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 Jul 14 Nico Julleza
Brett
A rusty cage conceals me
Deep beneath the waves, of another passing day
The blood inside my veins
Is laced with warmth, that erodes away the pain
The needle scratches vinyl
As the pills provide the music, singing sorrow in my brain

Lost on the lamb
Searching for the touch, from my own callused hands
A wind-up ballerina in her box
Doesn’t spin and twirl like she wants
Damaged dancer
Standing still, inside my antique heart
They have come to ***** the Rooster.
I don't think
I am capable
of breaking someone's
heart,

because I know
too well
what it is like
to have one.
We forget
That life is like the ocean waves
Up and down
High and low
Gradual
Steep
Each one a bit different
Painting a new picture
Unpredictable
Chaotic
And constantly
Changing our perception of the view.
Seems terrifying, but
Without this dynamic surface
We would truthfully be
Staring at a lifeless sheet
Of infinite water
Moving along slowly
And
Simply
             ...existing.
 Jul 2019 Nico Julleza
Amanda
The ledge looks warm and welcoming,
beckoning me with its sleek rocky surface
with the promise of forever dripping down
its granite surface like newly harvested honey,
leaving nature's tongue to arouse my fear of love,
and awaken my unspoken desire for danger.
when you leaned to take my breath
out from under me
i almost say no but
Your eyes are very blue
Your hair very blonde
and I have the feeling
you would call me beautiful

i go to
highlight the sharpest bones
in my face
color my cheeks,
eyelids
ebony eyelids
**** caked kisses
speak volumized volumes

If it were just as simple
to grow a spine
July 19, 2019
 Jul 2019 Nico Julleza
Liam
fault the summer air
that beckons the wafting spirit

fault the lightning bug
that flashes purity in the night

fault the music
that brings emotion to its knees

fault no fault but my own
 Jul 2019 Nico Julleza
JP
Graveyard
 Jul 2019 Nico Julleza
JP
Now
onwards
he will romance
with the Earth..
 Nov 2018 Nico Julleza
Stanley
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
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