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Nickols Sep 2013
Children's laughter,
fading echos.
Hidden deep; rooted within the wood.

The smells of forgotten coats and dusty carpets,
as we squeezed inside the family's wardrobe.
A secrete, kept within a child's sacred memory's.
Distant reflections hanging on the fabric of the colorful cupboard.
Our savored innocence, smeared on into adulthood.

Giggling, as we played.
Conscious of the time we bared.
The simple purity of a child's endless games.

How we've forgotten the easiness of the virtue of being young.
The transparent need of just breathing you in.

Two friends, growing beside one another.
One a boy and the other...
Well, she is a girl.
A girl,
No, not something so vague--
A woman,
Who's lips, burns with a redden kiss.

Our childhood stored within the endless wardrobe,
the lust of our youth, suspended forever in dust and wood.
Hidden within the fading echos of times since lost.

I never told you how I love you,
but I carved it into our wall.

A♥J

The mark forever branded.
On my soul to bear.
We are human,
no matter the age.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I speak these words as I lock them away.
To the back, hidden beneath the skeletons in the closest.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

A noose around my neck, these words they are.
A dead man hanging with flowers adorn to crown.

Grown mans tears,
fading with echos.
Hidden deep; rooted within the wood.

I loved you, why couldn't it be so simple?

**fin
© Pandarra
Nickols Sep 2013
It will eat you alive
and will leave nothing behind...
Nickols Sep 2013
Dull lips give way to a finely sharpened tongue.
Soft skin slides underhand like roughly hidden scales.

You asked of me to bare my blood.
 Both times I cut my veins for you.
Both times you asked for more
And I bled once again,
for you, my Prince.


A hand touches my soul; held within the demons greedy paws.
All the while,  I wonder why, I let you continue to rein over me.
An insufferable plague you have bestowed over my brow.
Nay...
My heart.

My heart quakes from Lust's tightening grip.
My veins bleeding for you...
A card dealt from the sleight of a devils right hands.
A dagger in the left, aimed for the back.

- Hark -

The call of darkness beckons me on-wards.
Calling me home through the red fog and the vile pit of hatred.

When you asked for me; I was yours.
Then, when you asked for another,
I withdrew...


You are an enigma, in your entirety.
Oh, sweet angel
burden with a devils twisted soul.
You shall burn forlorn in a delightful blue flame.

*Alas, ask once more my Nephilim Prince.
Ask;
and I shall bleed my veins for you.
This was inspired from me playing Devil May Cry way too much. Call me a fangirl, and I'll probably just laugh and agree. *le sigh* I think I might have a cartoon crush on Dante. (so there in fact, Virgil as well because they are twins) *sighs and shakes head at self*
Nickols Sep 2013
The old forgotten unwound clock
                                                         is still at least right,
                                                          ­                                twice in one day.
Short and honest
Nickols Aug 2013
Listening to my little one as he takes his night-time shower.
Me lounging and relaxing to the sounds around me.
His cute little voice, with a song on his tongue.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you.

The little voice doesn't care he lacks the entirety of the song.
He just enjoys singing it to the cat,
who sits out side the shower glass  door,
for the little man inside the walls of steam,
to let the odd cat inside to play.

**fin
Waiting for my 3 year old to be finished with his shower... and this is what happens. AND yes, my cat likes to get inside the shower.... he's really weird.
© Pandarra
Nickols Jul 2013
Walking in the rain in the middle of the sunny sky.
Running circles in a square room, till I fall and I'm standing up tall.

I'm nothing but a mix up girl, in a strange and odd world.

The scene passing by as I'm not moving at all.
Wearing two left shoes and only going right.

I'm nothing but a mix up girl, in a strange and odd world.

Through the valley of shame with a smile hanging on my lips.
Never knowing the beginning because we're starting at the finish line.

I'm nothing but a mix up girl, in a strange and odd world.

Glistering white pearls broken to relieve nothing but hollowed and black.
A lie turned into a truth.
Our rumor shattered into reality.

I'm nothing but a mix up girl, in a strange and odd world.
And you're nothing but a sadden boy, in a blissful, normal world.

What a pair we make.
© Pandarra
Nickols Apr 2013
The first rays of the sun were peeking over the green tree tops. The sky masked in shades of rich oranges and amber as they fought back the depths of the dark lonely night sky. Deep shades of reds and pinks collided with colors of the coldest blues and blacks, leaving a beautiful display of purples and violets bursting through the heavens above.

The lingering stars twinkled dimly and were fading fast with the sun rising brighter in the colorful sky.

It had been one of those warm clear peaceful summer nights with the stars and moon full and round, shimmering beautifully high above.

You could still hear the grass hoppers chirping their sorrowful tune as the night faded into twilight with the morning fog hugging everything it could reach.
© Victoria
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