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Aug 2012 · 928
R & R
Nicole Bataclan Aug 2012
If time really heals                                                                     She tried all the tricks
Then why does she still                                                            Fought being lovesick
Feel the same way                                                                     Yet never deciphered
She did on that day.                                                                   How to recover.


                                                                                                              
  


If everything is fated                                                                  Maybe she is not meant to
Also when we are destined                                                       Because she belongs to you
To misconnect and suffer                                                          And she cannot replace
And hope to one night rekindle.                                              One occupying all the space.
Aug 2012 · 1.0k
Unedited
Nicole Bataclan Aug 2012
There are so many ways now
To add glitter and sparkle
More sunlight where it is missing
Enhance the skin tone when it is fading.

You need not be an expert now
At the simple click of a touch
Your smile will light up like a flame
Putting your moment in a pristine frame.

Is it not customary now
You can make it much prettier
Turning the humdrum into classy
Creating a billion-dollar memory.



Yet not all things call for modifying now
The instant itself could be magical enough
If your shot had it all mimicked
Why polish when it is already perfect.

Take a photo with your heart now
Art imitates life and not the other way around
Capturing the sensation that cannot be jaded
Memories, unlike photos, will not be edited.
Aug 2012 · 2.1k
Act your age
Nicole Bataclan Aug 2012
The notion of age
Trickier than time,
We can never decide
On what is accurate
When it is early,
Or definitely too late.
We tend to feel older,
Older than our actual age.
As teenagers alone,
We could not wait,
Wait for that salient day
To be taken seriously
As mature as we ought to be.
I am not a child anymore,
An exasperated sigh,
I make my own decisions now
I have learned all the know-how.
But once we get older
The tables turn
And we are chasing the years
The years we spent acting older.
The wise still comment
Take full responsibility,
Deadpan honest,
You are not that young anymore
You got to think about the future.
And we ponder,
We reflect,
Reviewing the times
We already felt too old
Though our blood was so young.
Recollecting those times
We were surely too young
To be behaving so old.
And you wonder,
Puzzle over,
When is that time
That timing that is right;
Because truthfully,
You are reluctant -
Is there ever a time
A time you managed
To act your own age?
Aug 2012 · 475
A nice story
Nicole Bataclan Aug 2012
I would like to have
A nice story to tell
One that is jovial
And not one that ends
With a hero that fell.

I wish for once
The story could be nice
One that is abiding
Not purged in silence
With a heart broken again.

But it is all I ever share
Stories that are not well
And I wonder
When the tide will turn
If one day, it will be my turn.

Only so much I can bear
All I ever do is process
And I am not sure
Whether it will be my time
Have one I can call mine.

I am hoping for
This story to be my own
The One that is nice
Not one that has to halt
With a pinch in the past.

I daydream I will have
A nice story to tell
One that endures
And not one I can foresee
The One that I will never see
                                          The End.
Aug 2012 · 819
Benchmark
Nicole Bataclan Aug 2012
It must be rash
To compare and contrast
What should always be deemed
Unmatched and supreme.

But you raised the bar
Putting me behind bars
A slave to your sound
Captive and spellbound.

All at my behest
Providing me with the best
How can it be topped
Relinquished or stopped.

Now you have set the tone
Your love, a class of its own
Nobody comes close
Foreign or heroes.

Becoming my benchmark
Made it hopeless to embark
On any new adventure
My soul is already captured.

Prevail as my standard
My own version of Harvard
I will wait until you return
My heart will always be enamored.
Jul 2012 · 12.3k
Only a champion
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.
Jul 2012 · 478
A heart that listens
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.
May 2012 · 362
Light(er)
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.
May 2012 · 2.7k
Time travel
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.
Apr 2012 · 531
Morning glory
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.
Apr 2012 · 2.0k
Taking sides
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.
Apr 2012 · 650
After the end
Nicole Bataclan Apr 2012
After the end
When the only image left
Is the idea of your scent;
And of what it reeks
Is your face in distress
When you claimed you were weak.
While details fade away
The agony is permanent
If only it were the other way
Flashbacks would not burden.

