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Quentin Briscoe Mar 2013
With lips like yours
I'm going to need emergency
Resuscitation!!!!
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
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2013
I stalk you sometimes....
in my dreams...
and then i awake to your face..
on my computer screen..
Quentin Briscoe May 2013
A wise man Knows.....
Secrets,
A foolish man Keep.....
None.
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2012
hey check my profile pic empty...pity...but shes there with me..around me..cuz she loves me...But selfish me...envy....cuz I dont have... what you have...No I own love...I know love...Cuz she shows love...But I don't have...what you have...stability...selfish me...Mind set hereditary...Blasphemy....That I can blame family... for faith less actions...of lonely contractions....Selfish me...lonely..cuz i dont have... what you have...unity...but we're together....forever...no doubt that i love her....mentaly...selfish me....
Quentin Briscoe May 2012
I cant find my self resepect...Cuz I fail my little brother...In his aspect... at 13 he sees me like a father...But I dont' wanna be bothered...No hes not my concern...he dont need to be fathered...look at me I had to learn...
But i can't find my self respect...Cuz i fail my mother....In her aspect...she sees me like my father...Cuz i dont want to be bothered....How she gets on my nerves...Like I need to be fathered...Like she even had hers...
But I cant find my self respect...Cuz i fail my first lover...In her aspect...She sees me like her father...But I dont want to be bothered...Im just in it for the verbs...Like I remind her of a father...When I treat he like a girl....
But wheres my self respect...I cant find my aspect..For I never knew the correct way to view...these situations...******* up my relations...
With no self respect..I fail my self...In my aspect...I had no mans help...And I dont wanna be bothered...Inside im so bitter...but I just want to be fathered..
and I found my respect droughted and withered....
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2014
Evergreens with Pine tops

and little ceaders too,

Sap brown, and moss ground,

with patchy skys of blue.

Serenity is,

peaceful secenery of,

dreams that do come true

and sweet portraits of love.

All made well by you

pictures of a better day

All with rays of sun

old memories of gray.

Lovey smell of fresh

Laid getently on me

mind clear,free of fear

Around Me, Serenity
SEX
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2012
***
That word makes me nervous...
but tell me more....
You know I had a dream about that once
and I woke up all wet...
sweat drenced My floor...
But that was just a dream...
And my friends and I made a bet...
About Using golden Horses
And I lost...
Cuz to me they were just a dream...
Vibrations were just heard through voice..
Cuz I'm not ready to give what it cost...
I keep my parts private...
Locked in a box of chasity..
Not ever to be a charity
but golden shiny platter..
That will be held with respect...

