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Nicole Bataclan Mar 2013
Take a closer look
At the picture I took

Everything is the same
But can it be
There is a latent possibility

That like I, that you descry
How one is shaped
Just like a heart.

Could always conceive
My heart was made of stone
When unexpectedly
In the midst of them all
I found one laying on its own

One is solitary
Concealed and ignored
When looking at the horde

But bring your magnifying glass
There is a precious little gem
Buried in the mass.

Could always certify
My heart was made of stone
One should drop or hit,
Ricochet off water
Yet each time
Unscathed once more

Why was it not softer
Long had I pondered
Arduous to carry
A hard heavy stone

But when I saw
This pretty one
Located on the floor
My heart is made of stone

Not otherwise
That is my wont.

Becoming scarce
But one day I know
One will take the same photo
And be glad
This heart of stone
In the midst of them all
Had no other form.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2013
It is the moment
Right before
When two are yet
Uncomfortable
Everything else
Dissolves
As the two
Share
The limelight
How striking
Not even noticing
How their soul
All at once
Disrobed.

The air is so tense
Any second
It could break
Any second
One could shake
The air is thick
So thick
They almost
Cannot take it.

They exchange words
But their bodies
Shiver
They make love
With the eyes
Two lives capsized
Reaching the heights
Without even
A touch.

It is the moment
Right before
Two lovers
Set on fire
Attraction
Is never
Calculated
A mystery
Why two
Become
Magnets
The love that is
Inevitable
That is the love
... Desire.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2013
The silence is gripping
And I know at this second
God is giving me a moment
To seize it in its integrity.

The fresh air that I breathe
I find my inner peace
There is nothing else I seek
As the sun clasps my cheeks.

Now my soul is as white as snow
And this way, sometimes narrow
Though I see footprints on the floor
It is still my own footsteps I draw.

The sky has never been so blue
Suddenly, it is the world I review
I am so little facing all this splendor
And all I hope is my writing can mirror.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2013
I have heard it all before
People claiming that this is
A reality we cannot ignore

All good things
Must come to an end

And now when they finally do
The past flashes before my eyes
Looking back on
The great moments
I spent here, in the company of
Terrific friends.

It is the end of an era
And I get teary-eyed
As I bid my final goodbye

All good things
Come to an end

I am not quite certain
What the future holds
But as long as I have you
By my side, creating something new
With confidence
Our new era just began.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2013
There is only a few
Whom you can call
Faithful and true;

Beyond borders and time,
Beyond distance,
Your words and mine,
Beyond our actions,
What differentiates us,
And what unites us,
All walks of life narrow down
To one single point,

Having you in my life.

It is often said
That nothing lasts,
The unimaginable happens
And the unbreakable can fall apart.
But when I look at us,
Recurrently get the chance
To become so overwhelmed
By the power of love, trust and friendship
I know
- Into eternity, I glance.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2013
So long I have been without
Now that I have you back
I cannot seem to figure out
Whether I missed you or not.

At first I was cross
Everything turned to chaos
No longer my own boss
Without you I was lost.

Obliged to rearrange
Usual habits became strange
But slowly all that came to change
I celebrated with champagne.

When I deemed it impossible
That every day would be a battle
I found ways I never thought of
Greater than any I had walked before.

So long have I been without
Now that you are back
I  keep on having setbacks
Still living as if I had to cut back.

So maybe when we get detached
It is not a time to miss what we had
The gap we get to fill when there is a hole
       Better than what we had when we were whole.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2013
Where I want to go
There are no shortcuts on the road
I cannot run a red light
At times, I am even forced
To take a few steps back.

Where I want to go
A dream place I already saw
The way is tedious and hard
The destination always seems so far.

Where I want to go
There are directions to follow
And though I might take longer
I am sure to make it on my own.

Where I want to go
There are no shortcuts
So many traps and holes
Yet each step and misstep
Still bring me closer to my goal.
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