After the end,
When the only new beginning
Is a heart that is broken;
And what to look forward to
Is the vision of a next life
When it will not **** me to love you.
While there are plenty of fish in the sea
The belief I found him daunts me
If I were to have one last plea
Flashbacks, for my sake, stop haunting me.
Apr 2012 · 823
A place of contrast
Nicole Bataclan Apr 2012
This is the place
Where hearts reunite
And others are torn apart.
Here searching
For a face in the mass
While others wave adieu
Through the thick window glass.
Finally when eyes meet
Their smile is so bright
But others will turn the corner
Clutching to one last sight.
Welcoming you with flowers
I will miss you, I murmur --
A place of contrast
Feelings digress
While others grow steadfast.
In those tears of joy
Or heart-rending turmoil,
Whether you are coming in
Or it is me that is flying
Hugs feel the same
Because honesty
They both exclaim.
Hellos and Goodbyes
Our life is never on standby
It will always sting
When someone you love is leaving.
And like the glow of fireflies,
It is always a piece of paradise
To see you arriving.
Apr 2012 · 713
(Un)finished business
Nicole Bataclan Apr 2012
You and I got unfinished business
And until we settle this
I reckon I cannot care less.

I will be carrying on with my chores
But every thought of you
Pulls my boat back to the shore.

A hushed rage takes over my body
Since my scenarios
Are only the fruit of my fantasies.

It is hard to read between silences
All the answers I get
Are explanations made up in my head.

I am pinning for a slap from reality
A pain so intolerable
For  the numbness to empty out swiftly.

I would rather have my heart explode
My mind be in the clear
Than a riddle that I cannot decode.

You are aware that it will free me
Come set my iced heart on fire
That is the least you owe me.
Mar 2012 · 719
Small talk
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
What is obvious betwen the lines
Is this uncanny vibe
Between you and I.

You ought to remember,
Mid-small talk,
We used to be so fond of each other.

Today we talk like strangers,
As if our life had not capsized
Since those days are over.

Candidly asking how we are;
So we hyperbolize the lie
And I am curious:
How can standing so close feel so far?

I wish to intervene,
Say it is alright to want the air cleared
To unmask what is in between.

But I am not about to reveal
That my heart still palpitates
And missing you has been my horrific ordeal.

After our brief encounter,
With hearts left unspoken,
I will smile, *Take care, and
                                      Enjoy the sunny weather!
Mar 2012 · 777
Behind every joke
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I am not the kind to hold a grudge
Especially if I know on some level
It is a bullet I am supposed to dodge

You were probably joking
So it is weird for me to insist
That your words were upsetting

Maybe I am reading too much into this
But were you not just pointing out
That bits and pieces of me are a tease

I would understand if others bantered
But coming from you, my friend
On this subject, your attitude tortured

Not very fond of sarcasm
And making me an object of ridicule
Specially from you, is so seldom

Pardon me if I snapped
For the damage that it caused me
Is something I cannot drop

It stings because it is you
For behind every joke
There's a tad bit truth

Now I muse on what is worse
That I think you meant it
Or you do not realize it hurts
Mar 2012 · 504
Farewell, former self
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Had the dream
One lifetime ago
Of becoming someone
I know I'll never become
Today.
It was the battle of my life
Regardless of my sighs
Hanging to a thread
Holding on to all I ever wanted.
Life happens
And so do
Accidents
Though God's plans are bigger
Mine felt similar.
I struggled so much
But it was never enough
And I bid farewell
A long time ago
To a dream
That I couldn't let go.
It aches me
Even if I made my peace
At times, I still find myself
Exchanging blows with
My former self.
Though thrilled to be where
I am now
When time warps
I wonder how it could have been
If my story would be
Rewritten.
Does anyone ever find out
Why things happen
For a reason?
God's plans are bigger
But mine felt similar
So I try to find
Each time I am thrown back
The solace in my heart
Live both lives with no regrets
Because I know I gave it my best.
Mar 2012 · 713
143
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
143
Could you ever love with an expiration date
Still carry on when separation will be your fate
Temporary exaltation to venture into this affair  
Get so deeply imbued in someone before despair
      Understand that it is an impossibility
An emotional investment without consistency
Need one that will dive rather than just tests waters
It is no great story, if you don't give yourself entirely
Love is believing in forever
Risk yourself and losing your barrier
All that's frightening pushes for commitment
     But what you get in return is enlightenment
An inspiration in everything you do
And a heightened sense of feelings too
I love you does not seek a happy end
But a path that simply does not end
Mar 2012 · 530
You had to ruin it
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
You had to ruin it
Come here and leave a print
Now every time I enter
All things are a reminder

