"queit" poems
I miss your *****
Almost as much as i miss your *******
I want you more than i can comprehend
These perverted thoughts i dont even pretend
Theyre not all i think about all day
Also i can honestly say
I ********** to her
At a massive rate
It blows my mind
How one of a kind
This georgious ******* girl is
Please oh please will ya be my miss
I swear ill be better to you
Than anybody ever you never knew
If you swear down youll be mine
Ill bring you flowers on valentines
Black roses that remind us of death and ****
Ill make sure you are aways well lit
High as a kite you know what i mean?
And dispite of how crazy it seems,
When i do finally greet death,
Hopfully overdosed on some neat ****
I will be embraced by satan himself,
BUT WHAT NO! WHATS THAT BEHIND THE SHELF?!
Out flys a glorious Anni
Chariot pulled by badass pegasi
She pulls out her mighty scabard
Slices and dices the decaying *******
wait wait went off track a bit
That last part...didnt quite fit
But im just obsessing
Seriously not messing
I want you so bad
It makes me so mad
I want you and all of you
Im not queit sure what to do
From there
But i dont care.
My one and only demand
I just want to hold your hand
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC
Everyone started hating her.
They started hating her for her loud laugh.
They started hating her for her intentions to crave love.
They started hating her for being so rude!
They started hating her for her irritating moods.
They started hating her for her wrong decisions.
They started hating her for her carelessness.
And They started ignoring her for her weird stories. They started ignoring her for who she was.
And She became queit.
Queit,as she was judged from the outside.
All she could do that time was to wonder, why?
Why they judged her for something she did and not for something that made her do that!
It was her turn to hate then!
So she started hating herself.
So she Hated her being.
Hated herself for every breath she took.
Hated herself for every wrong decision she took and for every wrong person she chose.
She hated herself for lying on the floor and crying day and night.
And then,after days,she decided to stop hating herself.
And so she left!
"Not every ending is a happy ending".
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
SO QUEIT AND DEEP,
NOTHING BAD THAT IN CREEPS;
EVERYTHING Z HUMBLE AND IN PEACE.
CALMNESS AND GLOW SPARKLES EVERYWHERE.
PEOPLE DO WHATEVER THEY DARE,
SO THEY MAY SHIMMER IN HEAVEN.
NEVER, THERE! THEY ARE DRENCHED IN RUES.
THERE,
A BOUNDARY OF SMILES, AS A CIRCLE;
BOBS UP AND DOWN WITH JOYS ALL AROUND.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
Tired Eyes
stargazing at night
Cold breeze
moves swiftly by the queit home
Deep Breaths
taken in, to calm and conquer
Natural High
received through natures beauty
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
It all happened so quick
unknown
like to just be any regular day
going the same pace
to an ordinary day going so
blue streak
all i can think is my heartbeat
once so steady in a rhythm of the wind on a breathless night
now its all of the matter of time
when everyrhing just stops
quiet
thats all i here
quiet
oh what a lovely sound
the sound of breaking
the sound of nothimg
this is my music
my days with no end
are filled with this soumd
queit
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC