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  Dec 2014 Nicole
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
Nicole Dec 2014
with your eyes so blue
and hair painted in the same hue
i wasnt aware i was lost
until i found myself in you

you made me see
you helped me know
in a world full of secrets
youre the only thing i wouldnt regret

you kissed my cheeks
i discovered something i missed
i kissed your lips and held you
i found refuge in everything brand new
movie inspired
Nicole Dec 2014
you are now resting in peace
and i am left with shattered pieces
memories of stories told
of collected old coins you had let me play with
of fallen hairs you kept on a far corner of your cabinets
rush through blurry windows
i miss you
i miss you
i miss you
your hands that used to be so warm
and always reaching for mine
are now cold and will fade over time
tonight I look at you
and see how your beauty remains
your grace reflects before the transparent glass
protecting you from physical pain
this maybe the last I will see of you ̶
closed eyes and shut lips
steady chest and sunken face
but I promise this is not how I am going to remember you
in my mind you are smiling
and telling stories with hands gesturing
you are beautiful, my serene love
i am watching you for the last time as it seems
good night, my dearest
and may you have sweet,
sweet dreams
i wrote this beside you
Nicole Jul 2014
i'm a terrible person
i will make you forget about everything else
i will ask you to dance with me in the middle of the night
i will look at your eyes; into your soul
i will plant flowers on edges of your mind
only to **** the butterflies that will feed from their nectars
i will rip off your skin and crush your every bone
i will kiss you until it hurts and leave you wanting more
and before you even know it,
im no longer the lady who takes care of your garden
then, you'll realize
i've always been that girl who plucks flowers from
their stems and steal their life away
only to satisfy herself with a flower crown in her hair
Nicole May 2014
We were driving
away from home
the rain pouring down
the windowshield
while we sing along
to our favorite song
as usual, my voice cracked
at the high tones
and the car was filled
with our laughter
then it struck me
that i can be myself around you again
and maybe i learnt to trust again
i knew i will not ever rue that moment
for in those minutes
i realized that no matter
what happens
i will always come back
to you;
and you will welcome me with both
ams open every time
Home is not always a structure
sometimes, you found it in those
moments spent with the ones
who love you as much a you love them.

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