It was my private space
Mine alone, in good and bad days
Where I was safe to be myself
Flaunting my weirdness on the shelf

But it wasn't an intrusion
It was all my own intention
I knew once I opened the door
These inhibitions tossed on the floor

Willingly letting you in my room
Intoxicated with your perfume
And I beam every time I think back
To all my details, you're now attached

Since that night, not a day goes by
I am different since you came by
Yet more myself than I've ever been
My cocoon's yours since you've stepped in.

Now you have to keep it
Come back here and leave more prints
Because my room will feel empty
Because without you, I am just me
Mar 2012 · 1.3k
In my book
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
In my book
You are far from bad
Thoughtful at day,
And sweet at night.
You try to include me
In your decision-making;
Because I have a voice, surely.

In my book
I am never waiting by the phone
Do not expect much,
And you will not hear me groan.
Not once I have to shrug,
Because at any given time
You shower me with hugs.

In my book
I am not taken for granted
You value my love
And I am not left feeling stranded.
There is no discrepancy,
Need not fight for attention
Because you say what you mean.

In my book
My heart is still;
Neither on ice nor fire
And not a bad feeling to ****.
If only I had the chance to rewrite
Because what is really wrong
Cannot bring you to make it right.
Mar 2012 · 560
Lie until it's true
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I'll lie until it's true,
That I'm fine and not feeling blue.
I will put on my make up,
A brave face to make up.


I'll pretend not to care anymore,
That my eyes have never been sore.
Laughing in your presence,
When I'm suffering in silence.


I'll stay in denial,
That my heart's still set on fire.
Though only cold as ice now,
I'm still lighting up somehow.


I'll put on this facade,
That each night I'm not crying to God.
My troubled thoughts on hold,
This reputation I ought to uphold.


I'll lie until it's true,
That I'm good and happy too.
One day it will be true,
I am free and so are you.
Mar 2012 · 610
Blind without my glasses
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I apologize for my behavior
It's because I cannot see any clearer
Even when things are laid out in front of me
I only mind what my heart dictates me.

Colors and shapes become a blur
Feelings seem not to be what they were
Unless it's as close as one inch from my face
Everything inside will remain a haze.

I am blind without my glasses
A believer until it all crashes
My heart still set on ice and fire
Until I get the new pair of eyes I require.

Maybe I look at things from another angle
But truth in my eyes was never subtle
Will not settle for less than your butterflies
I'm the kind that sees love through blurry eyes.
Mar 2012 · 988
Sweet talk and action
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Was it all in my head
All the things that you said
No depth in your words
When your actions changed my world.

Did I imagine it all
Smashed my heart into a wall
Your meaningless blabber
When your actions made me fonder.

Was I not on the same page
Now I am searing with rage
Only sweet-talking your way
When your actions let my feelings sway.

Did it mean anything
The chemistry was misleading
I heard what I wanted
When your actions were all but honest.
Mar 2012 · 995
Kissing in the snow
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Her hands are freezing
Her soul is shaking
Is it because it's so cold
Or that racing heart that unfolds

The tension gets thicker
She nervously dithers
Is this really happening
As snowflakes start falling

He takes her lips
They kiss so deep
Under the lamplight
Lovers steal the spotlight

Wrapped in tight embrace
His caress is her fireplace
Under the burning glow
At temperature below zero

An eternal moment right there
All dissolves into thin air
She doesn't notice time just flew
He is her dream come true

They're kissing in the snow
He melts into her shadow
She gives her heart of gold
Love's a flame in the cold.
Mar 2012 · 527
Strange melody
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I had been feeling a little off lately,
It must be because of this strange melody.
Hearing it once sent an arrow through my heart,
The purest form of pain transformed into art.

A song that was written in a different era,
Each rendition of it revives the trauma.
Words you utter send shivers down my spine,
Between love and pain lies but a fine line.

Ensorcelled by this haunting melody,
No other song has had this effect on me.
I'm trembling inside in awe of your voice,
Hanging to every emotion as if I had no choice.

