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Nicole Bataclan Oct 2012
Some days are good
Some days are better
Here indulging for hours
In this heaven of food

Wine keeps pouring
Our words sweeten it
Pleasuring the spirit
Bothered by nothing

With every single sip
And mouthful delight
Renewing the relationship
Each time we take a bite

Some days we survive
Some days we twist the knife
At this table we will revive
The flavors of our love life.
Nicole Bataclan Apr 2013
Not everything
Has a reason
Not everything
Needs an
Explanation

Why mull over
Analyze over and over
When possibly
Things really do
Just happen
With conclusively
Nothing further

Not a wandering mind
Not a wondering heart
That has to examine
In pursuit of
Meaning.

Then take them
As they come
Empty words
With no substance

But
Listen carefully
I will say it only once
The truth in its entity

Things do not
Just happen
For us
For the idea
Of us
Is still bound
To the past
Whether
We want it
Or not

So if there is no essence
In our messages

Do not bother
Showing up
If there is not
The slightest hint
That there is
A comeback.
Nicole Bataclan Jun 2014
Flipping
Through my pages
Looking into
Previous phases

Most of them
Done
A few
I saw
Still
Blank
And in the middle
How I had forgotten
That in those
Pages
I had scribbled.

Confused
Because
Rest assured
I myself
Utterly unsure

Why would I keep
Drafts
Were they all in fact
daft?

Then
I grappled
All of a sudden
I remembered

Did not leave
More feelings
On the page
To lessen the pain
That had me writing
In the first place.

Time had elapsed
And sometimes, I relapse.

Divided
Because
It was noted
Pulled from
Opposite corners
I was undecided

What is a piece
Without its end
Will I find peace
If I write the end

Time had elapsed
And sometimes, I relapse;

Should I
Work on the old
Or learn to
Let go.
Nicole Bataclan Oct 2014
I got drunk on life
This time, like every time
The old trick works on me
I am just happy enough
Until I have had one too many

Then everything is buzzing
Fuzzy thoughts and accurate feelings

I carry on
As if my gut still permits it
Before promising, I learned my lesson
From overindulging.

This time, I will be more vigilant
Life tastes delicious;
But I should sip gently
Unless it is yet another hungover
From decisions I could regret long after

Then everything is buzzing
Accurate thoughts and fuzzy feelings

Drink moderately, or else I will be
Easily intoxicated
On this plethora of life experience
This time, I shall only get a little tipsy.
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
Nicole Bataclan Jun 2014
Maybe she loves too easily
Yet she means it when she says it
Her heart on the table
For the person to devour it.

Maybe she loves too easily
She should see how things will evolve
Before flying, one has to first learn
How to crawl.

Maybe she gives herself entirely
That she should protect herself
So she will not be deceived
So briskly.

Maybe she gives herself entirely
And she should not unless she wants
To slowly sparge the pieces
Of yet another shattered heart.


    She gives her love too easily
    But when the ones she adores
    make it worth it
    It overrules
    All other times
    She ended up sobbing like a fool
    The only way to live
    To give is to receive
    She chooses easily
    Over carefully,
    Her heart
    For the taking.
Nicole Bataclan Jan 2016
I like things
That do not belong
Mislaid, lost
Dropped, thrown
How do they end up in my frame
How come I keep on noticing.

I am attracted to things
That do not quite seem to fit
Subtly ruining it;
A smudge, a note
A love
Unwritten in the stars.

A weakness
For displaced happiness
Somewhere I never intended;
Maybe,
My love,
I misplace my heart in the right spot.
Nicole Bataclan Nov 2013
I cannot write anymore
The music I hear
Is the one they play
In elevators;
The one they believe
That makes slow steps go faster
The one they pretend
Will make a broken heart
More bearable.

I would rather listen to
A voice that has the courage to
Say something that is sincere
The thing that would validate
Even just one of my tears

That what I have to brave through
Somehow is still worth
Me writing
The end of the book

Because at one point in time
Your eyes met mine
And not acknowledging a goodbye
I cannot help but hum
What a coward way to go out.
Nicole Bataclan Jul 2013
Every four months
Of my life
I am reminded
That  you are not
In my life
A change in the wind
A blinding sky
Coffee that tastes bad
Here I am about to cry
And that every day
I still think of you that way
It burns inside
And I am cold with pride
Because
Only one
Sets my heart
On ice and fire
I walk alone
And like Amy said,
Tears will dry on their own.
Nicole Bataclan Jun 2013
It may be in the beat

Here I am thrumming
As I concentrate on
The lyrics

Grinning and
Almost convinced

Artists were thinking
of us while writing.

