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Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
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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
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?
Nicole Bataclan May 2014
Here
Revisiting

Places and former feelings
Investing in a past
In the present that is
Anything but sad

I get some flashbacks and laugh
And others I ought to see past.

God willing

How I found myself
Here again
Still asking
How that could happen
However

No longer is my spirit broken

My life still filled with
Those memories

Though for a while
All they did was
Hinder me

Time and healing
Worked wonders

And I have been free

Today
Created moments
I can call my own
And mine alone.

As I peek at that past
Living
In the here and now
I am stoked for
What is coming up

Perhaps
A decade in the making

But maybe God wanted me thinking

My eyes have matured
But being a child at heart
Will forever be my nature.
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.
Nicole Bataclan Jun 2014
You can feel yourself slip again
Your chest starts to tighten
And your thoughts slowly blacken
It is a subtle process but it is happening
Will it be worse this time, wondering.
You do not want to lie in that state again
A promise you make to yourself
Now and back then
Every time you cry without reason.
But here you are, prating
Once again, to bury that side of you
That will always be hurting;
Once you have creeped into the dark
All your broken pieces are terrified to go back.

But I tell you, whether or not
You are sliding into Hell's mouth
Once again and once more after that
I will be here pulling you back up;

When you are tired of looking for light
I will never tire of your fight.
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?
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 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 Oct 2012
We want the gadget
That does it all
Connects us at all times
Protected from a fall.
From now on,
No one is out of reach
In our free time
It even has the ability to teach:
The quote of the day
News incoming
Throughout the day
Pop-ups in a constant state
Do not have to check
It is the notifications alert
That we set.
Why look any further
Carry in our pockets
One or two things heavier
It also works as a camera,
A map if we get lost
A game center when we are bored.
This lovely little package
Wrapped in multifunctional;
Nothing it cannot offer
That one that gives us all --
Is it not
Precisely what we want
An ideal all-in-one?

The gadget that does it all
That has made everything
So accessible;
We want the same in people
Someone that has it all
The ideal all-in-one
Trying to materialize
The perfect person.
Answering to our needs
The looks that we fancy
Mind-boggling
But still entertaining
And put on silent
When it is inconvenient
Then expected
To succeed
Continually.

But where is the fun
In the easier version
Who needs perfection
When there is
A specialized version?
The one
That may not have all things
But does that one thing
In excellent condition.
A camera
That takes
Professional ones
An intellect
That sprinkles
The conversation
A stereo
That plays music
In high-definition
A sensible soul
That spreads
His recollections.
To be ideal
Is to simplify
To simplify
is not ideal --
So rather look for
Someone special
Than an all-in-one.
Nicole Bataclan Dec 2014
Tell me
What I do not hear
Interpret
The kisses
And that smell
Behind the ear
Hug my sins
****** my skin
That enslave my fears
Tell me it exists
My love
A love like this.
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...
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.
Nicole Bataclan Nov 2012
Sometimes it is what we anticipate
The memories we already create
It is so brilliant before it happens
Certain of a tragedy in the end.

Sometimes it is emotions that saunter
The imaginative mind that wanders
Nurturing different expectations
Feeding the soul with specific visions.

Maybe it is the moments that precede
The dreams and the hopes that are still unclear
That will determine the growth of the seed

Maybe it is the joyous thought or pain
That will make a situation that way
Because are we ever shocked if it rains?
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2019
I just ordered
My third cup of coffee
After all, I am in good company
Words spilled before me.

Could they have known —
I will always look for
The smell of old books
In this digital world.

Words, my words,
My heart treasures
To put pen to paper.

Time is unkind
For a writer,

Nothing is ephemeral.

You are
A page marked by a folded corner
A love I will come back to
In the future.
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.
Nicole Bataclan May 2015
They keep asking me
Did I do anything different
Not one bit
At last he appreciates me.
Nicole Bataclan May 2014
A sip of coffee
Disclosing my story
Pasting in this scrapbook,
All the photos of us
I took
Writing the captions,
I tear up with emotions
Eternity is a gentle caress
And I recognize
In the end,
There is nothing more
Real in life
Than
Momentary happiness.
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 Oct 2015
Autumn is a sturdy man
Eager to take your clothes off
What a mess he will leave on the floor

Some dignity hanging on
For as long as possible
But he gets bolder by the day
Complacent to stay.


Autumn is a coy woman
Eager to wear the colors of desire
What a sight she leaves for the beholder

Some courage to resist
As you blow her a kiss
But before she succumbs
She is promised a firework.


Autumn is a seductive game
Here to devour her right away
While withholding for her is foreplay

His approach is raw
She delays her fall
She wanted it to last
But he came too fast.
Nicole Bataclan Oct 2018
I let him in
Through the back door

He alone
Holds the password.

Seldom knocks
But often enough;

Through the tiny peephole
Of the unresolved,

I take the chain
Off the door.

I keep my skirt
While he unbuttons my heart

That door policy is rough
But he earns my trust;

That love hurts
'Til a gentle push.

Unlock
The secrets to my core;

The fissure
Of pleasure

For a full-frontal
Of my soul.