Blues is playing one note and it grabs you,
Music that is so honest it unglues you.
Cannot listen without a knot it my stomach,
The purest form of pain stuck in my heart.
Mar 2012 · 905
Slave to the immediate
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Red light blinking
Message incoming
The custom nowadays
We read it fast
We get it now


Connected at all times
Not sending a swift reply is a crime
We have become so impatient
Slave to this second
Slave to the immediate


Delayed gratification
Once a fulfilling sensation
A strain to wait a while
Feelings at high speed
Feelings at a risk


All communications
A wave of indignation
The interval is too long
We count the limits
We count every minute


Time is on our side
Technology provides
But what we lose in return
It is timing we force
It is us we coerce
Mar 2012 · 772
Breaking the curse
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I know the lyrics to this song
Already had this conversation
Not the first time I wear this outfit
All the old doubts stuck on repeat

I sense a huge train wreck coming
Cannot help but have misgivings
Heart desires a bona fide ending
Cloud above my head to stop following

I have felt my smile slip away
Already awaiting such cliche
Sounds like I've heard and seen it all
Different journey, yet the same goal

I am bound to just rehearse
When does it cease to be a curse
Getting weary of this limbo
Ready to be the lead in my own show

     Be the one that proves me wrong
     The person with no trepidation
     Will I ever pass this exam
     Or am I to change who I am.
Mar 2012 · 387
A million questions
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Help me understand
Did I lose this hand?
Where did it go wrong?
Been patient so long

Help me get it right
Are we not alright?
Why are you so mean?
You were more than keen

Leaving me hanging
What's up with this thing?
Are there more reasons?
Hitting my buttons

Leaving me wondering
What am I missing?
And are you that vain?
You have to explain

I am still waiting
Why am I clinging?
Will you be a dear?
Nothing's crystal clear

I am still asking
Are you listening?
Are you worth a dime?
A waste of my time

You got me puzzled
Is it all canceled?
Why make it so hard?
Yes you disregard

You got me confused
Aren't you amused?
So is this the end?
Don't get what happened...
Mar 2012 · 705
Drunk dialing
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Calling you at this ungodly hour
Almost certain that you will be bothered
Apologizing for my drunken state
I guess this is how my feelings translate.

There's no way in hell I would have done this
In broad daylight, try not to reminisce
But what cold breeze on this dark autumn night
Slightly emotional after midnight.

Perhaps I had a little more to drink
Normally, my sorrows I do not sink
Although drunk dialing is not so smart
The truth is I am pouring out my heart.

Wanted to hear your voice right about now
Even if tomorrow, I'll raise an eyebrow
Aware that this is pretty much absurd
Barely coherent, I'm fairly hammered.

Miss you more than I will ever admit
It is like there's a hole in my spirit
You're still everything that I desire
The one that sets my heart on ice and fire.

I called you at this ungodly hour
Absolutely sure that you are bothered
Forgive me for my vulnerable state
Lost my heart and my mind, I can't locate
Mar 2012 · 704
Real masks
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Putting on a mask is routine
Every day is Halloween
This flawless smile will mislead you
False tears have ways to ****** you

When are you really being real
Honest about feeling what you feel
Is there somebody here to please
Hindering you with boundaries

Society you cannot outsmart
Costumes are an integral part
Easier to be someone else
A personality that sells

In an alternate universe
Masks and sincere feelings diverge
What you see is what you will get
There's nothing here to simulate

When you are really being real
Honest about feeling what you feel
There's nobody but you to please
Lets you be without boundaries

Poison will eat you from within
If living in another skin
Real masks are not a solution
Rather scorned than an illusion
Mar 2012 · 502
Some stories
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Some love stories cannot stand on their own
All those nights I was waiting by the phone
For things that were unlikely to happen
Still, there I was wondering without end.

Some love stories need the hurdles and pain
All those days when I was going insane
Put pieces together that didn't fit
Still hoping that I was in for a treat.

Some love stories are this rapturous thing
All this time, loving him and suffering
But he's the sunrise that makes my heart sing
Still here, not trading him for anything.

