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 May 2018 Nikole L
Kuraido
Bled Blue
 May 2018 Nikole L
Kuraido
Blue, a kind of hue that stays inside of you

It takes refuge inside your heart and bleeds the color; Blue

Blue, the color of tears and fears of love

It shows us the rain inside of rainbow and to love without a glove

For truelove is love and me loving you is eternal

A poem written with blue ink on my journal
 May 2018 Nikole L
Jey Blu
I used to wonder how people fell asleep in class
Now I wonder how they stay awake

I used to wonder how people failed their classes
Now I wonder how they pass

I used to wonder how people were alone
Now I wonder how they have so many friends

I used to wonder how people were sad
Now I wonder how to be happy

I used to wonder why people cut
Now I wonder how they live without self harm

I used to wonder what it's like to stay up late
Now I wonder what'd it be like to sleep enough

I used to wonder how they thought something was wrong with school
Now I wonder how somebody sees something right

I used to wonder how people want to die
Now I wonder how they stay alive
 May 2018 Nikole L
Alexys H
I don’t know why I feel this way about you.
You can be an ***, yet you can also care and make me feel alive.
Smile, giggle, lose myself in time.
You don’t know what to say at the worst times when I need you the most.
Yet when I don’t need you at all, you tell me everything I want to hear and more.
Do you say it to make me feel good?
Do you say it because you’re my best friend?
You should know by now I like the attention, love, and care you give me.
When you turn your head the other way and ignore me,
It pains me.
It feels as if you had taken the sharpest knife you could find, smothered it with lies, and stabbed me.
All of a sudden you have changed.
You go from being so close to me and holding me tight to pushing me away.
And with you, I feel as I’m pushing my own self away.
 May 2018 Nikole L
Virtuous
"What's it like being  heart breaker?" He asked
" I don't know you tell me... You broke mine" I replied.
 May 2018 Nikole L
Virtuous
Don't tell me I'm pretty
Tell me that I'm passionate
That I have drive
Tell me that I make you laugh
That I know how to make your day better
Don't tell me I seem nice
Tell me that I'm kind and compassionate
Tell me that I'm not afraid to dream and to dream big
Don't tell me I'm perfect
Tell me the you love me despite my flaws
That you want to spend the rest of your life with me
Don't tell me I'm beautiful
Tell me that you'll be faithful and forever true
Time of death:
3:44.
When you told me you don't love me anymore.
Place of death:
The park where we met,
on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
I remember the dreaded words which escaped your lips,
the heat in your words,
the look on your face,
as I took a metaphorical bullet to the chest;
it hurt like Hell.
Cause of death:
You.
When you stabbed me in the heart for the first
and last time.
A fatal blow.
But in the coroner's office,
all the report will ever show is:
time of death:
3:44.
Cause of death:
Trauma to the chest.
When your heart gets broken by someone, it feels like you've been struck in the chest. The air feels like it's been knocked right out your lungs and you feel as though you can't breathe. You feel a mixture of emotions all blurred into one mess. You play the final exchange in your head over and over again, and each time it gets harder and harder. Heartbreak. It feels like you've been stabbed in the back and shot in the chest all at once.
 May 2018 Nikole L
eileen
scared for my life
scared of falling asleep and you'll finally realize

the girl everyone sees isn't me
she's not me
I'm living in this strange body

I'm  afraid to reveal myself
the real me

you don't know that girl

completely different

I hope you still love me
Close your eyes

Your world, not extending
beyond the soft quilt under
your skin, unending


Soft ripples of cloth, and picturesque seams
Nothing here but
You, me, the sky, and soft dreams

I'll reach up and take the stars from the sky
If only to lay them at your feet
to place them in your hands
to bring light into those glazed eyes
or give a glow to a world so bland

and each one would be folded
into a beautiful origami castle
I, the lord, and you, the vassal
Or perhaps me as the king
and you as a queen, whichever
My gentle playmate.. which one is better?

I'm a majestic creature of the sky
You're an empty-faced child on a quilt
Each star shall be used as a stepping stone
so I might meet you in the place I built


Let us meet, as lovers, or
at least equals
on this starry floor
And your body falls into each soft fold
It's here, right here, that I can hold
you close, keep you safe and warm
so you, from the rest of the world
I'll withhold

Consider this a "romantic poem".. but not about me! Actually, this is a story I've sort of written. :)

Hmm, let me try to describe it. A little girl living in a world all her own, a world that's nothing more than an empty quilt with an endless sky. Above her, lives a sort of "sky-creature" and he happens to be in love with her, so he builds her a castle of stars.

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