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Nov 2013 · 482
I'd rather not be there
Quinn Nov 2013
Its a feeling that I'm not quite in place
The place I'm supose to be
Here amongest the civilized who share my blood
I was born wild in this house of elegant beauty
How alone I am in this mass of strangers
Oh how I long to be amongest the heathens
Who howl and prowl in the open night
They are my home
But forbidden am I
And forced to act civil
Oh how I must look to my kin
Whose wildness was tamed
I am a sweet rebel in this world of rules and laws
Oh proper world and all its amenities
I just want to be with my kind
I just want to be understood
Nov 2013 · 370
Squandered breath
Quinn Nov 2013
Some pray and some wish
A cold breathless whisper on their lips
Snow, please, snow
A simple hope
That the land will become frost bitten and white
Crispness, blanketing the land
They dream of such beauty
So when they wake to rain
The groans are endless
And their faith, ever so slightly, waning
Nov 2013 · 607
Words like vomit
Quinn Nov 2013
The whites of your eyes were yellow
Yellow like old parchment
The heavy dark bags beneath them made you old
The disgust was plain
And your words like *****
The first tears spilled across my lips
And I ran, not looking back
In my infinite sadness I flourished
The dark whispering deadly soft words in my ears
And so I never forgot
Nov 2013 · 699
Beautiful fools
Quinn Nov 2013
Your fingers were rough and calloused
Always rough and calloused
Work was all you knew
Besides women and *****
***** and women
Your soft sad smile I remember well
And your smell
I could get high from the heavy mix of wood and paint
Your black hair slicked back
I loved when you took me to bars
You'd buy me an ice cream or some pop
Oh, those were the good ol' days
When you flirted with waitresses and bartenders alike
I was so niave
A blissful thing, to be a fool
A beautiful fool
Nov 2013 · 558
Autumnal Whispers
Quinn Nov 2013
Orange and red
Besmirched upon the ground
Oppressed winds howl in the lead hearts of man
No words are spoken
as silence swallows the land
With is haunts and its banshee calls
Shadows grow longer
and their folly is immense
As our night becomes their play ground
And their prescense becomes our fear
When the moon is high and waiting
Silver fingers
out stretched to greet the sleeping heads of man
To fill them with effervescenent dreams
Melencholy minds are set at ease as the fireside blazes
Satin stares and obscure kisses fill the night
As the seemingly never ending night
Chases the day
Secret lovers flourish
As it all just fade away
Quinn Nov 2013
But dust on the feet that hang over us
Shells, of the regrettful past we know
The only thing we know is true
Batered, ******,
Beaten
No one dare show compassion
for lack of life and harvest
They feel their end
Nov 2013 · 1.0k
Wonder Lust
Quinn Nov 2013
Lavander sweet, butterfly breezes
Love in the dusty yellow sunshine
Mason jars filled to the brim with liquid amber and honey
Fragrant daffodils, flourishing tall as trees
And
Darling panseys and daisys
Who dance like suthern bells
Bees take flight and the nights are filled with wonderlust
and longing
Starlight grazing the slightest lullaby
As is grows like thunder
And threatens to tear the unconciousness from your eyes
Quinn Nov 2013
Lonely souls of the same kind
      Comiserate
Nov 2013 · 1.3k
Louisiana Purchase
Quinn Nov 2013
All the humid nights in summer, the ones that keep you up at night. Crickets chirping, fan whirring, heat rolling off my skin, as I close my eyes and listen. The end of my insomnia, creating comfort in my suffering soul. The tall glass of sickly sweet southern ice tea is all the twinkling stars above my head and the chinking of glasses of celebration. All the red in my veins and when my heart pumps it whispers his name like a well kept secret, but everybody knows. Salvation like an arrow to the heart, so much pain but so much saved.
Nov 2013 · 297
Just dead
Quinn Nov 2013
I'm as cold as death
The black night seeping into my bones
Obsidian under my skin
Crystals grow and dig in deep
Poison
I'm as cold as death
I am just dead
Nov 2013 · 466
Evaporated
Quinn Nov 2013
The sweet untouchable devils
Laugh like queens of ice
Wicked words on their tongue
God holds no truth in Their Night
A girl howls absently
Gone with the love she breathed
Into Their Night's air
Gone
Nov 2013 · 536
Fly away, home
Quinn Nov 2013
Cold blood stirs in a barren heart
The soul long dead
And the heart flown away
Leaving an empty withering shell behind
Cracked ribs creak and break with the wheezing of breath
Cob webs and leaves litter the mind
Making thought slow and insignificant
One day the heart may come back
And enter it's withered cage
But the scars will show
And naught will be the same again
Nov 2013 · 992
Tender little Wild flowers
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
Nov 2013 · 413
What is done is done
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
Oct 2013 · 221
Now I'm going to hell
Quinn Oct 2013
I did it
I can't believe I did it
Why?
Good lawdy
why?
Why did I kissed him?
Oct 2013 · 658
Come home
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
Oct 2013 · 345
Taylor
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
Oct 2013 · 358
I can't wait
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
Oct 2013 · 615
But it is all in my head
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
Quinn Oct 2013
It was a dance of allure, pure like sugar cane,
And each step was ****** to begin with.
