niccolea-m-nance
American
Phoenix, Arizona poet and artist Niccolea M. Nance has been putting her emotions on paper since she could first write full sentences. Niccolea began performing her spoken word poetry in 2002 and has methodically developed her talent over the years with a multitude of feature performances throughout the Phoenix metro area as well as Tucson, Flagstaff, San Diego, Salt Lake City and Albuquerque. / Slam Master and 2010 Individual World Poetry Slam finalist Jesse Parent describes her spoken word performances as “Compelling and expertly honed. She can perfectly weave story into her crowd interactions, providing powerful sets that drop jaws and get audiences off their feet. Niccolea M Nance is an amazing and engaging artist.” / Niccolea’s published work, is drawn from personal life experiences and the stories of those closest to her and can be found in Borderline, a cutting-edge persona poetry journal and Canyon Voices, an Arizona State University journal for emerging writers.
Hindsight is always 20/20
Everything that has been is clear
Light shines where it was dark at the time
Leaving us wondering how we were so blind
Only to know we did the best we could
Pondering mixed with regret
Our hearts lay open and broken
Even in the midst of the storm however
Thoughts can be toward the sun
Rainbows make the downpour bearable
Yesterday is a lesson and we can learn
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 12:23 PM UTC
I will be there
in the place I am to be
with my truest self out
wandering
trying so hard not to look
being everyplace I can
so that I can be found
waiting
for the eyes to see me
for the voice to call out to me
so that I will know this is right
the rightness next to righteousness
and I will belong
it will be the best thing
the ultimate place
a fit like perfection
without equal
for the time it is
as long as it is
it is
and will be
...love
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 12:10 PM UTC
dear universe,
please give me a new lover for christmas
one with eyes that shine with longevity
a smile that tempts the angels from heaven
abs to defy my steely resolve
and a heart made to eventually be broken
I wish me love in lottery jackpot proportions
above and beyond all possible expectations
like two years in india learning tantra
under road trip wheels and fire brands
yes, give me fire on sticks and chains
I need the rugged ********* to my sadist
with versatility for control sometimes
variety being the spice of life
twist his ivory grin into moans for me
send me to his secret pleasure
I know that everything is possible
that today I can be unexpectedly in his dreams
a face he recognizes in his soul
searching but not knowing that he is
unaware of this silver thread
let him find me hidden in plain sight
right next to the thing he forgot
in the place he now remembers
what he needed but didn't know until now
let me be that fulfillment
I want him for my advent
a sweet treat every day until the ******
where the gift we give each other is our presence
and then we give over and over again
this mission without need of mistletoe to begin
so I will send out this supplication of longing
for touch and kiss and ecstacy of flesh
I will focus desire into manefestation
breathed into reality with incense and sage
until his fingertips find my cheek
and we are joined
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 12:09 PM UTC