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Nov 2011 · 475
the love you lack
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
Sometimes I want to sit and cry
When thinking a bout you and I
And how our love will never be

But I Ignore my emotions pouring
When I see your smile soaring
As he walks in not me

Choking my pesky love to death
Just let out sigh off my breath
Across my face write happy

I dream there will come a time
When I'll be yours
And you'll be mine

But for now you and me
Is a picture you cannot see
Still blinded by you and he.
Nov 2011 · 584
Beautiful Herb
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
It's been said a million times
In a million ways
With a million rhymes
Still cannot help, but agree
That's the justice deserved
Expressing love shared
For this beautiful herb
Nov 2011 · 800
The (I) Eye's
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
I saw the world through analogies
The I was me, and I the eye
So the eye and me compared the sky
Interpreting love, through what we see
Then write down long soliloquies
Words laid down, stacked on top
Closing my lashes, reality stopped
Simile stranded, in unknown lands
Like fools I followed, the marching band
As a black robed man, I was the judge
Never meant to judge you, my love
But eye and I could not be torn
Until the closure, soul reborn
Nov 2011 · 509
Built Insanity
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
As a salty drop escaped
The crest of his weathered brow
He set down brick in hand
To leave it free for the desired

Immediately resting above pool blue eyes
Then angling his head back to examine pink skies

Longed for he did, to be taken by wind
That on rare occasion, would cool his skin

Work must be done, he was convinced
So rusty mason was picked up
In cement encompassed hands
And framed an inevitable fall.
Nov 2011 · 524
Relent
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
On the bring
       Of                                                                               Relented
             Collapse
They

       Broke



                      As The

       World
This is from a newspaper clipping. I crossed out all the words from the article except for these.
Nov 2011 · 625
I Was Just A Boy
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
I was just a boy then
With a ketchup stained shirt
Had a mess of brown hair
Fingernails covered up dirt

I was just a boy then
When I would stare at the sky
And forget about schoolwork
Which compelled me to lie.

I was just a boy then
Fruit snacks in hand
Sat down to watch news
Just myself and old man

I was just a boy then
When toy soldiers were shipped
So I'd ask my dad why
Son that's just how life is

I was just a boy then
Could not fully understand
Why fighting and war
Made you more of a Man

But now I'm full grown
And still strain to see
How tears of a child
Could make anyone free.
Nov 2011 · 3.3k
A Confusion of Pronouns
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
Where did you go?
I thought lifting up
A box searching,
Searching; for time

They said X would mark
Where I could find
Her heart resting
Right next to mine

But mine is me
And me not you
So she and me
Can be the only two
Each stanza's syllables add up to 17. I did this because 17 is a prime number and can only be divided by one. The feeling of being alone or the number one is expressed more thoroughly this way.
Nov 2011 · 1.1k
Sitting
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
Sitting, a peculiar thing
Being that it is,
A contradiction to evolution
Giving us opportunities

Opportunities to do
To go and accomplish
To run fast, slow
To jump up high
To squat down low
To reach towards the sky,
Or roll people out of snow.

Still we choose to sit
And watch televisions glow
Nov 2011 · 692
Can You See My Eyes?
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
Can you see my eyes?
And the good they see in you
The Beauty they find in the world
The judgements they try to reject

Can you see my eyes?
As they look into yours
And wonder what you see
The speckled brown like coffee

Can you see my eyes?
Constantly steady and unwavering
Looking for love in yours
So dependent on your approval

Can you see my eyes?
So lost and confused
Darting back and forth
In a dimly lit room

Can you see my eyes?
Leaking because there old
Withered lines drawn around
They make snow in the cold

Can you see my eyes?
With both of yours closed
Your sisters all in black
Consoling my broken soul
Nov 2011 · 1.3k
Stood Up
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
As I sit here now
Where I've been standing
My conscience studies
Subjects that turned it wrong,
But lost are thoughts
In an expanse sea
Of sorrow and sadness,
Yet when the rivers
Dry, and dust settles
I pray my mind to please,
Grow and build
Upon these tears,
And not get
Lost at sea.

— The End —