QueenBee

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

Posts

  • Music lives here

    Music lives here.

    I can feel the rain unleashing behind my eyes

    thunderstorms building beneath the keys

    lightning strikes with each hit of the timpani.

     

    Music lives here.

  • I

    I am so creative

    So flowing

    Expressive

    And yet so literal

    Precise

    Logical

    I am a walking 80's cliche

    A walking contradiction

  • Contrasting

    I have people who will hold me 

    Love me

    Splash me in sparkles and giggles and emails

    And I have people who will hurt me

    Snark

    Sarcasm

    Never really laughing

    Never really there

  • Take me away

    Just take me away from here

    Whisper stories of starlight and fire

    Water scrambling over rocks

    Iron in my eyes

    Just take me away from here

    To a fantasyland where it's us

    Just us

  • The thoughts I'd say

    You

    Don't get it

    Don't get me

    Where did the magic go?

    I literally do have to be the best

    You can't see outside your own opinions

    And I'm a hypocrite

    Following a faulty compass but

Loves

  • The rain

    The rain scares me

    intimidates me

    loud and imposing and looming

    often arriving with thunder

    lightning

    sometimes power outages

     

    The rain comforts me

    soft drizzles rinsing out the hardships

  • 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.