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Nicole Bataclan Jul 2012
Day in, day out on the mind
All comes down to competition
Result of years of preparation.

In those seconds of restlessness
When the body can take no more
Dream of a medal reassure.

Will to succeed is eminent
Breathes through each atom and cell
To have what only a champion can smell.


In the spirit of sportsmanship
Fair play is to be endeavored
The performance to be savored.

Now is everything you pursued
Aspiring in the end
To proudly sing the national anthem.

A steep climb to that podium
Be the best that you can be
And have what only a winner can see.
Nicole Bataclan Jul 2012
A heart that listens when not asked
Your gift to me as I unmask
The sordid details no one likes
Those that leave a scar on the psych.

You cannot continue as if
The soul did not shake like a leaf
To the revelation just made
How you see me after I strayed.

Though you stay quiet in exil
You hurry back after a while
Ask my vile heart to listen
It can be fixed what is broken.

The way you look at me, the same
Cannot grasp why you're not in flames
You insist I will understand
What love can endure when it's grand.
Nicole Bataclan Jun 2012
Lest we forget
The moment we sat
The sun was down
But expectations were met.
We need not stretch so hard
Laughed and talked
As if we already knew
That we were on the same card.

First impressions count
It is the stepping stone
The one of many
Of journeys that bounce.
Assured they will last
That what I think of you now
Will only get better
In time, they will just adjust.  

What lovely miscalculation
Some perfect first meetings
Deceptive they will seem
A way to digression.
Baffled to be so wrong
Chemistry was on spot
So what a shock it will be
Not listening to the same song.

Then it is a two-way street
First impressions are key
But especially when they are not
It is no reason to be stuck.
Lest we forget, it is what we build
That is the momentum of thrills
Through the course of time
For the last impression is the one that lasts.
Nicole Bataclan May 2012
It is that moment again:
Looking into our pockets
And disappeared
You seem to have, once again.

A million lying around
Some that we purchased,
And others we borrowed
Without even asking.

Fully conscious
How absurd this must be,
That when you are needed the most
You decide to go missing.

But see that this is the best part;
Though you always vanish
When ours is out of sight
Another will soon bring you back.

Like the Sun's glorious light
You keep being passed around
You belong to none
And to all of us at the same time.
Nicole Bataclan May 2012
The past has a way of catching up with you
Like a crash that beats the hell out of you
And what you thought were memories
Only fragments and forgiven stories
Are moments that you relive again
How could it, once more, happen
All the smallest details resurface
Of that day, and of that place
Unglued, on this pavement
Fray seems not transient
Past is still a question
Present in equation.

But all of a sudden
You notice this man
One stroking your hand
Reassuring you can stand
You smile because it is true
Got the tools to get you through
History has a way of repeating itself
But time lets you take care of yourself
Though you might experience a similarity
You know each day is new and has its own story
And when you forget, those are angels that God sends
Telling you time travel will never feel like a burden again.
Nicole Bataclan Apr 2012
You kiss me
On the forehead
I am taken aback

Mumbling
Good morning

Candidly asking
Is everything
Alright with your head?

Half awake
Half in the dream

I look away
I am a little shy

It is just
It has been a while
Since someone did that
With a genuine smile.
Nicole Bataclan Apr 2012
I am the friend in between
Who will be summoned to take a side
When one will be less than keen
And save the other from a landslide.

It will be unconceivable
For me to give unbiased answers
If one were to ask for advice and counsel
Presuming that I can pick a winner.

Though reluctant to take a step back
There is a reason why I am against
My judgement will never be on track
By getting involved in this case.

I am implicated in some way
Even if it is not my story to tell
With luck, it was Cupid I had to play
Because being a referee will not end well.
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