***:
male
Age:
23
height:
5'11
Hair:
Black
status:
******....
that word makes me nervous....
for my wife.....
cuz what if she knows...
what she likes...
But I lost the Bet...
And only had dreams, waking up
Wet...
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2013
I'm not sorry for the man that I am....
But you would have been.....
of the man I could have became....
The type of blood that flows within my veins...
Royal might sound cool....
but I'm not sorry for not being a fool...
and just mimicking what I saw...
But that you don't understand...
You just see Daddy....
And I just saw air...
As I stand a peasant...
In the shadow of a heir....
Quentin Briscoe Sep 2014
White Waves...Birthed under moonlit nights... I anticipate the freedom...the world of the deep...But I'm too shallow to dive in...To busy pretending to get lost... Feeling just the high tide of your Walls....fly into forever...in a way that you won't die... And paint me darker...Rough on the outside creating white sin..White lies...White waves...but this time no White men...For when i stand in your ocean You'll surround me... and I'll release my ******...Creating new life under the sea...White wave don't stop...keep crashing for me....
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2013
See the Molly had her singin happy days for happy ways...
little did she know she'd end up in alleyways...
selling body for protection...
have *** with no protection....
food and water became a luxury...
because Molly was necessary...
and little sherry from south Philly
changed her name to something silly. ..
cuz them happy days got so scary
that she lost all parts of Sherry...
Sweatin in her sleep..
****** on the streets...
Because Tommy wanted money,
she got more than she could hope.....
so he could keep her coming,
back he gave her Molly lace with dope....
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..
Quentin Briscoe Aug 2012
Billy's ******* Pennies
Dont tickle Jenny's Kitty
But Jonny's Fifty Milli
Make ******* Pennies silly
And Jenny's Filthy *****
Loves Jonny's Harry Milli
Even Tho Jonny got A Milli
Other Jenny's
But Billy's Lonely Willie
Only Longs for Jenny's Kitty
But Jenny looks so Silly
Chasing after Jonny's Milli
When Jonny's Chasing Billy's ******* Pennies
Quentin Briscoe Oct 2013
I wish to lay in you...
Divide and Conquer parts of you...
Call me Hannibal, Ill eat you....  
There's an elephant trunk between you...
Believe the judge I'll rule you..
Sit back while I six you....
Quentin Briscoe Aug 2013
People say dumb ****
Manure doesn't smell to good
Neither does your breath
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...
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2013
Em ' I Static??..I dont want to be the same...unmoving... But I dont know where to go..I have no google maps..no Siri to guide me aloud...But frozen feet...Shock From Static ways....of normal everydays...How I've lost adventure...No Oregon trail surrounded by Amazon river...but a concrete road and wooden desk. A shower head and a full sized bed..The static...Eligible freedom but shocked by metal knobs..Static person...afraid I will never change...it is comfortable here...Lovely..But I want crazy, exciting: almost breath taking...Charismatic...But It seams I remain static....
Quentin Briscoe Aug 2013
May....
You found your way from heaven
again...
blessed my skin
again...
You have sprung life into
May...
I've missed you
Since you left me
I never got to say
I love you
again...
And then you returned
in her smile
Her Laugh..
You returned in her voice..
And I fell in Love
for you..
May
taught me love
Showed me Love
and here i fall in it
but just like you...
May
so far away...
its August
and Im trying to get back to you
but you've left me
again...
back to heaven..
again...
May...
Stay...
But if I must
Leave
to find you...
I'll Die if I have too....
STD
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2014
STD
Sadly
you found me
STD
yes you infected
imperfected
and now you wont leave
you would think i had ***
but its just an STD
but you wont let me be
not a bacteria
inertia
or viral
spiral
just a simple disease
that doesnt invovle a sneeze
im living yes i still can breath
but i still have a STD...
See she gave it to me...
I can spread this thing
and even if i would
i dont thing that I should..
see it would just complacate things
No we wouldn't die tonight
but one day we just might
not from the sores and the strains
but from the aches and the pains
of being lonely again...
See its a lot more complicated
then what you are making it
you think Im just disgusting cuz of what I caught
but I pretty sure its something u thought.
lot worst then yeast cuz that will leave
more like a Herpies or ***
even tho that isn't what I've received
And I dont have the funds to splurge
so I dont know if I can scure the cure
or if she even had the bug
enough that it could be cured by her love
I caught somethin that aint easily healing......
Espcially if you dont have the disease...
I caught.....Feelings
A sexually transmited disease
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2013
Snap!

And just like that...

all my words are gone...
Quentin Briscoe Oct 2014
Stone home....

October 13, 2011 at 11:45am

Broken walls crumbling pounds of rock...

That doesn't seem to stop..

cracking...

breaking....

This use to be a beautiful thing...

Where joyous souls would sing...

but now its just crumbling...

rotting...

Vines that once supported the beauty...

Now have consumed it entirely...

envading..

counsuming...

The gray blocks of stone...

that once was a home...

But now its just nothing...

decaying...

Emptiness that once was full...

of life, passion, fule...

living....

breathing...

Things that have been forgotten..

By this home that has rotten...

Slowly in time fading...

dying...

The love that once held it strong...

With the glue of its good song...

supporting..

loving...

Now is just empty space...

Stone dying in place...

Can you imaging its great beginning..

