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527 · Nov 2011
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.
514 · Nov 2011
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.
508 · Oct 2014
Love Lives in the Fall
Nicholas Rew Oct 2014
I want to fall in love so hard I can't get up
I hope for romance so breathless, my heart becomes a base drum
Loudly intensifying, calling to me, confused
Laying there, contently aware, the past is pessimistic
Introduce silent futures to the boisterous blues

Do you long to see the sweater stitched
Are questions your only communication
I can't dance, but would love to sit and talk
About the hem of your pants, or how earnestly you walk
And read to you the stories being written each day
504 · Mar 2015
Nights of Passion
Nicholas Rew Mar 2015
Why must passion be frustratingly entangled in melancholy
The words remembered are acidic; a teary brine
Nights of foraging your soul alone hang in the hallways
When the only drunk that's worth a **** is nostalgia
And the only ink in the universe is trapped by old letters

You drown any fire mercilessly, unflinchingly
Because at least the colds consistent
And at least you've learned to cope
Breakdowns are receding with miles of open road
Nights of infinite stars drape a world's worries
489 · Apr 2012
Road Kill
Nicholas Rew Apr 2012
****** knuckles
     From drunken stumbles
                                    That took his pie
         He had named humble
Ready to rumble
                                                                              Were the words he mumbled
                    In a fit and fumble
                                       To find his                               *mind


                                                                                                                                                   More than buzzed
He had become bumbled
                                                                             Just one more shot
Until he
stum    bled
                                   Out the doorway c r u m b l e d

Few ones in his pocket crumpled
      Left from cans funneled
                             I   mpairing cortexes pre                     frontaled
                                                                                                                 Visiontunneled and memory black
He laid down in the street
                                                                            *For an eternity of nap
482 · Dec 2011
Missing love song
Nicholas Rew Dec 2011
Longing for the one
Who has shortened
Her song
Erasing my name
And filling with another

I knew this would come
Foreseeing the inevitable
But it all happened
So fast...

If A genie
Stumbled upon my desires
Surely it would replace
That dreaded F with L

Then again I could rest
My head next to yours
Because my thoughts are heavy
And your eyes so strong

Your were lovely tonight
Although it kills me to say
We just couldn't make it right
Then I let you walk away

Ambition and lust
Came knocking at my door
I turned them away
With no you, just chore

You were my love song
Every note pumping my heart
Remembering the singing  
In this quite winter
477 · Nov 2011
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.
477 · May 2012
Where are we going (10w)
Nicholas Rew May 2012
Love lacks definition
But if you must, It's a..



*Destination
459 · Mar 2015
Dream Theory
Nicholas Rew Mar 2015
What system giveth me?
Maybe a novel, on a screen
In a play, in a dream

What entity indebted me?
Maybe I'm code, on a screen
In a game, of some being

What consciousness cares for me?
Maybe I'm all, not a screen
There's no gain, there's

Nothing
453 · May 2012
Faith's grey line (10w)
Nicholas Rew May 2012
Where do you draw the line

Separating


Faith
     ________________  and

**Care­lessness

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