QueenBee

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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  • Glimpses

    Noise

    Warming up

    Keys

    Fingerings

    Chatter

    Laughter

    The chorale

    Stopping

    Starting

    "Again"

    "I know you can do better than that"

    Serious but

    You also love it

  • Cornered

    Cornered

    I put my hands up

    Like you taught me

    Only now

    You're the one attacking

    "Helping" because

    You "just want me to feel better"

    And I braced for impact

  • Distracted and angry

    I'm distracted.

    Why did I let myself become so reliant

    Dependent

    So stupid

    Ugh I'm so mad.

    So mad.

    I let myself become distracted by silly things I could want

    I let myself want them

  • Beauty

    Beauty is

    Not hiding being a thick mask

    A thick layer that is not you.

    Beauty is

    Not wanting to be someone's doll

    Someone's plaything

    We are not here for decoration.

    Beauty is knowing what you want

  • A Study of Patience

    Don't force them; don't make fun of them.

    Take them places where they feel loved and safe,

    and watch them relax.

    Don't grab them or get frustrated with them; have patience.

    Wait for them to come to you.

Loves

  • Safe space

    My virtual home

    where I can make my words dance and no one can change the choreography

    where I can be loved by other people like me

    where I can realize that I'm not as alone in the world as I originally thought

  • Walking home

    This is when all my thoughts merge

    into one big cloud

    chasing me everywhere

    demanding things

    this is when I answer

    when I walk home

    when I contemplate reality

    life

    existence in general

  • Chorus

    I shouldn't like it but I do,

    a drip of poison or 2.

     

    You love me,

    and I love you.

     

    4 years is too long to wait,

    I need you now,

    let me get a taste.

     

  • Poetry

    By KickingKek363

    cold as ice

    brushing fingertips against skin

    cold as ice.

     

    lying here, late at night

    cold as ice.

     

    the second his sweatshirt was absent

  • Poetry

    By KickingKek363

    tears

    ~F

    i felt so numb when he told me

    that he used to feel the same. 

    honestly, i should've expected this, yet im shocked.