Some love stories cannot stand on their own
They require the hurdles and the pain
The impossibility of it all
To be this beautiful, rapturous thing.
Mar 2012 · 609
The beginning of things
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
You only liked the beginning of things,
When getting a call sent your heart racing
And the dates were less than predictable
A few days apart were hard to handle

We would be the best version of ourselves
Our conversations were rich and honest
Didn't mind kissing until the wee hours
Then, you would still surprise me with flowers

A time we were so afraid to fall short
Both you and I would put in the effort
We did not take a moment for granted
It was love in all its glory, splendid

    And all of a sudden, we stopped caring
    It was too familiar for our liking
    We were past the infatuation phase
    Realizing a love so sure betrays
  
    You only loved the beginning of things,
    When there was no jealousy or crying
    So we started to count our shortcomings
    When did the real thing become frightening?
Mar 2012 · 629
Souls collide
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I've written a love letter here before
Was the time I thought our future was sure
On my way to the eternal city
There, I knew that you were waiting for me

In the beginning, when everything's new
Driven by passion, it's mountains we move
Our souls collide, and the story we start
I was yours, you were mine - everything right.

So fate brought me back here six years later
The universe has a sense of humor
Us together, a distant memory
Buried someplace where my heart cannot see

In the end, when everything's forgotten
I'd lie if I said it's all forgiven
Chapter in the past, this love lost its spark
No longer you and I - everything dark.
Mar 2012 · 873
To whom it may concern
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
To whom it may concern
This, you have to discern
I'm not here to play games
True love is what I aim

I have been there, done that
The life of a wildcat
I'm in for the long run
I'll wait to be The One

To whom it may concern
My time, you'll have to earn
I promise you my all
For me, you should stand tall

Willing to take a chance
Go all in for romance
I'm ready for this change
One's up for the challenge

    To whom it may concern
    You have to be certain
    We must want the same things
    With my heart, no gambling.
Mar 2012 · 1.9k
The nomad
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
A nomad's home is the road
His favorite spot, the window.
The eyes wander constantly
Heightened by their vicinity.

A nomad adores people
To his travels, they're fuel.
Differences is what he seeks
A common ground is what they'll reach.

It's a nomad's addiction
Have this world leave an impression.
He'll get smitten with a place
Set off, but not without a trace.

It's a nomad's prerogative
To venture, for him, is to live.
Memories in his suitcase
New experience, he'll embrace.

     For a nomad, it never stops
     There's no such thing as enough.
     Globe-trotting is a purpose
     This nomadic life he chose.
Mar 2012 · 1.5k
Osmosis
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Nothing but the sound of the waves
Feeling the warm wind on my face
Close my eyes just before I dive
I have never felt more alive

Millions have walked here before me
Still, this moment belongs to me
When my footprints will wash away
In my heart you are here to stay

The island's whispering to me
Overwhelmed by your energy
Everything in sudden osmosis
A harmony I'll surely miss
Mar 2012 · 514
The Innocence of it all
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I would write your name on a piece of paper
Add little hearts and a whole lot of color
Then, the mere thought of you was enough for me
I would get a hello; my heart raced quickly.

Beauty of young love lies in its purity
Ephemeral, untainted eternally
A time when possibilities were endless
Love seemed simple - and the heart knew nothing less.

Once older, bruised from a crushed romance or more
Left space for cynicism to take over
And I wonder if it can happen again
Could I love like I have never been in pain?

Innocence of young love is indelible
Now, even forgot the mirth to just giggle
Would like to think there's naivete like before
Love is simple - and this heart knows it for sure.
Mar 2012 · 577
Blue clouds and a white sky
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Blue clouds and a white sky
Another year goes by
And now I'm twenty-six;
Grateful to add new bricks.

Live my life in full swing
Finding joy in all things.
Each moment leads to now
Dodge bullets without frown.

Thankful for who I am
In deep waters I swam
No remorse since my youth
My heart still searches truth

I love wholeheartedly
Beauty surrounding me.
Forever in a day,
Extremes like all the way.