He sneaks
In the back door

Only he knows
The password;

No one is welcome
But one.
Nicole Bataclan Oct 2012
You have to speak louder
I can barely hear you
Come here,
Come a little closer.

You tilt your head
And as I feel your breath on me
I am about to lose my head.

Flushed, I nod and shudder
While gazing at your lips
And swiftly,
The background music just whispers.

The choice of your words
Love the sound of your voice;
The most enthralling noise I have ever heard.
Nicole Bataclan Feb 2018
Twenty-one days,
They say,
Only twenty-one days
Til a new habit
Has a face ;
Kicking the one out
They wish to replace.

I can and I will,
I have
Worn change
As a second skin.

Twenty-one days,
They say,
Rather a lifetime,
If I may.

For true smokers hate quitting
Who are we kidding –
No switch for a cigarette lit ;

A new regime
To be a little more fit,
Ending cravings that will never leave

With alternatives.

We persevere.
Like an alcoholic giving up the bottle ;
Not taking a drink will always be a battle.

Twenty-one days,
They say,
Forever, if I may.

I love my bad habits ;
Glory is in continuing

(to quit).
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
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.
Nicole Bataclan Nov 2012
Berlin
Lets me be

Have it all
And agrees

Granting
All my quirks

All bits of me;

Berlin
Trains me

Inspirits my soul

To be loyal
Become faithful

To my
Nature.

The pace
Sets the tone
The hours
Are long

I am one
At extremes
And I am
Prime
in Berlin.

Every street
Has a story
Each corner
Its deep music

I leave my own trace
This unrivaled city
I embrace
Here, I belong, Berlin
Morning till dawn.
Nicole Bataclan Apr 2014
It is how I am
When I am here
It is what I hum
When I grab the music
It is who I struggle to be
Someone completely free
The one I always imagined
I could be
In a dream
And in reality

The city reads
My thoughts
What I desire
And what I fought

Here is Berlin
The one and unique
Where I can write
My uncut story.
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.
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 Feb 2019
My niece

Hugging me tighter

Than usual;



Words spill

On my heart

Making a mess

My mind

Will not erase;



Kissing me sweet

Clenching my fists;



The big things

Rest on that microscopic grin

On the right corner

Of my lips --



That is where you lie,

In the space between

My lines.
Nicole Bataclan Jan 2015
I have drawn
The lines of your silhouette
My ring finger
Dark from smudging
The shadows behind your head;
I color it now
Where is that brown
Accurate enough
To capture the secrecy in your eyes,
That kind of green
That matches the shirt you wore
The one I tore that night?
Painting the memory of you
However, the colors I use
Mask your true colors,
My muse.
Because you are black and white
Your rainbows are shades of minimal
There is no space for red
Or opening up for my sake
But I see;
That is a happy face
Listening to the blues
Below the surface.
You are black and white
Would you like some colors, I ask.
Hand over on the brush,
Just say the word,
Let me be pastel in your world.
Nicole Bataclan Feb 2016
Blank canvas
I cleaned my brush
So do I need to know
About your past
And drag mine
Into this now?
Saturated colors
Some dark edges;
A focal point
Can we not paint on white
Start out right?


Blank canvas
Is not ours
I do not require
A new work of art,
Superimposed
Upon our past.

I take you
As you are
Along with each stroke of brush
You have crafted until now;

The anatomy of us
Overlaps with the portrait of our lives
I see the whole spectrum
Let us look at the big picture.
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.
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.
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.
A placeholder ring
Temporary meaning
I vow in-between.

Hold my spot
Til better comes along

Who is going to tie the knot.

A lady in waiting,
Eternity does not come easily
Or swiftly.

One who seeks a definite answer
Needs patience indefinitely.

Does Mr. Right
Promise all the right things
Right now,
Enough to keep me hungry?

A short-term solution
When I dream of a
Permanent situation

A preview of what is real
All I see
Is intention to commit,

When does forever start
If not today?
Nicole Bataclan Sep 2017
We take a break from work
From life; and fights
People we avoid
People we adore
One and the same
When the head has already left.

Amongst strangers
Widened horizons
On a rooftop somewhere
Playing djembe in the middle of nowhere
Far from everything
Suddenly it hits

Less or more,
Who am I
Without my focal points?

I will be richer
In memories
Come back tanned,
Stuffed and happy
The routine continued just fine
Without me.

Those I avoid
Those I adore
Sitting at work,
My life; and fights
One and the same
Once the heart is back in the apartment.

When we look forward to
Do we leave it all
Wherever we go?

Looking back
Did I not take it all
Wherever I strolled?
Nicole Bataclan May 2018
The wipes do not work
My eyeliner, smudged;
Words at war
Words when calm.

The Einstein hair
Bad morning breath;
A shadow of a smile
You standing against the light.

Ravaged by tragedy
Fresh bread from the bakery;
I lean in
For my forehead kiss.

