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317 · Apr 14
Shadow
Nicole Apr 14
Sometimes I stare at them
Hue's of rainbow, but
At a glance
Darkness
Obscure
Wraith
Nicole May 3
I didn't hide it
But I don't want to find it
I do want to know what's in it
as long as I know how to write
these scribbles
after I read it
I don't want to think of
A book full of rules
When I read poetry
I still can't find my poetry school book.
Nicole 18h
Oh look, that's nice...
Do it again,
Over and over
Continuous loop
Side to side
Over and -
Ow
I guess it's not so
Nice after all
106 · Apr 21
Deaf
Nicole Apr 21
They call my name
Again.... and
Again and AGAIN
He walks in
And mimics
Their screeches
I don't look up
I say
I'm not sure if
you knew this, but
As of two seconds ago
I'm deaf.
He laughs, says
I've been deaf for years....
I don't know why they expect us to materialize the second they call.
106 · May 1
The ringing is loud
Nicole May 1
The ringing is loud.
I finally tell her
And it's like
Nothing
Happened.
I wonder if
She even
remembers.
(Of course she does)
The ringing is loud.
I was talking
to her the other day
I could hardly
Focus on
What she was
Saying
The ringing is loud
Before I could
Tell her
Every thing
Got
Out of whack
Jaw chattering
Always pacing
my contained
Area.
My contained
Thoughts
Songs and secrets
spinning in my head
The ringing is loud
And all the while
no one notices
Loud is the new
usual
Sorry, not much of a poem.

Or a least not to me.
103 · Apr 16
Untitled
Nicole Apr 16
Is it worth it to drive for five hours to the mountains, and then only stay for five minutes?
Is it worth it to be a genius, and then lose your mind ?
Is it worth it to lock yourself up, to be stronger, and then to feel like you can't feel?
Is it worth it to be trustworthy, just to have more responsibilities?
Just thinking
74 · 3d
Write it down
Nicole 3d
Write it down now or else
It will never be the same
Put it down now before
Another one comes up
Secure it somewhere
So it won't come back
To haunt you in every
Thought that circles
A poem for the ghosts that could’ve been poems
Nicole May 1
Posted like not even 7 seconds ago
And someone already liked it
So fast
62 · 3d
Too late to run
Nicole 3d
If I had my own shoes
On I would have ran away
Around the block maybe
Oh the way she contradicts
Herself across the years
It's almost funny
Yes I could have ran
Like she does because
She just can't put up with them
Well I can't either, but she just
Has to leave them with me
Heck, I should have run to Starbucks,
Sit there until
rotting in my own thoughts
We all worry ourselves sick
Buy myself a drink so I won't
Look silly just being there
Except I can't run now
Because everyone ditched me
With them before I even
thought of running
Sometimes I step outside and almost run.
Nicole 3h
Whatcha looking for?

(
Uhh
My old self that was actually ok when she said she was, I think she fell off somewhere.

Wait I can't say that...)


I'm looking for my favorite pen.


Oh. What does it look like?

I forgot.


What?

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