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Mar 2012 · 494
Love art
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Turning the ordinary into art
They perceive things with a creative heart
When a piece is incomprehensible
To a few, its purpose is logical.

Artists are known to exude a strange side
They hardly ever follow the high tide
And who would want it any other way
On their terms, they do the most of their day.

Living in their own world with rules they set
Go the distance, never to be stranded
As soon as they begin, they cannot stop
Feelings overwhelm, takes them to the top.

At times, such inspiration becomes rare
Overanalyzing is just not fair
Some will get mad at their own creations
Because of their search for small perfections.

Capturing a moment like they do now
Opportunities they should not pass by
They will look back because it was divine
Who ever said that we can't create time?
Mar 2012 · 503
Not that difficult
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
It shouldn't be this difficult
I feel like I have joined a cult
And they say I cannot get out
They'll chase for me if I head south.

I'm sitting in a crowded space
I really need a change of pace
I got to break free from worry
Rethink responsibility.

I tend to talk in enigma
People cannot stand the drama
I cannot clarify the spiel
Only a few get what's the deal.

I'm standing alone in a park
Everything around me is dark
Got to set myself free of you
Set me free, please, I'm begging you.

     It shouldn't be this difficult
     All I want to do now is bolt
     But I will stay and fight the pain
     It gets better, nothing's in vain.
Mar 2012 · 1.4k
Handwritten
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
No one writes letters anymore
We live in a world that needs more
Than fast messages with emoticons;
We speak our mind through funny fonts.

Tell me you could visualize
A tortured heart that slowly dies;
I truly wish you read the signs
Tears I poured while writing those lines.

In my handwriting, I revealed
In my letter, my heart I sealed
I made mistakes I can't erase
I am so sorry, I lose face.

You won't forgive me easily
Don't expect an answer swiftly;
My words came from deep down inside
One day, perhaps, you'll let it slide.

No one writes letters anymore
But I am the kind that is for
Face-to-face communication
From afar, words must move mountains.

In my handwriting, I unveiled
In my letter, my heart is sealed
I'll say sorry until you care
Was a letter enough to repair?
Mar 2012 · 1.4k
Better than fiction
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Love stories do not start the same
Yet they all end the classic way
Odd first encounter, then obstacles
Come credits, movie fades with wonder.

Sugar-coated films are to blame
Viewers listen to what they say
That love is worth a million battles
In the end, you'll find the right partner.

Romantics yearn for the Grand Finale
Optimists believe in Meant To Be's
Broken hearts curse the hurtful truth
And films try do define the rule.

Love the drama and the silly
Sick of the cheesy and the tease
Either way, like having a sweet tooth,
Their imagination becomes your tool.

Still, I have another idea
Of how it should be, how it feels.
Then again, I got no clue at all
But I'm certain it's not like the films.

Nothing real can come of thee,
Only partials and it kills
The erratic beauty of it all,
Love must be more than what they scheme.

  So I know it's not like fiction
  Pain lasts and it never ends well;
  So I want better than fiction
  Perhaps one day, I'll be able to tell.
Mar 2012 · 1.3k
Like art
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I use a pencil when I write down my dreams
Some have been the same all these years
Some came into being in the course of one night.

I use a pencil when I write down my dreams
Some on paper, locked in my heart
Some I erased, redrafted with tears.

I use a pencil when I write down my dreams
Some I turned into my whimsical reality
Some I had to edit because I'm realistic.

I use a pencil when I write down my dreams
Some make me quit because I'm pessimistic.
Some make me see beyond the difficulty.

I use a pencil when I write down my dreams
Cannot draw the future, but I can sharpen it
Can only scribble until dreams become clear.

I use a pencil when I write down my dreams
Will protect them from rain so they won't smear
Will not stop until I find the shoe that fits.
Mar 2012 · 403
Love art
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Turning the ordinary into art
They perceive things with a creative heart
When a piece is incomprehensible
To a few, its purpose is logical.

Artists are known to exude a strange side
They hardly ever follow the high tide
And who would want it any other way
On their terms, they do the most of their day.

Living in their own world with rules they set
Go the distance, never to be stranded
As soon as they begin, they cannot stop
Feelings overwhelm, takes them to the top.

At times, such inspiration becomes rare
Overanalyzing is just not fair
Some will get mad at their own creations
Because of their search for small perfections.

Capturing a moment like they do now
Opportunities they should not pass by
They will look back because it was divine
Who ever said that we can't create time?
Mar 2012 · 503
Hanging in my closet
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I see the dress hanging in my closet
Brings me back to the day you I and met
A series of images reappear
I even remember how the clouds moved
It seems like magic happened yesterday
All over now, the dark days quickly came.

I can't bring myself to wear it again
Dare not toss it away, at any cost
Just hanging in the closet, left to dust
Awaits the hour to see light again.

The way you stared at it, clear in my head
And your compliment, sweet words that you said
Emotions so strong instantly appeared
You knew exactly that I would be wooed
Never felt sexier than on that day
I try it on now, it's just not the same.

Can't wear this dress in broad daylight again
I do want to throw it away, at all cost
Yet I know I'll leave it there, left to dust
Waiting in the dark 'til we meet again.
Mar 2012 · 1.6k
My everything
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Berlin, Berlin, it was love at first sight
All senses synchronized, bass to the heart.
People of all walks of life danced to the beat,
Tresor was on fire, I can still feel the heat.

