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 May 2014 Nickols
Smiles
Sloth
 May 2014 Nickols
Smiles
I wake up every morning with this feeling of dread
Can't escape this groggy feeling left in my head
So I continue to just lay here in my bed
I don't even get up to eat I just sleep here instead
I lay and decompose as my skin starts to shed
Wasting away all the blood that I have bled
My arms dangling off the side drenched in red
My existence is pointless I might as well be dead
I don't care about anything I'm unmotivated this feeling embed
Sew my eyes and my mouth shut with needle and thread
Tie me down and pump my stomach with meds
Take a gun to my skull and fill me with lead
My sin is sloth you haven't misheard and you havent misread
I'm not okay don't believe those lies you've been fed
My deadly sin.
 May 2014 Nickols
SG Holter
When she reads, the way her
Tongue peeks out slightly
As if trying to taste the words,
Makes a full-day poem worth
Every second of dropping ink.

I love it all, she'll say.    
Even if only the first few
Lines make the side of her
Mouth curve in comprehension

The way it does when she's
Warm from being
Agreed with by whom- or
Whatever's before her.

She'll love it all, as long as I have
Words and blood in me.
She'll love it all, as long as I have ink
And we have history.

There are little diamonds
Delighting her
In the bits of white between
Every word.
Slight rewrite from first version.
 May 2014 Nickols
Spirk Burkham
Ponies are cool.
they can have wings
and soar through the air,
or they can have horns
and use magic.
Or they can be plain
and still be just as important.
There are a lot of good things
about being a pony.

but ponies don't have hands
or feet
and they live in a matriarchal society.

I like being human
because we have hands
and feet
and live in an equal society (sort of)

we don't have wings
so we make them.
we don't have horns
so we make best with what we have.
all of us are more or less plain
and that makes us equal.

there are a lot of good things
about being a human.
and I am glad to be one.
I know, I know - "blow away, windbag"
 May 2014 Nickols
Spirk Burkham
This poem is crap.
It is too short,
and it doesn't even rhyme.
It doesn't even say anything
or mean anything,
and it curses in the first line.
The author must really ****, 'cause
this poem is crap.
I ****, but I **** on purpose, so I guess its OK.
You were a figment of my imagination
Not the real thing, just a cheap imitation
A lucid dream, I thought I could control
The perfect dream defined by my soul

I miss the calls in the middle of the night
Your passion burning so ever bright
Though now it's just a calm distant light
It's still something for which I need to fight.
 May 2014 Nickols
Smiles
It's raining, it's storming
The tools are conforming
Society will be the death of me
Please pills, don't let me wake in the morning
It's sleeting, it's snowing
Their plastic smiles are glowing
Put your make up on, dignity gone
Make sure your "made in China" tag isn't showing
Its windy, the sun is shining!
Their ignorance is blinding!
No hope for mankind, I've lost my mind
There is no silver lining
Anarchy? Anyone?
 Apr 2014 Nickols
Jonny Angel
She's dark, yet
moonlight glows
inside her soft-eyes
& despite her
tragic-aura,
I still want
her blackness,
to taste her magic,
to kiss
the devil inside her.
 Mar 2014 Nickols
Kyra O'Neill
She is not made to be loved. She is made for hand holding, stares that mean more than they should and tentative kisses that taste like sin. He looks at her like he doesn't quite understand everything, but he isn't the least bit worried and that scared her more than anything, because the girl who has "love exists" permanently scrawled on her arm isn't absolutely sure that this is true, not for her anyways. love is a rose and some people forget that there are thorns, although she never could. She's too apprehensive.  But this boy still looks at her like he could love her. She wants to believe that it can exist and she will always have hope, but deep down inside she doesn't think that it can for her. She has seen too many people claim to be in love, but it's rude to say i love you with a mouth filled with lies. And yet she still believes that hope is the most important thing, and maybe that's what she should have gotten tattooed on her, that you must always have hope. because hope gets you through to tomorrow and love is just something that the grims brothers created as a joke and people scrambling to find their soul mate is the punch line, their not so happily ever after. There are people though that give her hope that love can exist and when she is with him, she tends to forget about anything but the way it sounds when he says her name or the way he looks at her like she could give him the world. Green alluring eyes filled with promises of forever, but people have different versions that define the word. what's his? And even though the thought of her opening herself up to another person who has a different definition of the word forever, she can't help but admit that when she thinks of him, which she does often, she's in a trance of smiles and happiness.

audacious (adj.) - extremely bold or daring, recklessly brave, fearless
          - what i want to be with you
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