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 May 2014 Quinn
Jake
Night Time.
 May 2014 Quinn
Jake
If I were to describe myself.
I would say I'm a night person.
There is something about the hours after the sun goes down and the stars come out.
That gives me peace of mind.
That things may not always seem so bright.
But that doesn't mean they are without beauty.
 May 2014 Quinn
rufus
one, we met
two, we talked
three, you looked into my eyes; you smiled and it felt different
four, talked on the phone
five, talked on the phone 'til midnight
six, i shared you my weaknesses and you told me your stories
seven, we watched movies
eight, i read you my poems
nine, we held hands
ten, you started calling me baby
eleven, you hugged me
twelve, you kissed me
thirteen*, fell completely, deeply, insanely, truly in love
this is not in order because i think we did it all at once.
 May 2014 Quinn
Anonymous Anyone
If you told me to, I would do anything.
Does that make me a fool?
Naive?
A ***** who can bleed?
Or man
Who sees
Past his own needs?
Yesterday's words, but they still make sense today.
 May 2014 Quinn
Devon Lane
My nightmares?
They aren't just nightmares.
They're more like...
night apocalypses.
Why?
My entire world
shakes hands with death
in every single
twilight terror...


You.

Life that once so desperately
clung to your lips,
has bestowed it's final kiss.  
Golden flesh is now fresh powdered mountains.
Emerald and fiery yellow hues have
departed the only eyes
I will ever drown in.

Please wake up.
 May 2014 Quinn
Emily Dickinson
1339

A Bee his burnished Carriage
Drove boldly to a Rose—
Combinedly alighting—
Himself—his Carriage was—
The Rose received his visit
With frank tranquillity
Withholding not a Crescent
To his Cupidity—
Their Moment consummated—
Remained for him—to flee—
Remained for her—of rapture
But the humility.
 Apr 2014 Quinn
Unnamed
I spent my life going your way.
I wasted my time following your lead.
I trusted you judgement and you let me die,
alone, heartless and cold.

When you came to my apartment I loved you.
You pointed me downwards and never picked me up.
You showed me an endless love,
which had an end.

We had our own adventure defying gravity.
Learning to dance the bad way.
We beat down the good to embrace each other,
so we can live in our evil.

Now I understand what you put me through.
You brought me to rock bottom.
You left me to die alone,
heartless and cold.

Home is for the leveled.
Death is for the pure.
The hardheartedness of you,
leaves me unsure.

I will continue to live without you.
I will leave your awful leach.
Today I will become anew,
all because you can't defy yourself.
 Apr 2014 Quinn
amrutha
The tears are yours,
the pain is mine
The wounds are yours,
the blood which runs out?
Mine.
The fears are yours,
the trials are mine
The problem is yours,
Just who the hell am I?
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