Since then, it is electronic music
That fuels me; provides the everyday kick.
Hours of tech house, minimal and techno --
Never a day without, I'm always in awe.

I need Ibiza every summer,
Cocoon each time; Hive, never a ******.
Richie forever! The great Papa Sven!
It is falling in love, again and again.

So electronic music doesn't care much
About image or status; petty things as such
You have to lose yourself in the music
That's all that matters, soul and rhythm that click.

The ones who really know, they understand
How I feel is unique: my horizons expand.
It's crazy how it has shaped my being,
I'm thankful for it, you're my everything.
Mar 2012 · 331
Good night's sleep
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
It's been almost five years
Body's tired, still thoughts wander with fear.
Could never get more than four hours sleep
In the dark, my mind lets nothing slip.

It's only until you were next to me
Found a sense of peace; slept like a baby.
I thank you for what you have given me
It wasn't your intention, but you saved me.

I've tried different techniques
They don't work, no clue to this magic trick.
Nights gradually turned into a burden
To the core, my whole body was shaken.

It's only until I had you beside me
Felt serene, the joy of sleeping deeply.
I am so thankful for what you have done
It's your gift to me, such an appreciated one.

I care for a good night's sleep
Eight hours straight, a habit I'd like to keep.
Now I think of you right before the dream
You enter it, tell me,
                          Don't we make a good team?
Mar 2012 · 739
Dear Sun
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I try to wake up with the sun
Barefoot, my heartbeat is steady
Coffee, cigarette, music on
Make this moment a ritual for me.

Feel the wind brushing through my hair
I take deep breaths, it's enthralling
To celebrate the brightness you share;
You give meaning to the smallest thing.

Inspirational thoughts quickly come,
I am no longer on the run
Made my peace with the universe
Blinded by you and still, we converse.

Sunrise, best part of any day
I make the best out of this day
Always a fresh start; chances, tons.
My dreams are real, as real as the sun.
Mar 2012 · 409
Rhythm of the day
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
The sunset was just minutes ago
Next thing I know
First rays of light through my window
In your arms, I get lost in the moment
In your embrace, hypnotized by your scent.

Day turns to night, or the other way around
Only smirks as we jazz around
It all belongs to you, to you I am bound
In your smile, I sense something real
In your laughter, something genuine revealed.

Breakfast at midnight, dinner at noon
The sun outside, I only see the moon
Stars aligned, it's how you make me swoon.
In your eyes, the reflection of my happiness
In your gaze, my soul you possess.

Seems like time ceased to exist for me
Us in a nutshell; couldn't be more free  
The talks, the kisses, the works, really
With you, it's very sincere, yet so surreal.
With you, this heart of stone is healed.
Mar 2012 · 429
No such luck
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I can't believe it's the second time
That our paths cross, just to part.
The odds seem not on my side.
Can't get the chance to spell out
You are the only one...
Who sets my heart; on ice and fire.

What a crime to love this way:
It's paralyzing, so suffocating.
Trapped in a prison of despair
There's only me to blame.
You were just meters away,
And I was such a chicken.

I've been waiting so long
For an opportunity like this
It was on replay in my dreams
Come reality, not easy so it seems.
Startled to see you again,
        needed to recollect myself
And you were gone, all of a sudden.

People say third time's a charm
I can't buy it, it's a sham.
Miss out on you twice --
No such luck! Not written in the stars!
The first time it was unfair,
The next, it is I that cries.

I make my own destiny,
but couldn't make us happen.
It is the end of the road,
You will never be in my world.
I was late, you left too early
Fate hints you're not meant for me
Mar 2012 · 755
Tuesdays
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
You and I, we met on a tuesday night.
It was just a typical day for you;
For me though, our encounter shed new light.
Amidst the crowd, found that special place
Where we hear giggles; go in without a trace.

Here, I crave for what is in my reach.
Sitting in the corner with exclusive view,
I get to choose; his face is sweet as peach.
Between whispers and stares, we speak truth;
And I become Eve, tasting the forbidden fruit.

After some sinful flirting here and there,
At the break of dawn we are through.
You're a handsome mistake I needn't repair.
Sense my grin as I lit this cigarette?
Tuesdays got me smiling now, ****, I don't regret.
Mar 2012 · 364
My stranger
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I left that night with nothing but a name.
Hours spent together, maybe it was just a game.
So vague, so blurred, I can barely even remember.
Just the same, I wanted his kiss to last forever.

Now, not a day goes by without him on my mind,
I long for his hands to hold my face, but I'm fantasizing blind
In my head, in my heart, can't seem to forget his gaze;
My knees still tremble and I know it is not just a phase.

Perhaps that night will meet the day someday,
You'll smell my perfume again and I shall meet you halfway.
On a high, on cloud nine, a feeling so true.
But alas, we are fading; and I wonder why we do.
Mar 2012 · 332
S.O.S
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Behind this perfect smile,
A fragile soul in denial.

Though ridiculously time consuming,
Frustration remains an elusive thing.

Pretending all the time,
Now a real habit of mine.

Who goes through a rough patch,
Tires of standing still soon enough.

Moments with a treasured friend,
Stranger’s heart is on the mend.

I do not hold back my tears any longer,
With you, no need to push any further.

You feel my hands that are cold,
In your warm embrace, I unfold

— The End —