Quinn Talen Poems

A flower small on a mossy wall,
In cracks where silence dares to crawl.
The bricks are dark with rain and age,
Yet life defies the weathered cage.
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I'm shattered pieces on the floor
A reflection of what's been before
A soul that's cracked, a heart that's worn
Too broken to be mended, or so I've sworn
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I. Behind This Mask
Pain and death has become a part of me,
And there's nothing I can do about it.
I walk in anxiety and depression each day,
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Hello to days all fresh and new,
A canvas brushed in morning dew.
The past now sleeps in quiet grace,
The future shines upon your face.
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It was my fault she rejected me,
Because I had gotten too close.
It wasn't supposed to happen,
But fate really played with me.
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As I gaze into her amber eyes,
I could feel the heat in me.
Her innocence drives me crazy,
Making me want to do bad things.
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The first three days were a blur—
Of heat, breath, and hurried whispers.
She moved like poetry I hadn't read,
And I, foolishly, tried to memorize her with touch.
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It unraveled slowly…
Not with a fight or sudden end,
But with silence—
The kind that creeps in between moments
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The morning she left felt colder than winter.
Not because the sun refused to rise—
But because she did.
Quietly.
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