Blue clouds and a white sky
God hears me laugh and cry
My soul paints a picture,
A life filled with rapture.
Mar 2012 · 973
Borderline
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Sometimes, I think we go too far
Chatting about things off radar
A place we shouldn't wander to
Makes me revise my feelings for you

Draw a line between you and me
That's the only way it can be
There's no need to plant this garden
Don't want me falling for you again

We're joking, but I am smitten
I wonder if you too, are lightened
Some things should remain off limits
Drawn to you once more is illicit

Have a line between you and me
That's the only way it should be
If we were to have each other
In our lives, it comes with a barrier

Took us years to be where we are
Loving you was going through war
We've passed all that without good-bye
And now you are my closest ally

Need this line between you and me
That's the only way it must be
I am mixing oil with water
Each time my love for you is triggered

Aren't we borderline flirting
Once we get into that talking
Tiptoeing on dangerous ground
In this ocean, I know I will drown

Keep this line between you and me
The only way that works for me
If only this could stay frozen
Because I can't fall for you again.
Mar 2012 · 940
Love from my shades
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I used to have this song on repeat.
It brightened up my day, and it followed me to sleep.
Like a child that picked his number one candy,
I adored it; eating from the palm of my hand, word after word.
And as I hummed the melody, I hummed...
As if it were the only existing, most beautiful sound in the world.

Now, hidden in the dark, far from daylight; my heart breaks.
It takes me by surprise every time; God knows I cannot fake.
I close my eyes slowly, it all starts to feel heavy.
Every stroke on the guitar, the bass remains steady.
Can you hear the drums, and how Anthony perfects it?
The rhythm revives the used-to-be, reminds me it was not meant to be.

Sing for me, please, play it once again for me.
I listen, chords and words. And it is finally dawn, sunrise becomes me.
Pain, it brings no more. Sad tears, I ceased to accumulate.
I am not bitter: to this song, him, I no longer associate.
Lyrics and melody, Red Hot memories; from this day on,  intertwined with mine, only mine.
I see love from my shades. Created a new memory; untainted, bright like sunshine.
Mar 2012 · 626
Still, without
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I'm a singer without a mic
I'm a boxer when there's no fight
I'm a soldier without a gun
Still a shadow when there's no sun

I'm a waiter without a tray
I'm a hunter when there's no prey
I'm a poet without a pen
Still a listener when there's no friend

I'm an actor without a crowd
I'm a DJ when there's no sound
I'm a pilot without a plane
Still a player when there's no game

   I'm the answer without question
   Letter without destination
   A lesson when there's no mistake
   Lover when there's no heart to break.
Mar 2012 · 505
Crawling back
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
You would love that I run back to you
Put my heart on the table for you
Those are efforts I made in the past
It's not my fault you gave up so fast
You know I would have gone the distance
And that's what I did; went the distance
Now I care more about the weather
Than your troubles and your desires
I stopped caring the moment you left
Picked the right way instead of the left
Made it clear that I was hit and miss
Every time I blamed myself for this
Never thought you'd make me feel so low
A waste dwelling on my hurt ego
But all of those obsessions abate
There's always an expiration date
Now, you still take those things for granted
While all along, I was devoted.
Don't dare say the choice is up to me
Crawling back's not a possibility.
Mar 2012 · 1.5k
Numb
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
It is not Herculean to disappear,
Repel all the strong feelings that appear.
You're at the summit or in the gutter,
None of that sticks, you're numb whatsoever:
Entirely immune to bitterness;
New journey trying out being fearless.

Cured injuries that left hideous scars,
Love-hate relationship in your memoirs:
Don't want to go on living without them,
And yet you cannot stand the sight of them.
Solace in the fact that it pains no more,
Vexed because balance was never restored.

You deal with a constant oxymoron;
You alone create this little *****.
At length, cannot get out of your own way,
Exhausting having your thoughts on replay.
Done with being neurotic; done grumbling;
Sky high, downfall, indifferent's becoming.
Mar 2012 · 3.3k
A good conversation
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I love nothing more than a good conversation
Whether we laugh or have a serious discussion
Quality moments sitting around a table
Words flow as we're trapped in our own little capsule

Promptly, we are transported to a different world
See all these places and get cultured through mere words
Without even leaving this spot for a second
Our shared stories spur on the imagination

I am here enjoying my beer or my coffee
It is a pleasure to be in great company
One can learn so much through the eyes of another
To some questions, one can firmly get an answer

It doesn't matter if we are, or not, alike
A smart and challenging person will always strike
Ultimately, one might get more than what he thought
One discovers things about himself just with talk

I love nothing more than a good conversation
Whether we laugh or have a serious discussion
Sit around a nice little table for a while
What's greater in life than connecting through a smile?
Mar 2012 · 783
Forever, until the end
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I will love you forever, until the end
I met you only once but I know I'll spend
The rest of my life with your words in my head
Thank you so much for the life lessons you spread

Taught me what it means to be a human being
You give freedom and forgiveness their true meaning
Incarcerated for more than eighteen years
An innocent man on death row; how does one deal?