Jazz roared wild through our hearts,
Strumming on our bass notes.
Each bitter sweet note was tender and painless.
The rough jazz singer called out into the night,
The band played and stars sung out in all their elegance
And we danced
And danced.
The music died low
And the stars hummed softly to the night.
There was a temptation in the satin thump of a bass
As our hearts strummed together.
Then a string broke,
The band stopped,
The room dimmed,
The stars wept,
The polished brass of the trumpets became rusty and blackend,
The singer melted away into shadows,
And the room was now simply old and abandoned.
And this was my new truth.
Quinn Oct 2013
Wild strawberries in august heat
With a bitter taste and frail being
Only plucked and tasted by the curious
Native to gardens and lawns
Growing rampant in the grass
Domesticated to no one
Free
Sep 2013 · 398
Crashing through my head
Quinn Sep 2013
I can see you crashing through my head
Although I know our love is dead
Cast into the sea with all my heart
When you said goodbye with a poison dart
That killed me on the spot
While you ran away with the lot
It makes me sick everytime
Because you made me feel so sublime
Was our love so cheap to you
That you thought another girl was due?
Well know now our love is dead
As you go crashing through my head
I just realize how tacky rhyming is
Sep 2013 · 387
Day dream Symphony No. 1
Quinn Sep 2013
Oh what it would be like
To play your ribs like a piano,
Run my hands over the smooth ivory that is your skin,
To trace long the curve of your spine,
Draw all the little bumps with my finger,
To trail kisses along your jaw line,
And to lay claim to every bit of you
With every little bit of me.
Sep 2013 · 774
Pinpricks
Quinn Sep 2013
There is a cool breeze in my bone
The inky night closes in
The wolves curse in the blackness
With their wordsless whispers
That settle in my bones like winter"s warmth
The wovles groan and whimper to the dead moon
With her pale sunken face
She calms the world with white
And all is silent
Except for the tiny pinpricks
Who speeak volumes
But can only be heard by few
The escape of the light is effortless
As the breeze blows them away
And a single pinprick remains
Then that too is silenced
So for this idea all credit goes to my good friend Andrew. It was his "pinpricks in the inky blackness" that got me in a poetically inclined mood.
Sep 2013 · 607
Blue
Quinn Sep 2013
Cold blankets cover blue toes
Heavy hearts sleep soundly in a sagging bending bed
Pale eye lids do not stir, do not flutter
A withered face is still,
Wrinkles stiff
Crooked hands folded over a cold crooked heart
A flat, deflated chest is sunken in and hollow
Snow nipped lips pressed in a soft curve for eternity
Sep 2013 · 674
I feel,
Quinn Sep 2013
As still as snow
As cold as silence
As brilliant as lovers
As blind as the Reaper
As endless as depression
As periless as the ocean
As selfish as life
As dead as common sense
As deadly as passion
As warm as blood
As empty as a promise
As comforting as smoke
As nessicary as the end
As lovely as the dark
As ferocious as love
As sick as reality
As wicked as happiness
As false as god
As pointless as liberty
As tall as feeling
As cruel as fate
As lonely as the wind
As twisted as a book
As heartbreaking as the future
As true as a compass
As sweet as wild flowers
As somber as the stars
As sad as thunder
As soft as freshly cut grass
As quiet as blue
As vivid as a stupid wish
As compassionate as a rock
I feel the world inside me
And its weight on my shoulders
Sep 2013 · 441
By Andrew
Quinn Sep 2013
"Sometimes words come when you’re on an adventure. Sometimes words come when you’re alone under a starry night sky. Sometimes they beat down on you like the sun. Sometimes they softly fall from the sky like a summer rain. Words about beauty, love, war, hate. Words about passion, sorrow, tears, and smiles. Soft words that speak loud and loud words that speak soft. Words come from everywhere, all sides and all angles. The Words, however, are fleeting and frail, they only wish to be captured and remembered. Stories of far-flung fantasy, grounded reality, dark and dreary, or light and uplifting. This is the Soul of the Word. I sit her, waiting on the Words, waiting for their revelations and insights. My pen is eager, but the fire is starved and cold. Why won’t they come? "
This was not written by me but a dear friend and I just wanted to share it with y'all
Sep 2013 · 1.1k
A man made concept
Quinn Sep 2013
How it slips through my finger tips
Like smoke
Or was it ever really there
The hour glass is empty
As is my soul
Tossed into the abyss of forever
And ever
And ever
Falling for eternity
Taking with it the lives of those its skeletal hands can reach
And then we all turn to ash
Sep 2013 · 366
Stars
Quinn Sep 2013
I have galaxies hidden between my bones
And I will love you until the stars burn out
Sep 2013 · 775
And, Oh, How They Burn
Quinn Sep 2013
Smoke in the air
Ciggarettes on my tongue
The sweet taste of nothingness
The water is warm
But my heart is ice cold
Unsaid words like acid in my throat
Aug 2013 · 340
I don't have parents
Quinn Aug 2013
I am not the child of a mother or father
But rather a side effect of a rather unexpected night
I am the child of a broken past
The one that sang me to sleep at night
And tucked me in
It was a better being sheltered by an idea
Then a drunk
Aug 2013 · 411
O.D
Quinn Aug 2013
O.D
Utter silence pierced the night
The still stiffling endless obsidian night
Yet silence spoke true
And it rang loud in my soft ears
Calling to me
Taunting me with its sharp fingers
Its dark thoughts spun round and round
Wrapping me up in it cold embrace
Tears didn't fall
And my face didn't waffer
But was still and unmoving
And I was carried away by no tide of emotion
All I did was open my eyes and saw white
And was at peace with nothing
And felt nothing
And was nothing
Empty
Aug 2013 · 314
The green lady
Quinn Aug 2013
I closed my eyes
And ignored
And was blind
I held my torch high
And my tablet tight
With its righteous words
I closed my eyes to the ignorance
And others followed suit
My green robes flowing around me I became a lie
Aug 2013 · 334
I love you not
Quinn Aug 2013
I love you not
Nor will I ever
I could never love you
No matter how hard I can try
I could never give you my soul
For you deserve so much more then the sad soul of this lonely girl
Because I can't put the burden of my heavy heart on your shoulders
For I care for you much more then you shall ever know My dearest
More then you shall ever know
Quinn Aug 2013
Why is it
That when a person is gone
Do you feel your need for them to be there?