(ending)......
.
Quentin Briscoe Aug 2013
If there will never be another me
We
need not be compared.....
Quentin Briscoe Nov 2013
I'm a sucka for beautiful women...
Taking my breath away I'm speechless...
One May cause me to flatline
Of All the things that ****
My ****** would be a beauty
Own your life and my seed
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....
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2013
suitable equality...no I don't feel amity...Its not the same any more from people who don't think like me...They look me in the eye, spit at me, lie on me...suitable equality...shouldn't we be family....always looking down on me... Callin me a dog cuz I love women equally...new story entirely...you still feelin the amity...I guess that's what we do now, stabs in back repeatedly....Smiling in my face tellin me you have sanity...suitable mentality...I guess we on a different page, take your blades up out of me....A Suitable reality...
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.....
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2013
Suppressing your
feelings
is suppressing your soul...
Because your body will react no matter what...
and then your
soul
won't have a choice..
Quentin Briscoe Oct 2013
Survive.  these     micromoments        if           you             dare
The        words               I.             suspended  into              life
Night.    fall,               love.                you         better           leave
In.          quick,        thoughts          should      things          regret
My.        sin.                  of.                never       forgetting    behind
Mind.**     runs              ******,          return      old                 me
What's a 6x6?
A 6X6 is 6 lines long.
There’re six words in each line.
Each line is a complete thought.
Every line stands on its own.
Together lines suggest a central theme.
We’re coming to get you haiku.

and a 6x12 is a 6x6 where both all lines and columns can read as separate 6 line poems
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2013
Emotions become strangled
suffocate and die
deep within my mind
A Bullet couldn't even survive inside of me...
For it hit my fortitude
and shattered!!!
And You fell apart..
Way before
I even let you inside..
I'm like a black hole
sending everything to a place
its never been...
bringing enemies to be friends...
and beginnings to there end...
Run
as far as you can
or you will be ****** in
to a place that has no feelings
and a love that has no friends..
because the only thing to survive
way down deep inside
looks like a mustard seed...
A faith that has been tried..
you find your self tried sometimes...Alone
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2012
Sweet.....Sweet Drips of syllables...dripping in your ear lobes..honey....slipping through the wax...Till You brain is under attack...Yummm...makes you Hummm...Old hymms of glory...cause the sweet sweet sounds write your story....You subdue to the pleasures of the words...As they tell you things you have never heard...in and out out then in...This suduction as only started to begin...Cuz i can eradicate the old thoughts...and fill the holes with sweet spots...tasting better then before...So you wont think to want no more...my oooo's and my ahhh's turn to your oooo's and lala's ..cuz I can have you screaming out Oh My GODs and Allahs...But Just from sweet nector...That I drop into your flower...Cuz With me I'll help you grow...With my sweet words in steady flow...
Quentin Briscoe Sep 2012
I can picture You embeded in my skin...tattooed sin...As I flex you move...a gyrating women...grip closer to me...speep ink into my viens...Send your poison to my brain...make it say your name...stamped by your mission to own me...you control me...grab me by the horns and hold on, bull ride me...and constipate my body so i'll never ******* you...brand me with the emblem of beauty...its your duty, to use me as your mirror on the wall to get cutesy...Im enchanted...when Im branded...fantasized when Im alone..but your embeded in my skin...so we'll always be at home...and the fairest in the land will have a blackend tone...cuz even tho snow is white...it still sparkles when its dark at night...
Quentin Briscoe Jan 2018
Ten little
Nine little
Eight little .......

Seven little
Six little
Five little.......

Four little
Three little
Two little.....

One
With a mind..
You ain't think about me..
Thought I would run..
But you ain't seen what I've seen..

I'll be the One..
That entices the other 9...
To Fight back..

Attack..

Call me Nat

As I place the burner to your throat.
And watch all that talk choke
I just wanted to be free
But you couldn't leave me be..

So now its

One little
Two little
Three little......

Four little
Five little
Six little......

Seven little
Eight little
Nine little.......