It is more than those
Love declarations

It is also the ones
With a message that
Is not dead on

I have the microphone
Hitting every note

Where I am punching
The air

I do not turn a hair
When that is all
I ought to do
Sing along
And dance moves
I want to share.

I have a playlist
All day long
Volume louder
Earphones on

Music is
The mediator
Between my heart
And yours;

Every song I hear
I think of you

Not just love songs
Not pop, jazz,
Rap nor techno

Every song
I think of you
Every song is
About you

You are
Every genre
You are my
Favorite
Song.
Nicole Bataclan Feb 2019
I will order
Those extra fries
Like the best things
In life

One is never enough.

If everything
We have been through
Did not put a halt —
A story
We keep coming back to

Are we moving forward
Or am I in love
With a bookmark?
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.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2018
Close
But not intimate;
Friends
Without benefits;

Love of my life
How do you stay
In my life.

We snap a picture
Immediately
Look for the best filter.

Lovers to friends
A relationship on diet.

Lovers to friends
Pillow talk outside the bed.
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.
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 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 Feb 2021
Wrapped in love
Changes one.

Whether it is for the better,
I know not.

Hard to believe
In easy love

When emotional scars
Still cloud the mind.

Wrapped in your arms
Feedback that binds.

Easy to believe
In compromise.

I am changing,
I know that now.

Do not throw in the towel,
I will gladly fold mine.
Nicole Bataclan Apr 2017
If he really loved you...
If he really loved me, what?
I suffer from Fernweh constantly,
Which horribly translates to wanderlust in English
Read the irony;
Still, I am traveling.
His blue eyes gallivant for a split second,
Sensible to where his mind escapes to,
I let him.
I go fetch him water
He sneaks up from behind
Never turning around,
He sees my soul full frontal.
If he really loved you...
If I really loved him, I know
What works

He is foreign land,
And I do not own a map.
Love travel relationship own rules normal norms lust husband wanderlust foreign land traveling norm us against the world
Nicole Bataclan Nov 2016
Today, I am saying yes
Today, I am saying I will
Today, All that I ever was
I am taking along with us.

I will bring home dessert
Even when you do not ask me
I will tell you the story
When you are not sharing it with me.

In the morning, I will continue talking
Even if you do not answer
Until you have had your coffee;
And in the evening, so tired,
You will hug me
While I am already sleeping.

It is not a lifetime I promise
But a routine we will cherish
It is not a lifetime I promise
But a routine we both wish

I will take your quirks and talents
I will embrace your light and darkness

Today I am saying yes
To the past, to now,
To our future, I vow.

I will not love you til the day I die
I will love you every day we live our lives.

Today we say we do
Today we say forever;
And I am yours,
Just the same, a little more each day;
Long after.
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
Nicole Bataclan Feb 2016
For glory

I am writing
For glory

I am lighting
This cigarette
For I deserve it
I am having
This cigarette
Because I am
No longer addicted

I am writing
For glory, my own
For once
I am stoked

I am hardest
On myself
My greatest critic
Is always editing

A sweet moment
To be content
Enjoy, my friend,

Glory is also
Being able to praise oneself.
Nicole Bataclan May 2017
Sun kissed,
The warm wind skating on my skin
One hand on the shoulder,

The other one holding on tight to this moment.

A day for the books,
In mine nonetheless

Our past months rumbling in my helmet,
Taking me on this ride to where we are heading.

I close my eyes to see

Right here, I am free.
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?
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.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2017
Half a life
Half a love
Undivided submission;

Half-hearted
I am utterly devoted
To lesser moments.

Between the sheets
The mind drifts
In search of atonement;

Part-time wrong
Entirely yours
An inevitable outcome.

It is living half a life
Accepting half love
Full-time;

My light,
Take me out of the dark

The courage within to say goodbye.
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?
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.
Nicole Bataclan Nov 2014
Were you there
When I fell
A broken bone
And I would not
Crawl out of my shell

Were you there
When I climbed to the top
Eyes teared up
And my pride
Overflowing the cup

Were you there
When I had nothing to share
Not to mark
Victorious days
Nor forget days that drained

Weren't you here
Only when it suited you
Done being busy
To squeeze in
A thought or two

I do not depend on
Just want to count on
Your presence
Here and there
A mate that actually cares

I am here
And I would stay there
Time flies
But days will drag
If you are one.
Nicole Bataclan Nov 2012
Hold my hand
Show me the way
Through the crowd
And right to your cloud

A labyrinth of people
An army of obstacles
I cannot advance
Unless I follow your glance

Do not let me go
Nor break the flow
My heart is on my sleeve
That your fingertips perceive

One thing leads to another
And we will not tumble over
As long as we hang on to
The paradise that guides us two.
Nicole Bataclan Apr 2014
As I lay beside you
Already sound asleep;
Press my hand against your back
I can feel every heartbeat.

