up in the atmosphere...There is no way that we can link...One two different levels...A higher song with terible...You can keep the lower bass...Thats just vibrators in your face...Sing me songs in harmoney...found my perfect melody...in this higher levated state...I wish some *** heads could relate....
Jan 2012 · 2.1k
Past remnants
Quentin Briscoe Jan 2012
If not I, Past remnants,
I immigrant M ingnorant.
to this game.
that I play in chains.
Quick sand in my native land
.there are no turmps in my hand..
only ronald mc Donald.
as im given Starbucks to spend where?
Strange furits with rotten roots.And David stars with scars.
Those wounded by a fat boy.And We still wait to deploy.
The sickness of these snitches. given we these stitches.
wounds that will never heal. This is (right hear) real....#listen
Jan 2012 · 1.1k
nickel and dimed
Quentin Briscoe Jan 2012
Thoughts.. You've been nickled and dimed...hassled and crimed...robbed at point blank range...Me too. us The 30 an under...No magic card given by Tom Joyner...We missed out on Odell's, And now get the Owells...institution tuition...constitution divison...We reap what was sown, by the rich and the grown...And given the jobs that our kids should own...Whats 13 dollars when rent is 8 bills...whats flat land when all we got is hills...Nickled and dimed...and their crying for themselevs...greedy money suckers with library shelves..Im you with jingles and bells..protest and yells..that nobody hears..but everybody fears..quaterly robbed...nickled and dimed...as if it was ok to be hassled and crimed..#weinthistogether
Dec 2011 · 655
one two 4
Quentin Briscoe Dec 2011
She said 1 plus 1 was 4 ,
But i thought it was us.
See that 4 **** brought up the fus
Cant add 2 more to our mix
that aint the way to fix
Our problems.
Sad thats how we had to slove them.

Swinging in my door came ******
thats what she said
honestly I thought that would leave me dead
It took time to see her tricks,
Starten fights to call me a son of *****
The delima,
What more could I do but to deliever.

Time be lost since then
start out fresh took time to begin,
I been on track
she been on her back,
no more drama
****, now she feelin the karma
Dec 2011 · 1.2k
RED
Quentin Briscoe Dec 2011
RED
Blowing like a hurrican...
You got *****, she got game...
managing the both of them...
jugglin and polishin...
she shine em up hair and all...
Yea shes just glad you had a ball...
man watch out shawty sick...
tosie pops she loves to lick...
so how many does it take...
she'll find out just you wait...
lil red riding hood...
at grandma's house she blew it good...
This big bad wolf I ate her Great...
Taste so good, Regurgitate#
Dec 2011 · 2.2k
Suffocation
Quentin Briscoe Dec 2011
Tension clouds suffocate... he who waits...anticapates...complication...Of atmospheric pressure...Pushed down around ones thought...process of elimination...what shall be removed...what release will be choosed...Liquid, soild, gas...condensed behind the mask...Steam, Clouds, Rain...Suffed behind the Pain...Suffocation...breath.after.breath.after.breath.after....Cl­utter...Breathe, Stop , and Release....The tension Clouds that are around...Hope.Pray.believe. yes it takes all three..to breathe.Deep....Deeper.......Deeper..........Release....
Dec 2011 · 390
in me
Quentin Briscoe Dec 2011
And i adhere to morning light..For its always about me... Always connects me... with the darkness...Fight constantly between clutter and free...the world and me...everything compunded together and the absence of everything...Clashing...Light waves agains the rocks of dark graves...setting off new rays...Of Won...And I'm one...but the light is as many...reaching as far as the Son can see...For darkness could never be...Cuz even if I close my eyes I know, that the light is in me...
Dec 2011 · 7.7k
snake
Quentin Briscoe Dec 2011
Cold mornings but yet i dont feel it...
Cold blooded soul
Got a heart with a hole....
No sealent...
30 and below
i wont start to show...
Black ice on the ground tell me you can see it...
Tropic antiseptic...
rubbed across my skin...
novacane injected...
followed by a pin...
No pain, just frost bitten..
with no mittens...
ground across my belly..
Eat the fruit I know your hungry...
Nov 2011 · 450
pillow love
Quentin Briscoe Nov 2011
So To my day i awake..see a smile on your face..and your body wrapped in lace...my hand around your waist...and my blood flowed with haste...Dying for a taste..cant let this sweet honey go to waste...so I indulge in your sweetness..bass in your presence...Thankful...greatful...that you have been so furitful...See What a wonder to be full...What more could I need...i waken with you and with that I am pleased...#holdingontomypillow
Nov 2011 · 2.2k
overdose
Quentin Briscoe Nov 2011
Jumps start the gun..today on the run.. but thats just my mind...body laggin behind..But im feelin entergetic so Im Just freestyling lines...leaned against the pines...Running these powderd lines...parked in a fire lane collecting fines..Exhilarated heart beats turn into mental treats...as for my body it just starts to feel weak...points of mind blowing utopia..erupt body pausing phobias...and when this brain begins to die down and stop...well the body compulses, foams, and rocks
Nov 2011 · 598
scared of me?
Quentin Briscoe Nov 2011
Yarn!!!Let me put on my mask...so I can do what I'm asked...i look good...Fly boi, take off my hood... So its almost time for scare...So I double dare...You to see whats underneath...these jordan #VI sneaks...these ture ligon jeans...and clavin klein sleeves...I dare you see...the thing I could be..The monster in me...Its crazy..So let me take off my mask..cuz thats what you asked...What do you see...You scared of me???....#truth
Nov 2011 · 535
your Heart
Quentin Briscoe Nov 2011
Did you forget that i Claimed it.... That once i did name it.... Took a picture and framed it... Now that is dead you can blaim it .... So your heart over here... that I took out of there....I wasn't tryin to give it back.... "I love you" was supose to be fact... But know I see your eyes.... and there tell me it was lies... All of the kisses and hugs.... the laughs and the loves....were just a simple way to get what you want....took what i had and now you want to be blunt...With all the layers of hate i still have your heart....and now that your gone you relize your still missing your most important part...not your arm not your leg...not you chest or your head...not your lips or your knees...nor you lungs that can breathe... but your falling apart...cuz you dont have your heart... Yeah you got wat you want...the correct texted and the font...but the page is not ready to read...because your still missing what you need...see i hold the ink...as your all out of sync...You cant find the smile...you havent seen in a while...cuz its still in my name...the one you dont claim...I know that you need it...and that your still looking for it....its just a shame that you forgot that i have it...

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