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I hate waiting,
but I'm the one who's always late.

I hate talking to people,
yet I often have the most to say.

I hate being ignored,
but want others to go away.

I hate feeling neglected,
though I forget those around me by letting my thoughts lead me astray...

I hate clingy people,
yet I find myself obsessing over you everyday.

I hate it when others try to get close to me, however, I continue to dream of having the chance to be close to you;
wishing that you'd stay...
2:30am thoughts...
 Mar 2016 Quisha
Timothy H
wow, what exactly just happened?
not déjà vu, really
more of stars aligning in my direction
dripping a divine drop
a touch
from that which resides in the recess of the mystery
of the notyetknown
 Mar 2016 Quisha
NE Boateng
Hello my name is...
Girl, child
and I've been stereotyped,
by what society wants,
Because they pull me and taunt,
at what I deserve,
they just want our curves,
So hello my name is...
Girl, child
and I've been stereotyped.
 Mar 2016 Quisha
NA
Solitude
 Mar 2016 Quisha
NA
Not every lonely soul
Is looking for a saviour.
Sometimes,
A person's solitude
Is the only company
They need.
I Smoke To Feel Good,
I Smoke To Get High,
I Smoke To Simply..
Get You Out Of My Mind.
To that inspiring guy victor barajas... v.v kinda changed and renamed .. blahhh opposite of drinking though.
 Mar 2016 Quisha
vea vents
Chains
 Mar 2016 Quisha
vea vents
Once a stranger, now a "mother" had given birth to *a daughter
A daughter, unknown, untouched like a stranger
A stranger to the world and all that was known
All that was known was duplicated thereafter
Thereafter, duplicated by all those she encountered
Encountered by all those who had been duplicated
Duplicated in a world full of knowledge
Knowledge, that had been corrupted
Corrupted by those who had pretended in fear
Fear planted by the world and, mother and father
Father was so-and-so
So now, let’s be so-and-so
And so, on-and-on; the chain continues
Continues until another mother gives birth to a daughter
A daughter, gives birth to another daughter
Another daughter gives birth to another
Another, unknown, once a stranger
To my mother.
 Aug 2015 Quisha
Abs
confide in me
 Aug 2015 Quisha
Abs
i can't wait to wash the blood out of your clothes,
to show you that you're less alone.
and to prove how delicate you are,
close your eyes and get in your car.

the brakes don't exist any more,
just you, the wheel and your grip teaching you to soar.
you know how to live one more time,
without coming home or trying to commit a crime.

and once more you'll find your God,
you'll claim that he's a fraud.
the body of yours will start to go numb,
i'll slowly touch your beating skin, starting with my thumb.

you sleep deeply until it is sunset again,
i'd **** to touch ink from your pen.
drive slower and safer to stay breathing,
and so i can avoid more grieving.
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