Had been longing so long;
I have finally made it home
Somewhere my head is at ease
In your house, all is quiet and calm.

I have heard the noises of the world
Lucky to see countries I did not even dream of;
Each leaving an indelible print,
God blessed me with more than I deserve.


For this reason alone, I never forget
The place where the journey began
I am one that will follow the sun
But wherever I go, I remember where I am from.

I make it a point to return to you;
And what I learn in our time apart
Means the world only once I am back,
For home to me will always be your heart.
Nicole Bataclan Sep 2012
Autumn has a way
Of slowly creeping in
Though summer days
Are far from being over.
There is that turning point
Wearing a jacket off season
Cozying up around the fire
When the sky has become so low.
Seasons are already changing
Not ever having set a date
It is a dawdling process
But no one wishes to notice.
               What a strange sensation
Like opening a door
That was never really closed
The beginning of something
That should not have even started again.
Hot like fire,
Cold as ice

If stares could ****
My feelings would freeze.

He ignites
Light in my eyes,
Sends shiver
Down my spine.

I jump in the shower,
Burn with vigour
To cool my temper.

Extremes,
I am always at extremes,

It is either, or

I gauge for
Equilibrium.
Nicole Bataclan Dec 2015
How long is now
This moment
Will last a lifetime

How long is now
My body endures the hours

But my mind took a halt

As soon as I entered the hall
I stopped minding the clock.

I shut my eyes
The goosebumps never lie

I awake in paradise
The soul dancing to the bass.

I lose myself
As much as find



Exactly who I am.

The music becomes
My second skin
I look around and
You too, have the same discipline

How long is now

We are infinite in this crowd

Then, I will remember your smile
Your heart sounds just like mine in Berghain.
Nicole Bataclan May 2013
Each time we hug
It is the moment
I unplug

At times
From life's
Harsh realities

Most times
Toasting to life's
Long-lasting
Delicacies.

I can still recall
The first time we met
Not yet recognizing
It was going to set

This journey
We have been sharing
Creating our own kind
First-class experiences
In the routine.

We dance and have coffee
Talk future and memories
Building
Brick by brick
The most precious

Skyscraper of friendship.

Each time we hug
We are honest at heart

Whether we are
Bursting out
With laughter
Or the hours we are
Caught in a sob.

My life is living it all with you

The hurt, the pain
The best, the great

There are not enough
Thank you's
To show my gratitude
But I hope you know

Each time we hug
It is me also exhibiting

I love you.
Nicole Bataclan May 2014
In my mind
I go round in round
Bathing in fire
My heart for you never tires.
If
Nicole Bataclan Jun 2013
If
If it had never happened
Would I have eventually
Ended up here?
A safe haven
Daydream feelings
Knowing exactly who I am
And where I am going

Encircled by the people
I cannot go on a day
Without thinking about;
Living in a city
I adorn and that I
Will not ever leave behind

Weary of explaining myself
I still work on embracing myself
The journey I have set in
Losing it, finding it,
Exploring still, my inkling

Never losing, always winning

If it never happened
My writing would be different
But as of now
Every tingling in my body says
Me, myself and I are happy
Maybe things happen, unluckily
Yet I learned to make the things
I want
Happen eventually.
Nicole Bataclan Feb 2016
I feel at home on the road
After a few days
I already feel that I belong.
I mesh with the crowd
Even when I stand out,
I will observe from the corner
Then I will stand with you
At the centre.
It sinks in;
Your beauty
Your habits
I emerge richer
Because of our differences
In culture.

I am at home on the road
I bring my dreams and memories along.
A moment
Between you and me
A little piece of life
The cyan blue in my mosaic;
I will always understand
Though language is not even
A common ground.
I have gone this far
And still,
All is familiar;
Because at times, new friend
Home is a state of mind.
Nicole Bataclan May 2016
It works that way
I cannot write about someone
Unless I have felt a certain way
Unless there it is
The potential
I can no longer be without them.