Last night at war
The morning calm
–  Coffee is ready
Did you sleep on it?
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.
Nicole Bataclan Jul 2013
It is the bridge
Between
Now and forever
The bridge of fear
And are we crossing over?
It is the bridge between
Possibility and doubt
Will we stay stuck
Or are we willing to try?
It is the bridge between
Who we are and
What we could be
Will the distance
Abide
Or will it be us
Eventually?
Are we ready
To venture
Cross this bridge
To our future?
Hold me tight
Let us take a chance
And bridge the gap
I am inclined
If you are
To cross the bridge
That leads to
You and I.
Nicole Bataclan Jun 2013
I dreamt of broken glass
A paper thin cut
And a bleeding heart
It pains to endure
An imaginary wound
I stay sound asleep
But the torment is real

I sense a kiss
On my cheek
Am I dreaming
Or is this really happening
I cannot tell
The difference
Whether
My eyes are kept shut
Or I am here to wake up

I squeeze my soul
Then, I am sure
I am dreaming
Reality
And I am realizing
This exquisite dream

Everything is quiet
My heart is playing
Music

For once
I am synchronized
A rarity I highly prize
Your soft kiss
On my cheek
Suddenly a potential
Of gluing back
This broken piece.
Nicole Bataclan Dec 2014
The Christmas lights are up
I am in the mood,
Alright.
Have they always
Twinkled like that
Or do they
Because it parallels
My own delight.

They are the same

While my eagerness
To stop,
Observe and smile
Has me burning
On the inside.
Under pressure I am
A snowball
Of anger
Outbursts
Often
Out of control

I am the same

But the difference
This year
I forgive myself
Like others
In the long stretch
In my lasting search
Of what matters

And I have you
As seed
To my everyday glee.

It is Christmas time
The lights are up
This time, I am looking up.
Nicole Bataclan Oct 2013
Now is
Not the time
Nor the place
To feel
What I buried
Come back
To the surface
Months spent
Coping
And perhaps I am
Avoiding
But what I
Endure
What am I
To do
When I face
The past
In the present
Here I am
Going on
Trying to
Make sense
Of what was
In the  end
Solely
A coincidence.
Nicole Bataclan Jun 2013
Propelled to
Another time

Sparked off

By a sound
The song
Played
In the background

Stirred up
Shadows
Digging up
Old photos

A whiff of perfume
Sends
My memories
In fume

Swallowing
Moments past
Each time
I taste that pie

Another pats me
The same way
Calling to mind
What you used to say;

Some things
Become off limits
Affluent in
Stories
Spots in the
Ordinary
Transformed
Into
A minefield

Memories have
A way to ****
The present day
Dragged downhill

Then at times
I wonder
Why things I love
Are marred

Not everywhere
You left a mark
It is I that
Allowed you
To linger
In my light

Connecting dots
When there are none
Connecting dots
That do not belong

I cease to be
Far-fetched
Some settings
Are not affixed

Here I am
Once again
In front of
The same same

But I beam

For the best
Way to get rid of
Memories
Is to create
New ones

That only I
Get to freeze.
Nicole Bataclan May 2013
In a world
That constantly
Changes
A snap of a finger
And it is
Winter all over again
When supposedly, spring
Has already come in
There are
These
Mood swings
Without warning
Often
Bad news
Depending
And once
What you thought
Was sure
All of a sudden
Alters
Allure.

But if you are
Lucky enough
To find
This passion
That lasts for life
A fixed appetite
When there is
No cloud
In the sky
A special device
That gets you
Through
The tough
Loyal at all times
The kind of love
That never declines;

For me
It is
Electronic music
My savior
If there is a need
My fervor
When there is no need

And lifelong
I will be
Dancing
To its beat.

You are
The constant
I can count on
No matter
The situation

From you
I will never part
Techno will always have
My heart.
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.
Nicole Bataclan Feb 2019
Do not take it too seriously,
Following a recipe to a tee

Unless you are making
Cupcakes,
No need to fake it
‘Til you make it,
It is a sweet life
You are baking.

A creature of the moment
A pinch of salt
Is the secret

Your concoction
Puffs up in the oven —

The frosting,

Make it
‘Til you become it.
Nicole Bataclan May 2014
Dance
Like you do not have a care
In the world
Dance
Like it is the only thing you care about
In this world
Of all ages
From many
Different places
We come together
Just for you
We become one
Tonight
For this music
We all love
To pursue
We are Generation Sven
You create the magic
And we are here
To dance.
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.
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.
Nicole Bataclan Jun 2014
I had been assured
God had a shrewd way
Of testing the sour
That paths would continue to cross
'Til I was able at last
To resolve
The implicit matters
Between us.
Time had passed
-- But
Time between goodbye
And the heart that says
Bon voyage
A second is eternal
I would wake up in the morning
Better each day
Though still in mourning.
I was holding onto nothing
Kept replaying the last thing
It was clear in my head
But when I saw you
What I felt
More shock
Than what I thought
was left.
Maybe I had to see you
This last time
To ferret out
Why you were never
mine
I was glozing over
Excuses
I never got
When all along
It was I
Who could call the shots.
Maybe I had to see you
One last time
A proper goodbye
After the one
You were not able to
Provide
-- For me to identify
And I was certain
I could never live
Without your shadow.
God made me take this detour
However I was now sure
It was the right path
For me to come out
Victorious.
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