nicholas the poet

nicholas the poet Dec 2013

I've never seen
so much pain.
We are all caught in this world
that's cursed in vain.
The struggles are real.
So very true they are.
It is our job to fight through them
and to seal away the demons in a jar.
Hold on tight.
Get ready for the ride.
Always be brave.
Never try and hide.
This is your life.
Take it by the horns.
Life is a wonderful journey.
Not just a tour.

nicholas the poet Dec 2013

Under the Orange Tree.

As I sit under the Orange Tree,
a place where no one can see,
I think of the world's greater things.
Like life, love,
and the songs that birds sing.

Under the Orange Tree, I can be anything.
A knight, a prince, or even a king!
Under this tree, is my favorite place on earth.
Cause this a place, to me, of great worth.

Under the Orange Tree, I am truly home.
A place where my imagination can freely roam,
& no one can take my from this tree.
For this is my tree, and my tree is a part of me.

Never will I forget the times under the Orange Tree.
The ones where I felt like I could just be me.
And as I sit here, all year long,
I say, "sing again birdies, life is to short to hear just one song"

I wrote this as a tribute to my younger self. To never stop dreaming of your owm personal Neverland.

nicholas the poet Dec 2013

Those kind of people.

There are those kind of people,
who may tear you down,
hurt your feelings,
make you feel like
you're worthless.
But there are those kind of people,
who will stop at nothing
to see you smile,
and laugh,
and enjoy life.
Those kind of people
are the people,
that make this world,
and your own world
a better place.

This one is a tribute to anyone who has helped me in my life. Dead or alive, thank you for everything.

nicholas the poet Dec 2013

The Essence of Existence.

Is there anything that truly lives forever?
Is it love, happiness, wisdom?
Life & peace?
No sir, not even these.
We all must accept,
that to which has a beginning
must have an end.
For love can not spring,
until we experience hate.
Happiness can not flourish,
unless someone knows sorrow.
Wisdom cannot be attained,
untill one has seen his own mistakes.
Life can not exist,
withought a birth from a mother.
And peace can not manifest itself,
until one experiences war.
So to must everything have a beginning
and an end.
But with what may die,
ought to give life to the next.

This poem is my idea of the beauty of death. This shows to me (aswell to others) that with death, comes new life. When we all die, our bodies will take its last breath and then kick the bucket. A few days pass, and our bodies decay into the ground. In that decay, carries nutrients into the ground, which may feed a plant or an animal. And finally, when a pregnant mother eats the plant, the nutrients You provide will manifest itself into the womb, which will help give life to the mext generation and so on. This, is the true beauty of Death.

nicholas the poet Nov 2013

This is War.

Now listen my dear,
don't hold back your tears.
Hell is empty 'cause
all the demons are here.

Here comes the witches,
goblins and dragons.
My life is a war
and my soul is the fort.

They tear at my flesh
and they rip up my skin.
I can't drown these demons,
they know how to swim.

I can see the snake
slithering at my feet.
This battle is for the strong,
not for the weak.

I long for the day
for the end of the fight.
I'm alone in the dark, and
longing for the light.

nicholas the poet Nov 2013

Questions & Answers.

Who am I?
What am I?
Why am I?
How do I think the way I do?
Where am I going?
When is my time?
To go?
Is there anything?
For me?
To see? I doubt it.
Am I alive?
Or atleast awake?
Is this a dream?
If so, a nightmare
full of sweet tales and sorrowful riddles.
One full of questions that may never be answered,
and one full of answers that may never be questioned.
Who I am, is an answer
that takes a lifetime to figure out.
What I am, is an answer,
that binds and seperates us.
Why I am, is an answer,
that can be best explained by those who make us who we are.
I think the way I do because,
I am.
I am going, somewhere;
or am I here?
My time is now...
to go?
soon. too soon
Everything to see,
all for me.
To share,
and to give.
I live my life,
and walk with her
in both dreams.
Because I am reality,
and reality is asleep.

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