Ten ******

Whipping that ***!!!
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2013
Cut my pay, the American way
Then tax that pay some more,
Work all day for minimum wage
Then wonder why i can't afford,
Car note, rent I don't eat..
I never dreamed of being poor...
Quentin Briscoe Sep 2023
I say the drunker the better...
the easier the turth ..
theres no concious holding your words to roots...
See we like to speak lies
cuz they look like butterflies..
but the reality is that
that once was a ugly fuzzy catapiller
crawling along
but you doctorted it up hid the turth for a while
and made it look better then what it really was..
so the drunker the better the uglier the words...
the sweeter the wine the prettier the birds...
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2013
the grind...of a child with such imagination...that he can do anything with a cardboard box, a broom stick, and some determenation...sail the seven seas and those two big oceans... slay a dragon on his faithful steed in one swing motion...and rock every home with a song on the tv screen...making all the little girls screem...And to him this aint a dream...but his grind...something he did all the time..his 9 to 5 or his 9 to 9 cuz at night it was bed time...mission after mission damsel after damsel...rocking every mic from his mom's broom handle...they told him about heros, preached stories of kings and showed him the stars...I want to be who they are...but the world aint his imagination..he wasn't born into the position...And he bled from 9 to 5 doing things not of his creation...until he said I believe in Me...I will become all three!!..Think my grind is silly.... playtime will become my reality!!
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
Quentin Briscoe May 2013
it's safe to be naive...
but watch your back
if you're wise....
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2014
Do you think you can win over the heart of a woman who has made it clear she is not in to men....
I want her to be into this Soul...
See me beyond this male exterior..
Love me to the bone..
For her garden is rich
with knowledge..
Her soil is worth the watering
Because I know that strange fruits will grow..
in our Exotic Climates...
This Amazonian Goddess
flows purer that the rainforest..
She is as deep as many oceans  
and I want to be the mate
that guides her ship home..
but the strong mind that I love..
is the same strong mind that keeps us apart..
I just want to touch her heart....
In hopes that she can feel the love tonight
Lioness Let me provide a meal for you..
sit back while I hunt
I'll feed you in many ways..
may your appetite be quenched..
By a man for a change..
Nothing against your taste..
but you've never consumed me...
Let my words slip between your lips..
Now ingest between your soul...
Link me in to your Qi...
because I believe that's exactly where I should be...  
but I need you to as well..
I can only be the quintessence of myself..
In Hopes that you Fall deep...
Into the passion of my unique..
and there we can be one..
I'm all for love and fun..
so If I promise to be true...
do you think I could be the only man for you......
Quentin Briscoe Aug 2013
On my knees at the altar...the altar of the corner of which way, and no way...I fell...too tired to walk,too beaten to stand...I was at the moment when Rocky went down..that moment when meteor man lost his powers I was defenseless..by myself I just needed help..So I looked to the sky..and rain began to fall..gently on my face...I prayed...For an answer...for a guidance..I prayed for a peace...and strength not rest but strength to continue on....and the more I prayed the heavier the rain...It washed my tears... cleaned my wounds..the blood was washed away and my cuts were soothed...I prayed for a better day.. for all who would pass my way, I prayed... for wisdom to change the things I had caused to go awry...I prayed for people who have past where I am laid on the street and died before the win!! I prayed!! And the storm passed over!! And the sun began to rise...and a new day began...as I stood and walked 1000 more miles...
Quentin Briscoe Sep 2017
In our last episode many moons ago..
Our young hero burned into the sun..
Or so it seemed..
But'
I Jumped in the light of a Flame.. I was consumed.. The darkness over came this superhero dude... Turning him full cycle .. Full ******.. Pressed in a Deep state.. Full idol..
Forgot how to fight back.. Forgot what gave me my power.. In land full of fake light.. I gain my powers from the Son.. The One... So I'm walking out the flame.. Clearing out the smoke.. Back in tho the shine.. Back to saving folk...
Well.. Back to all the girls.. Back to night time... I'm just a Psychosuperhero... Trying save the World...

-Psychosuperhero
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2013
To much attraction..not enough reaction...but don't reactions cause attractions...or just irritations...scratching the surface until one bleeds...and not healing the wounds that one needs...in all essences the soul should stay strong...if the skin, muscles, and bones stay where they belong...but sometime the shift just a tad..altering the soul you once had.

Looking for my number 2.....cuz my number 1 died a long time ago... surprised....im not she was gettin old...but you...can do what you gotta do to stay brand new...bend over a lil touch your toes... stretch a lil and build strong bones...she forgot to change it up.. after the first time i tore it up.. so eventually the wounds wouldn't stop bleeding...so she had to resort to cheating...

