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nicole-bataclan
nicole-bataclan
38/F/Filipino ✒ Poet. Essayist. Aphorist. <3 / / More of my writing on http://www.noupa.cafe
All I have to do is show up, Gain momentum; Give you one last rep, Another verse To finish this poem. I have always dreaded Doing the plank, Now I can hold it For a full minute, Without tearing up. Lift me up Talent is not enough Writing is a muscle, I had become rusty — Now planning my sessions in The more I work out The more I want to write. Create, Train hard The benefits of a sweat Back to the pleasure of my pen, I am looking forward To my best poem yet.
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Apr 24, 2024
Apr 24, 2024 at 1:39 PM UTC
When the writing works out
A placeholder ring Temporary meaning I vow in-between. Hold my spot Til better comes along Who is going to tie the knot. A lady in waiting, Eternity does not come easily Or swiftly. One who seeks a definite answer Needs patience indefinitely. Does Mr. Right Promise all the right things Right now, Enough to keep me hungry? A short-term solution When I dream of a Permanent situation A preview of what is real All I see Is intention to commit, When does forever start If not today?
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Apr 24, 2024
Apr 24, 2024 at 8:44 AM UTC
Breadcrumbs
Hot like fire, Cold as ice If stares could **** My feelings would freeze. He ignites Light in my eyes, Sends shiver Down my spine. I jump in the shower, Burn with vigour To cool my temper. Extremes, I am always at extremes, It is either, or I gauge for Equilibrium.
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Apr 24, 2024
Apr 24, 2024 at 8:41 AM UTC
Hot as Ice
Even my coffee needs a pep talk, For I feel no relief when the caffeine kicks in. I know the tools Time heals; Not all wounds Are bad memories to **** Yet I go to war defeated Escape in the world of dreams, Only to wake up even more drained. Time heals, they say, but how much time — when it seems infinite. Switched off the router today, Waited a few seconds Maybe my energy will start blinking again. Not yet, Dear friend. Be patient, The sun has not set. My coffee just kicked in, and I can still write a poem.
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Apr 24, 2024
Apr 24, 2024 at 8:38 AM UTC
Wake up
I see my book on your shelf And yours on mine, I would take our afterthoughts And turn them into rhyme. Every love story starts with A blank page. Take note, People still write letters Left for others to quote. Each day with you Leaves a poet at a loss for words. I love you, Darragh. A time for us, A private bookcase Sealed with kisses.
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Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 7:07 AM UTC
Letters on the shelf
Wrapped in love Changes one. Whether it is for the better, I know not. Hard to believe In easy love When emotional scars Still cloud the mind. Wrapped in your arms Feedback that binds. Easy to believe In compromise. I am changing, I know that now. Do not throw in the towel, I will gladly fold mine.
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Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
Fold the towel
The world put to a halt, In lockdown Creating this cocoon of ours. Morning kisses Conversations on toast Another coffee for this sleepyhead, It is in those seconds you do not notice That it hits me the most. Who will we be When this page goes down in history? Dressing sharp for a burger Dancing to silence, I will remember Feelings on the tip of my tongue Slowly unlocking  - Truth lights up the dark I fell in love During lockdown.
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Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 4:43 PM UTC
Storms to look out for
I just ordered My third cup of coffee After all, I am in good company Words spilled before me. Could they have known — I will always look for The smell of old books In this digital world. Words, my words, My heart treasures To put pen to paper. Time is unkind For a writer, Nothing is ephemeral. You are A page marked by a folded corner A love I will come back to In the future.
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 4:15 PM UTC
A page folded at the corner
I will order Those extra fries Like the best things In life One is never enough. If everything We have been through Did not put a halt — A story We keep coming back to Are we moving forward Or am I in love With a bookmark?
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
Extra fries
Do not take it too seriously, Following a recipe to a tee Unless you are making Cupcakes, No need to fake it ‘Til you make it, It is a sweet life You are baking. A creature of the moment A pinch of salt Is the secret Your concoction Puffs up in the oven — The frosting, Make it ‘Til you become it.
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
Cupcake