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Quinn Nov 2013
It was the slightest gossamer touch
And it brought me to my knees
I awoke in a panic
Only to see you were gone
But this time not a dream
In your wake you left hazy day dreams
Full of laughter and honey suckle
Darling, there was starlight dancing
As candles flickered and lilac and mint swayed in the lazy breeze
There was fruit ripe for the harvest and you reaped it
Sweet nectars dripped down your palm as you caught it with your tongue
And offered it to me
Oh how ripe, how sweet
Now be stilled in my soul
The tender wildflowers that were yours
Now I would never forget
Though the sands of time may ravage my heart
Wild flowers will still flourish in my temperance
So it was not a dream
Though I was asleep
For so many years
Now enlightened with soft little wildflowers
that grow deep in my soul
Quinn Nov 2013
They are the faint whispers of sensation
Tickling the very edges of my mind
The conscience that tells me all the sad little truths I know
It pains me
So I deny them
They are the haunting past that is mine
I cannot run
Nor do I
Quinn Oct 2013
I did it
I can't believe I did it
Why?
Good lawdy
why?
Why did I kissed him?
Quinn Oct 2013
Why do I miss you?
It just feels so wrong
After all these years I've spent trying to hate you

I miss you terribly
Through all the lies
Through all the abandoment over the years
Through the pain

I miss you horribly
Its putrid
But I still love you

So please, daddy,
Come home
Please
Quinn Oct 2013
She is the last little ray of sunshine at the end of the day
My skin soaking in every last bit of her
I reach out to catch her but
I'll never be able to
She is my salvation, my soul
I can feel her roar through me like a hurricane
Shaking my support beams and rattling my windows
I break and she fixes me
And loves me
In every way I don't deserve
I love her whole heartedly
And she has ruined me for the world
Quinn Oct 2013
The devil doesn't lie
He just tells us the truth that we don't want to hear
He whispers in our ears the sad realities inside us
So we search for a god to justify us
To feed us lies
That make us feel better
When, really, its all empty promises
And denial
We are all the devil
We are all going to hell
Quinn Oct 2013
Deadly fingers creep up my spine like ivy
Dread soaked lips steal the hushed breath from my lungs
Phantom eyes peer into my soul
And eat away my flesh
I am bare before this creature
As I am naked, vulnerable, it attacks me
Its bones rattle and creak
as it eats away at me
Covering me in anxiety
And the beast sees
With no eyes
It sees me
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