So As i tip toe through the valley of death I shall feel no evil...But im jumping off buildings back flipping blinded like evil Knievel... i shall look death in the face and laugh....as all who oppose my GOD shall fear his wrath...so a dead man i'm for I oppose him daily...And his cries to save me i only hear faintly....but nevertheless he calls me...as i fail to answer but scurry along blindly in to eternity...

i lost my touch, no longer Im i in reach... some body save me.... My body is queasy...and my mind is wheezing... for air....and if I dare....ask why... i only get questions as a reply... is there any help out there?????

why cant i have what i want when shes soo far away...I see her every day in my own special way...My dreams can suffice but only for so long...It wont be to long till i just cant go on...Warm embraces are needed to reassure my freedom..Cuz with out them im a slave to this lust demon...but once she surrounds me..my heart can love freely...and live to survive another day

Still looking for that smile I cant find...and grabbing for that hand i cant touch....feeling incomplete even tho love stares me in the face...its not filling the void.... I'm reaching back for what I let go, letting go so i can reach back...but then there was a reason it lost grip and slipped....

I'm back on the scene like a river flowing stream...I got the sprinkles to make the donut cream...but I don't eat em only learn to treat em....But if they taste good I guess I gotta feed em....Food for your thought wax on wax off...The Kabasa is guaranteed to knock your socks off..

lonely!!!!!!!! but only sleepy.... sad but happy.... Open today closed tomorrow....never look back but im stuck lookin backwards....Hummm this is what happens when you go into withdraw... I depressed...

lonely in the bed with songs in my head....visions of maken love with a body so soft...but when I open my eyes its just a pillow at myside...Time to let it go and free up some room...So may be when I open my eyes I can be holding on to you....(thought)....

Shortly and swiftly I'll drift in to eternity...to be forgotten by those drove into insanity..but remembered by those who still live with humanity...So this death ain't hard to see..Only easy to envision.. destine since the beginnin...ever since we... started sinnin..I can see the future comen and still Im not running....

Why cant you just chill and relax im not here for all this bs.... but you buggin trippen...Im crazy from the words that u shitin... **** now Im all lost for tonight straight up Im lookin for some *** for tonight..since you wanna go there Im trying to... take it there...im a be ******* cuz now i really don't care~!!!

I wish i could be so tender now... but i dont think I know how now... I'm just tryin chill to save us from future ill...It not like i want this cup to spill...Why cant strings be missin why must i be attached...Honestly i can love you but im just not ready for that...Actions of haste leave me with sour taste..as we just became ill.. because you forgotten how to chill..maybe i wont cry, but i will if we die.....

Goodafternoon cruel world how you doin, how you livin...been kinda crazy since i walked in the beginnin...but to you dear world leave my skin and my sin...Cuz where im trying go that stuff cant get in...Well in any way Im still lookin for that somethin, but if it dont come im i can go back to loven runnin!!!

Almost time to become a legal man...a lil wiser and smarter at playin my hand...no more foolish girls...nor foolish boys and there lil worlds...well maybe a lil fun...but making sure i get it done..almost time brand new to the game like Sir'Siah.......but hopefully by the end of the night ill be hearing Jeremiah.....
A piece I wrote a while back. A bunch of small poems in one, from a set of 10 that I want to make my first book called The to be continues....... I don't really think anybody is going to sit here read this but I hope you enjoy something from it. If I get enough views I might post another teaser. (Sir'Siah -my baby cousin)
Quentin Briscoe Nov 2013
Thoughts
Maybe my words are not profound enough..
or my skin Ford tough...
But my Heart is something sweet..
and these thoughts are something that can't be beat...
If only I could pull them out..
In a fashion thats not round about...
And put them down evenly...
Maybe they would sound heavenly
Or good enough to catch your ears..
Or maybe bring your eyes to tears..
See the combination is what matters tho..
I just can't say any meeny miney moe..
But my thoughts, if i could just find a flow..
Maybe i could become a pro...
and Speak my thoughts to many lands..
in hopes that they will understand..
I don't write to be difficult...
just in hopes to create a miracle..
So surely soon i will work this out..
And create dreams without a doubt...
To heal souls, minds and hearts
With just the creation of my thoughts..
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2014
Whistle if you dare...
compliment if you must...
And Die the most brutal way imaginable..
at the hands of cowards..
afraid of their own imperfections
Will they still
Till you..
no longer for just the glare of a woman
but for the stunting of your pride...
the capture of your soul
The control...
beat your mind until your teeth bleed gold..
your fist scream ******
and your heart is broken
given you the mentality of a Dope boy
Not a Black Boy..
Fight for what he believes
Now you fight just to breathe
because Air ain't free
and neither is your smile..
because they've beating you senseless
worthless....
unrecognizable as the Kings and Queens
you once were...
what a horrible death...
through the deception
that you will always be less...
Quentin Briscoe Sep 2013
Time