Its as if they are toys that you didn't bother playing with when you were little
They were just fixtures in your room
All you wanted was more toys,
Different ones
Because the old ones were never good enough
Then when your parents wanted to get rid of them you protested
But they were already gone
And you felt the sting and pain and need for them to be there
You lost your fixtures
Because of the selfish need for more
Quinn Aug 2013
Your cold abscent arms wrap around me
And as it seems I love you
Everything about you
I love how you make my lips turn blue when you kiss me
Or your constant nipping at my nose
And how you make everything colder
And beautiful
So beautiful
But I fear
One of these days I am going to fall asleep next to you
Fragile and pale
And you'll **** me in my sleep
By a cruel trick of nature
Because all you wanted to do was fall asleep next to me
And hold me tight
Aug 2013 · 261
The wise old writers
Quinn Aug 2013
I like reading
Old peoples poems
They always are filled with an odd sense of knowing
And it makes me feel safe to know someone  **knows
Quinn Aug 2013
Sad eyes
For a sad girl
Its just all the make up I wear
To hide my poor mishapen soul
But I laugh because I look like a racoon
Which is just so
Because I'm rabid at heart
Quinn Aug 2013
"Your mood must be cycling," He said without discretion
Because I didn't want anymore awards
Because it doesn't mean anymore to me then a stupid patch on a stupid shirt
Because I feel more accomplished without it then with it
Because it doesn't matter
It never did
But he would never accept that
"I think you need a better medication." He said with ignorance
All his awards and medals and patches sewn on to perfection and shining like vainity
Quinn Aug 2013
In beautiful waves of
Reds
Old cartoons
Stupid jokes
Laughter ringing in my ear like sunshine
Tangurines
Purples
A mother's hypocracy
A lovely woman, sleeping softly
Rainy Days
Sadness
Bird songs
A beautiful spring dress wore to a morbid event
Greens
The sounds of a young adolecent trying to prove her point
Teals
A child's stubborn nature
Black
The nostalgia comes
To a weary heart
And suddenly I need an asprin
Aug 2013 · 400
Blured
Quinn Aug 2013
I'm taking ten steps back
Figurativly speaking of course
Really I'm just going back
To all the old things that used to make me smile
A year or two ago
That seems
So very long ago
Yet
A day or two ago
The lines are blured
Aug 2013 · 265
Words
Quinn Aug 2013
Pent up so long within me they seem now to be tumbling off my tongue
Getting stuck between my teeth
I try to choke them down
Like I always do
But its usless
Aug 2013 · 537
Helvetica
Quinn Aug 2013
I feel like my sadness has become my default mindset
And my negativity never ceases to amaze me
In the most putrid sense of the word
*Amaze
Aug 2013 · 563
Never Ever
Quinn Aug 2013
The light fades to black
Chased away by demons
Each with their peircing gaze
With their razor sharp teeth
And claws for the ****
And the shred
To tear into the flesh
And to destroy
Everything you ever loved
Ever hoped for
Ever dreamed
Till, suddenly, your crying on the floor
And they're laughing
The awful sons of ******* are laughing at you
Shrill and condcending
They're laughing at your misery
At how pathetic you are
At your weakness
And most of all
At your pain
Soon that is all you can feel
Pain
And hurt
And torment
Because they remind you
It's what they exsist for
To remind you
Each and everyday you take in breath
Of how alone
How vulnerable you really are
And piece by piece
You break
And shatter
But no matter how many times you pick up the pieces
You will never
Ever
Truly be whole again
Never
Ever
But the pain soon fades
You become numb
Soon
When you are cold
And sleeping
Sleeping so soundly
Nothing could ever wake you
Or break you
Not anymore

— The End —