Qween Bre:
CLASS OF 2007
Jordan Vocational High SchoolClass of 2007
Columbus, GA
Qween's Story
Qween is from Las Vegas, Nevada. Qween's schools include Jordan Vocational High School. Qween later attended Bauder (CMA) . Qween works(ed) at Phase One (company).
Music Qween likes includes Nicki Minaj, Teazz Yung, Monica. Books Qween likes include Zane Books. Movies Qween likes include Paranormal Activity, Love & Basketball, Save The Last Dance. TV shows Qween likes include Tamar & Vince, StudvilleTV, Between Women.
One of Qween's favorite quotes is:"THE FACE OF MY ANGLE!!
It seems as if I cant talk about it anymore. It seems like I can only hold it in. it seems like the ones I open up to donât truly understand it. It seems like my world is so closed in right now. I donât know what else to do, other than write about itâ¦my heart is hurting for many reasons. The pain I feel is bearable, yet taking so much out of the person I know I am. It hurts to think on the past so I try to focus on my future. It hurts to focus on my future because I wanted to see you in it; so I try to focus on the present, but still it hurts because today I woke up and you werenât in my arms. Today I went about my business and you werenât at my side. Today as I sit down at my computer to articulate my thoughts, youâre not standing behind me. My dreams constantly remind me of the things I once had, but have no more. Iâve cried myself to sleep at night, trying to think happy thoughts, but in that instance I close my eyes, the face of an angel with glowing brown eyes & curls in its hair is all I see. The face of this angel, lips so soft and gentle, kiss my tears and whispers in my ear, â...Expand for more
I love youâ and the pattern of dried tears are retraced with fresh, in its indistinguishable pathâ¦to the corner of my eyes and down the side of my face, tracing the shape of my ear to drip on the pillow I hold for comfort. Unto this angel I whisper in recrudescenceâ¦I await your return. It runs a cold finger to my ear to catch the tears, runs the same down my neck and stops at my chest, asking me to release my fears; on down my arm, giving me chills, into the palm of my hand, another cool whisper shouts, âhold your own and hold it hereâ. But as I walk to the door and wait to see you on the other side, after a short pause I remember, its not like it was before, its only false hope. I cannot call, I cannot scream, I only whisper and wish to see you in my dream. As my words in the shape of my gentle whisper are formed in patterns of frost, they escape my mouth to read, âI love youâ. They smash against the face of this angel, its eyes close shut, its face breaks like shattered glass and its haloâs glow disappears; only to return to me in my dreams the next night. As the clock hits 4am, I feel my body commove; I try to fight, but its just too strong. Half an hour later, I lose the fight and these eyes open to the lonely darkness. Bad dreams come and good dreams go, but this angel must've been my dream catcher because now the bad dreams come even when I'm awake...Just to get thru each day I fake it...& at night I take...an extra dose of "tomorrow's a new day!"...& with enough of, its image, its glow, its scent should began to fade, n eventually it'll forget my name.".
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