Through the memories of space lies time...time that we never had....but that time never stopped.... nor attempted to freeze in with the winter cold...just continued...moved along without us...and us with out it grew old...Forgetting that each other we were meant hold... So the hour glass ran out...and we grab on to somebody else...Speeding up the progress...of this collapse...That fragile moment we shared...that felt like years...that passed us by...and continued to fly..away..goes the hand of youth..as we move into maturity...and time never stops for you and me...more distance...as we remorsefully grip the arm of the innocent...and use them to blockade that space...that should be filled each others face..those lines on our faces aren't wrinkles..but a time line of every thought we had..of one another...of every thought we had that we wished time stopped... So we could find a way to share another second...but it never did so we're left with these scars of time..Security behind the heart of the wrong thing...and Freedom in the eyes of that which wont wait...Time slow down..like you did once before..in the perfect moment when we had time to adore...each other..but now we just hide..not wanting to be caught by the innocent.. for if time never stopped the reaction...of our licentious actions..it would harm the hearts we hide behind.... and then they to would have to would be forced to blame time...
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
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2013
I died twice, then you came...
Every night,I waited, tomorrow lied
See Today wasn't great as Yesterday
I jumped in two oceans blindfolded
I sank to the bottom floor...
And died again, *******, Tomorrow
6x6 6 lines, 6 words each line, each line a complete thought...Go!!!
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2014
My arms long for your embrace
eyes for your face
and kiss for your lips..

Because it's been too long..
days without you...
you turn my seconds to years..

For I fear...
You forgot..
how we feel....

perfected..
in our connection
but right now I feel broken...

Pieced apart...
for I desire what's not here..
What should be near....

You get me by with
thoughts of
our moments,,,

But my heart wants you now
my passion...
wants to die..

right between your thighs...
Quentin Briscoe May 2013
With he who is wise
Comes much sorrow
to bare....
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2012
We All so touchy Feely..But we dont want to be held...All in everything...but we dont want to be found..So We hide in the tall grass..stalking out our prey...Please dont run to fast..Still i want You to stay...together well not really...Cuz I just want you for your soul...But Im so touchy feely...So your body is my goal...So pirate we should be mates...Im just looking for your *****...and If I walk you down my plank..I beg you dont be moody...Cuz you so touch feely...it only was a joke...hurt you no not really...Till you come stabbin at my thorat...then you will be held... accounted for your deeds..Quite down your loud...Cuz everythings a need...Cuz your so touchy feely...little things set you off...Hide it no not really...Cuz your mind to me is Lost...So can i bring it back..Is this really what you want...opposites attract...Touchy feely meet a Blunt....
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2013
Inside I be alive...outside I'm in coffin...steady tryna survive...but surely suffocatin... cuz I'm confined to these walls...the prisons getting thicker...I'm at the bottom of the fall...and it's colder than the winter...hands around the bars....fist beating the casket...I'm drowning at the bars....eating fried food baskets...dig me up dig me up...just slide me the key...if I'm drinking from the wrong cup...which one should it be...world can't see it...people don't care...teachers ain't teach it...just that it ain't fair...see when you know what I know you try not to question...but if are where I am you need the intervention...stuck underground with my insides alive.. barely breathin : I don't wanna die...
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