The Queit Muse

Hey this is Tisya! I decided to make this account to get back into writing and let my creativity flow. Thanks for visiting this page!

[the-quiet-muse]

The mood outside is perfect — Dark, Quiet, and Drizzling. Even after Mother Earth has created a perfect scene for me to make memories and be happy, why am I not feeling that? Perhaps the light rain is attempting to mask this loneliness and longing. Perhaps it’s because happy memories were once made in this same scene with someone I horribly miss. The melancholy songs that I often love to listen to in happiness are now reflecting the same emotions. Oh Mother Earth, is there a way to turn back time and relive the once happily memories I so oh cherish with my friend? Or is this one of your tests for your pure entertainment?

[the-quiet-muse]

Roses are red, the cliches are too,

Heart-shaped balloons float into view.

Everywhere lovers, hand in hand,

Lost in a world I don’t understand.

Cafes are packed, candles aglow,

Soft whispers melting like fallen snow.

Bouquets exchanged, sweet words to say—

Guess I’ll just treat myself today.

I scroll past stories, the love-filled kind,

Tangled in captions I wish were mine.

But chocolate’s half off, so that’s a win,

Love for myself is where I begin.

No dinner date, no serenade,

Just freedom in plans that never get made.

Maybe next year— who’s to say?

But for now, I’m thriving this Valentine’s Day.

[the-quiet-muse]

The groundhog rose, so proud, so bold,

Declared more weeks of bitter cold.

A shadow cast, a solemn sight,

“Winter stays!” he claimed with might.

But lo! The world ignored his say,

For spring had come without delay.

The crocus bloomed, the robins sang,

And warmth upon my shoulder rang.

The breeze was soft, the skies were blue,

The sun outshine his forecast too.

No frost, no snow, no bitter chill-

Just golden light in every hill.

Poor groundhog, lost in old folklore,

Your winter tales mislead once more.

For nature laughs at what you see,

And dances into spring care free.

[the-quiet-muse]

Oh, 2024, you came so fast,

A whirlwind year that couldn’t last.

I walked the stage, cap in the air,

High school behind, dreams everywhere.

I packed my life, left what I knew,

A new state, new skies, a different view.

An adult now, or so they say,

Learning to live in my own brave way.

The tears, the laughs, the moments fleeting,

Every goodbye, every new meeting.

You taught me strength, you showed me how,

To hold me ground, to live the now.

But next year waits a bright light,

A canvas clean, a future bright.

I’ll carry this growth, the lessons I’ve earned,

And step with hope towards dreams unturned.

[the-quiet-muse]

Eighteen dawns like a whispered breeze,

A bridge stretched over uncertain seas.

The world unfurls, both vast and wide,

A thrilling road, no place to hide.

A clock has chimed; the hour’s here,

A step beyond the sheltered sphere.

The weight of dreams, the pull of fear,

Each hope shines bright, yet shadows near.

What lied ahead? None truly know-

A tangle of paths where courage must grow.

Will I stumble, or will I rise?

The answer gleams in uncharted skies.

Excitement sparks, a roaring flame,

Life calls aloud, it knows my name.

But echoes of doubt linger still,

A fragile heart, a stead fast will.

Goodbye to rules, to hands that guide,

Hello to risks, to leaps untied.

The world is scary, wild, and vast,

Yet every step outshines the past.

So here I stand, on fate’s bright shore.

Eighteen and ready to explore.

Though fear may whisper, I won’t delay-

The future begins today.

[the-quiet-muse]

Snow drifts gently, a silent decree,

Blanketing earth in a white, quiet plea.

Each snowflake unique, yet blending the same,

Like body’s of students playing the school’s game.

The weight builds softly layer by layer,

Icing the ground, giving a quiet prayer.

Paths once clear now hidden out of sight,

The journey ahead veiled by white.

But as the storm wanes, and skies grow clear,

The brilliance remains, sharper and sincere.

For beneath the chill lies a beautiful glow,

Finals passed, like melting snow.