As of 4/20/08, I have written 50 poems, 25 of which are posted here.
50 more to go, and ten days left of this month.
Woo hoo!
-Nicole
Daily Archives: Sunday, April 20, 2008
More Advice
Be wise;
Your eyes
Reflect everything.
Written 4/20/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Mirror
Could you be my mirror?
Do you look like my future,
A vision of health and stable ground
And the hope I’ve finally found?
Have could someone worlds apart
Reflect me so accurately,
As if the face I see were my own?
If so,
Fellow,
Tell
Me how you walked through
Hell.
Written 4/19/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved
Gypsy
Smoky eyes,
Yellow hair;
Flowing skirts,
Knowing stare. Continue reading
Gifts
Gifts won’t erase the pain -
It’s plain
To see
That you don’t love me;
You only love your gifts. Continue reading
Tibet
Mountains blanketed in mist,
The stillness of another world;
A dazzling gem, clutched in tight fingers;
A sublime poetic line,
Poised and shivering underneath
An eraser thumb;
And a land’s native son
Can never go home again.
Written 4/17/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
40
Days
Weeks
Months
Years
Swimming towards forever
In a sea of black hair dye
Looking for the fountain of youth
But the truth
Is that I am racing towards that age
As fast as I fill an empty page
Written 4/17/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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Note: This was actually my fortieth poem for the month of April. 
Sex
Can you dissect
Sex?
For some a reflex,
For some it reflects
The love and longing
That abide inside
Those swept away in the tide
Of another person’s universe. Continue reading
