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

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. :)

Christian Gothic

This poem was inspired by the sight of a very awesome site, ChristianGoth.com. Enjoy.

-Nicole
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Untold,
In my soul -
A thousand Hallelujahs.
I walk the catacombs
Where darkness roams
To find my way to the light,
Though I live at the edge of night,
Bearing torches in my heart
For the lonely
The forgotten
Begotten
Of God and Man. Continue reading

A Plea

Close the door -
It’s too crowded out there.
Let’s cavort behind our dark door.
Let no one see how we love.
I can dance easier without
Prying eyes;
I can love easier
Without disapproving spies.
So heed my words
And let’s be wise -
Close the door, baby.
Close the door.

Written 4/8/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.