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 Feb 2015 Nickols
Jeffrey Pua
Peace, make way to me.
I empty me
     Of poetry.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft. Making sense out of palindromes.
 Jan 2015 Nickols
Let it Burn
 Jan 2015 Nickols
Set fire to my heart,
So my mind can see clearly.

Its ashes be so sparse,
That my judgement isn't cloudy.

Don't let embers fly off like fireflies,
Lest they spark my mind wrongly.

And lastly, please bury its ashes far away,
As its loss, too painful a memory.
Sometimes you're unsure of why you're even hurting. But you are. And most the times, it remains a battle between the heart and the mind. One overridden with logic. The other with emotion.
 Jan 2015 Nickols
 Jan 2015 Nickols
Words have
     The potential
           To create
    Beautiful things.

With your help.
I am here a poet
And like I do,
Someone messaged me
Like a friend ,I replied
She gave me her mail
That she had an important story to share
Like a man,I gave her mine
She was thankful
But soon she turned a refugee
Under refuge in Senegal
And desperate for help
She asked my occupation
She asked my account details
She asked for my support to transact
I refused all of them
Now she needs money
To come and meet me on Kenya.
I went ahead
To check her account in here
And she had a one COPY PASTED POEM,
And she was got,
If you are the one,
Kindly try when I am drank
I will pour out all my secrets
I will transfer half of my money to you,
The only problem is
I love Christ
And I don't go near a pub
Leave alone getting drunk.
I will disclose your details!
If you are this one,Kindly Cut your story short!
stephanibaby  7 days ago

I am Miss stephani, I have go through your profile, Well according to your profile,on this site I think I've taken an interest in it. We can get to know each other better through this way, my email is ([email protected])
WRITE DIRECT TO MY EMAIL ID I have something important to tell you.i hope to hear from you. Thanks yours ,

Kirui frank junior  7 days ago
I have just written to your email.
 Jan 2015 Nickols
Justin Case
This is a message I received. too similar to the one from "stephanie" to be coincidence. just a heads up.

My name is Roseline,I came across your profile while browsing i was moved
to contact you as I want to know you the more , i will like you to write
to me through my private email address here([email protected]) so that i will send you my
pictures and introduce myself well to you.and i also have some important
information i will like to disclose to you I hope we can move from here
my regards, as I wait for your reply at.
([email protected]) stay blessed.
Dear reader
I am here wondering
Have you for once taken time?
Taken time to think of yourself?
Do you know that you are perfect?
You make me happy!
Your face
Good nose
Well shaped mouth
Thank God,you are perfect like Him!
Imagine all you think,talk and eventually write
Touch me
I find myself laughing.
They have impact,
Some get me off guard
And always make me conscious
I sometimes think they were meant for me
Some writing,come when I am desperate for them
Some bring my past alive
Some strengthens my heart and vision
They make me see the perfectness in you
So my wish
Write unending
I will read untiring
Faithfully yours
Kirui Frank Junior
I am thankful,
I will be back to read your latest
Post my sweetest
Hundreds of times I reflesh my phone,
to check your latest ,
I tell you,you are great
I feel...
Only that I am guilty
For nothing though
I am a poor man
I cannot speak my heart
I have the full urge
But do I ... ?

I just keep it
The remaining shall speak for itself!
Emotion that move
Make me hang in the air!
 Jan 2015 Nickols
Broken hearts can't mend amends;
so forget what you've seen,
Forget what's been said.
      Without each other, we are one short of      
       alone; Two deadbeats, one heart beat,
       short of being dead.
 Jan 2015 Nickols
As the story goes, Picasso was walking though the market one day when a woman spotted him. She stopped the artist, pulled out a piece of paper and said, “Mr. Picasso, I am a fan of your work. Please, could you do a little drawing for me?”

Picasso smiled and quickly drew a small, but beautiful piece of art on the paper. Then, he handed the paper back to her saying, “That will be one million dollars.”

“But Mr. Picasso,” the woman said. “It only took you thirty seconds to draw this little masterpiece.”

“My good woman,” Picasso said, “It took me thirty years to draw that masterpiece in thirty seconds.”
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