Quinn : Writing

Colours

Colours

A Poem by Quinn


Part of spoken poetry
Tearing apart

Tearing apart

A Poem by Quinn


I’ve reached for a bottle that wasn’t thereI’ve mastered the silent screamI’ve worked out how to feel the painWithout it showi..
Pain

Pain

A Poem by Quinn


There is a pain in my footBecause I’m not walking freeThere is an ache in my legBecause I’m not standing tallThere is a cramp in my handBe..
Faith

Faith

A Poem by Quinn


Exactly how I feel right now.
What is this?

What is this?

A Poem by Quinn


I am very confused about where a guy and I stand now.
Repeat

Repeat

A Poem by Quinn


When I’m drunk does it show I’m trapped or too free?Because when I’m drunk I don’t know if it’s meWhen I drink I am aliv..
It controls me

It controls me

A Poem by Quinn


The beer is in my headThe wine bottle is my soulThe liqueur isle holds my spiritI know it’s destroying me wholeYet I year for each sipI desire e..
The bottle has won

The bottle has won

A Poem by Quinn


Another poem focused around my battle with addiction.
Mishandled pain

Mishandled pain

A Poem by Quinn


Emotions and feelings are difficultI get other peoples but not my ownSometimes they just overwhelm meUsually when I am aloneI don’t know what I&..
Understand. De-Clutter.

Understand. De-Clutter.

A Poem by Quinn


I don’t know what’s inside meNot the blood and guts and goreJust what goes on inside my headI don’t really know anymoreI’ve sp..