Be wise;
Your eyes
Reflect everything.
Written 4/20/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Be wise;
Your eyes
Reflect everything.
Written 4/20/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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
Smoky eyes,
Yellow hair;
Flowing skirts,
Knowing stare. Continue reading
Gifts won’t erase the pain -
It’s plain
To see
That you don’t love me;
You only love your gifts. Continue reading
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.
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.
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
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
This revolution has been an interesting experiment!
To date, I have written 34 poems.
I have posted 17 of them here, about half.
Keep your eyes here for more of the revolution.
My skin is iron,
My face a mask -
Yet I move silently through
Life, making not a sound. Continue reading
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.
Empty page
Empty space
Empty mind
Empty heart
This is writer’s block
And I am
Empty
Of words.
Written 4/10/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.