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qynce b May 2014
You must enjoy your
youth, but become embarrassed
once it's come and gone.

Dread becoming old.
But once you have gotten there,
you must embrace it.
qynce b May 2014
Un bonhomme de neige
fondu sur ma l'herbe morte. Bonne
THANKS 2 PPL ON GEN/RAN FOR HELPING esp bucky ( and Hannah uwu
qynce b May 2014
I wish humans had
evolved with six fingers so
we would use base twelve.
for the curious:
qynce b May 2014
I get so confused
About when things happened in
my life. When was that?
qynce b Apr 2014
Because I feel nostalgic
holding onto the ends of my sleeves
so they won't get bunched when I put on my coat

Because I think of the past
whenever I eat at Dairy Queen
or drive by the park in the town I grew up in

Because I can't forget
balancing on railroad ties
or fishing for nothing in the ditch outside my house

Because I remember
the time my cat killed a rabbit
and burying a box of toys in the yard with my sister for Pirate Day

Because my childhood was filled with
visiting you at work and meeting you for lunch
and climbing on your work truck even though you told me not to

Because whenever I see the Big Dipper
I remember you pointing it out one night
and not being able to make it out in the blackness

Because remembering anything of those days
I am suddenly struck with your presence in them
and the realization that looking back on the days I live now

I won't be able to feel nostalgic for you anymore
(my grandpa in case you were wondering)
qynce b May 2014
She told me today
she could smell my blood. I blushed
and her nose wrinkled.
qynce b May 2015
my telescope, a
layer of dust, I haven't
seen the sky in years
qynce b Apr 2014
I used to stay up
Late into the night thinking
About everything
i tend to sleep more soundly now
qynce b May 2014
I am the girl who
Walks through spiderwebs and steps
On dirt and petals
qynce b Apr 2014
This ghost will not stop
Clawing at my bedroom door
Why not just phase through?
qynce b Apr 2014
I have been informed
That phasing through walls is just
A stereotype.
qynce b May 2014
Ma chatte est vieux et
ma autre chatte est vieux et je
suis vieillis chaque jour
qynce b Apr 2014
My grandmother is
A very pale lady
Who floats off the ground.
qynce b Apr 2014
I am a happy
And well-adjusted child
Learning to be sad.
qynce b May 2014
I love her paintings.
I lie on the floor bleeding,
smiling as she paints.
qynce b May 2014
I felt her cold hand
Lay upon my shoulder and
Then I felt five more
qynce b May 2014
I can't recall last
night; only my love, her grin.
Her teeth as they tore.
qynce b May 2014
The kids I knew when
We were young are taller than
I will ever be
qynce b Jun 2014
She makes us breakfast.
Cooking in the pan, a heap
of fresh cockroaches.
qynce b May 2014
"That's my skin," I say.
"That is very much my skin."
She just keeps clawing.
qynce b May 2014
Please keep in mind, I've lost my glasses
and can't see very well right now.
So sorry if I miss your clear annoyance
or mistake your rejection for acceptance.

I can't find my glasses
sorry if I don't make much sense.
Everything's quite blurry
and turned well into nonsense.

And I know the rhyming in this poem
isn't very good at all.
But you see, I've lost my glasses
and can't see very well right now.
qynce b Apr 2014
I may never get
Used to seeing adults at
The same eye level
qynce b Apr 2014
My girl likes to sleep
Suspended in mid-air and
Vibrating loudly
qynce b May 2014
Racing with the rain
I pull ahead and turn off
my wipers. For now.
qynce b May 2014
Bonjour, mon enfant.
Que! Mon amour, tu es vert!
Pourquoi, mon enfant?
qynce b Apr 2014
Her eyes rolled to the
Back of her head and she sent
Forth a swarm of bees
qynce b Apr 2014
I have cried oceans
For those who could not shed a
Single tear for me
this sounds deep but im talking about fictional characters
qynce b Jun 2014
My fears manifest
As danger in my dreams, but
I don't get nightmares
qynce b May 2014
Their house is filled with
beautiful art, and things her
children claim are art.
qynce b May 2014
Bugs fly over my
Windshield, carried by wind
Up and over. Safe.
qynce b May 2014
I know you shouldn't
Touch service dogs but please. Please
let me pet your dog.
qynce b May 2014
qynce b Apr 2014
The moon looks so so
so so so so so so so
so bright in your eyes.
qynce b Apr 2014
I glanced a vision
out of the corner of my
eye. It said “Hello.”
qynce b May 2014
People don't hate me
as much as I like to con-
vince myself they do.
qynce b Oct 2014
Everything feels so long ago
Yesterday seems to be miles away
Yet I don’t feel the physical distance between us
Literal miles away
v short poem
qynce b Apr 2014
The ghost that haunts me
Seems to respect privacy
But not sleep habits
qynce b Apr 2014
Watch the trees regrow
Their leaves in the spring and wish
You could join them
qynce b May 2014
tic toc.* minutes turn
into hours into days
turn into regrets
qynce b May 2014
we met on the fourth of july
and you were so fly
and i was so white
and that first rhyme was so white
(i know)
but we stayed up all night
just looking at the stars trying to find constellations
and i looked it up later and we got them all wrong
and to be honest we didn't meet on the fourth of july

it's only may
and i see you every tuesday
and i see you every thursday
and we talk and we laugh
and i never look back
on our conversations and feel anxious
like i do with everyone else
and to be honest it's june and not may

you're leaving for college in only a month
and i'm only a junior and that really *****
and we're on the same wavelength and we have the same tastes
and really i just oh my god i really like your face
and you got accepted to my top choice college
but you're going to somewhere in florida instead
and to be honest you're leaving in much sooner than a month

and i won't meet anyone on the fourth of july
i'll stare at the stars and wonder why
though i don't feel anxious or weird talking to you
i still couldn't get up the courage to go through
with saying anything to your face, your really nice face
that would smile and laugh while we tried to find constellations
and to be honest i'll meet someone on the fourth of july
but it will only be hercules, high in the sky
qynce b May 2014
Some sun spots are big
As earth and jupiter's red
Spot is twice our size
this is such an overused theme wow
qynce b Sep 2015
never understood
my love being platonic
will make it worth less
i want you

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