I cannot even fathom what you have been through
I would have given up hope a long time ago
Your optimism and beliefs kept you going
Is there more to God's plan than what you're sharing?

You moved me in ways I cannot fully explain
These are heavy emotions that are hard to feign
We are only people who try to make a change
And you repeated it, we have got to exchange

To me, you are an exemplary fighter
A terrific human being I admire
It was the greatest privilege to meet you
I want to make a difference, all because of you

I will love you forever, until the end
I wholeheartedly believe that you are godsend
Your story will be remembered through the ages
Gave us all the will of crossing these bridges
Mar 2012 · 571
Greater expectations
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Days she spent with him, she doesn't regret
The greater expectations were not met
Asked for something she doesn't even want
Only fools make turmoils so transparent.

The type that lives in the immediacy
Passions are meant to be felt intensely
So he said good-bye as fast as he came
Both dreadful and brilliant, that is the game.  

On some days, she wished she were more normal
That she'd be less difficult to handle
It's a curse and an asset; this wild side
Change that, all good things about her subside.

When fireworks settle for the routine
It drifts away, best bit lost in between
Only for a day or it's all the way,
Expect no less or she will go astray.
Mar 2012 · 576
Dedicated to
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
There are moments in life when everything makes sense
Someone special touches your soul, breaks through the fence
In honesty, you'll never be the same again
Angel came down and gave you a taste of heaven.

The times you fail to find good reasons to wake up
In the morning; feel good, and put on some make-up
God sends a message and says bright days are ahead
"You want to explore the world, now, get out of bed!"

Intolerable hardships, inevitable
Everyone heals differently from the same battle
One who can't fall asleep will find a way to dream
A fatalist will stop seeing things in extreme.

Give thanks to the ordinary that empowers
And the extraordinary won't have borders
Reminded again, with love and music combined,
Real happiness is only but a State of Mind.
Mar 2012 · 726
Fin'amor
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Before we met, high walls around my heart
Conscious of the risks of an open heart
Protecting myself from harm and deceit
True to form, getting hurt was a habit.

   I let my guard down, looked into your eyes
   Didn't know what I would find but I tried
   A version of the truth was desires
   For a second there, confusion arised.

I was brought back to earth when I recalled
The reason why I do not get involved
I do not trust myself with anyone
Intangible, my seat-belt, I fasten.

But it is the authentic me you saw.
Then, like child allergic to cookie dough
Keeping it simple, always a hassle;
Tasted romance and so I lost control.

I said things in the heat of the moment
The ******* likes her arrow broken
A version of the lie is that I care
Now a pseudo strain I'm supposed to bear.

After we met, the high walls from the start
Still quite intact, bruised knees were just a part
Not reciprocated and keep distance,
Only fin'amor applauds the absence.
Mar 2012 · 2.4k
Red light district
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
They say it's not safe to walk around here
You'll see women standing on street corners
Few drunk mortals and usual dealers
Still, it has a unique flair that's sincere.

Interesting folks spotted at cafes
Nights and on weekends, the scene is alive
Best galleries in town, boutiques survive
A form of art, nothing close to cliches.

The kind of place that gives someone a fright
A misconception for some who can't stand
The riveting darker side of their mind;
It's here geniuses like Baudelaire saw light.  

There is something alluring about them
Those society scorn, the marginalized.
Judgmental souls persist; not so surprised
When below the surface waits a poem.

The people here have no care in the world.
Whether it's where they work or their hangout
Here, free spirits do not need to stand out
They think lightly and none shall be bothered.

They say it's not safe to walk around here
It's the truth, one must be a bit careful
But this area, genuinely soulful;
Rather here, red light district I revere.
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