I let time pass
Which I never do
Once I am inspired
I will write on the spot
Under any circumstance

On my brown skin with a marker
On the back of this flyer
Even on the magazine cover
That belongs to the hair parlor.

I think of you fondly
But my wont to write
Never comes out ardently
The paper still blank
Though I let months turn things around.

Writing is my sole indicator
If not on paper,
It will not last in time either.
Nicole Bataclan Jun 2013
I listen to my mother
Because she knows me
Better than
I will ever know myself
She will describe how I feel
No matter what situation
I am in
She reads me
Without ever
Misinterpreting
She senses what is best
Because my fleeing heart
Was always hers to protect
Now she listens to me
I have come to an age
Where my words are
An extension of her script
Tables are not turned
But I am her mirror
And I want her to treasure
That all I have done
Is for her
I listen to her, my mother
And she listens to my word
My sun and moon,
Our beating hearts
Yesterday and
Evermore in tune.
Nicole Bataclan Jan 2017
I'm fine
When I am
I'm fine
When I am not
I'm fine
Whenever I am asked.

I am tormented
On the brink of madness
If I go through
Yet another sleepless night
Whenever I am asked,
I'm fine.

We talk more
Smile and joke
They are
The wrong words.

I am worried
Ashamed of breaking
I am crying for help
I will say
I'm fine
Instead.

I'm fine
When I am
I'm fine
When I am not
I'm fine
When I am everything but.

The biggest lie
The truth behind
Listen,
I am not.
Nicole Bataclan May 2014
The ink you have seen
My love for you
Rooted
Deep under my skin
There you remain
For always
I will be willing
To suffer

A temporary pain
For a permanent friend.
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.
Nicole Bataclan Oct 2015
Eyes do not meet
But I still see
Lips are sealed
But still I speak.

I listen to
Your quiet voice
And I inhale
Your scent long gone.

I pray for you
Each night I do
I cannot touch you
But I am holding you.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2013
It is yesterday
That carves today
It is yesterday
That molds this way

How we get to feel
Decided upon
How the past is sealed

If we get to release
Solely hinges on
This former piece.


It is yesterday
That guides the present
It is yesterday
That steers this engine

Never was it the question
Whether or not
We shall abandon

The only concern
Is whether or not
We can change our opinion.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2017
I will **** you with a metaphor
My feelings censored
Behind beautiful words.

I dare not say it to your face
The euphemism
When I am burning with anger.

Toying with the void
Here I concoct
The right expression;

My sweet weapon
Retort with an oxymoron.

Then nothing; no paradox or pun
I am even at a loss for a rhyme.

For when our eyes meet
It is poetry I read,
Without a word
We say it all.
Nicole Bataclan Sep 2012
And all of a sudden
I am twenty-two again
Transported to a time
When I had no idea
What I was doing
Incessantly figuring out
Where my life was going.
In that state of in-between
It was only in the time being
Prompt to recreate
Get myself to think straight
And once I was ready
I would leave this phase
Desist from meandering
Find a way back to the race.
Never would I have imagined
Just like that
A mundane monday night
The second I caught you
You glancing at me
I knew on the spot
That nothing will ever be
The same again for me.
Complex enough as it were
You had to mess with my scheme
Had to worm your way into
My heart, thinking for two.
Long I had thought
How jarring it was
The worst timing of all
A year to take care of myself
And I did not comprehend
How any of this could help.
But that special spot you held
Now looking back
In hindsight
Glad I took the chance
You were probably the best thing
That could ever happen
You loved me at my worst
Already then saw in me
What I always wanted to be.
Fast-forward to the present
Five years later
Five years of rigor
Meanwhile
Creating the me
The one you were certain
I was one day going to be
Now on other sides
Living parallel lives
Just like that, life happens
Another one is your wife.
But there are occasions
The present is put on pause
Just like that
The past is back on track
Neither bitter nor morose
Just a star in the cosmos.
In love there is no timing
It is a plan of no free will
A moment never-ending
We shared nothing but the truth
We came to love each other
Like we were destined
To shortly change one another.
Today I am just relieved
To know that I also meant
Something to you
That at one point in time
I was also everything to you.
It is only after
Once the story is over
That you figure out
All absolute things
Anything in life at all
Has its reasons
Because it takes only a second
Just like that, that life happens
And the gratitude
That it even happened at all.
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.
Nicole Bataclan Jul 2021
I see my book on your shelf
And yours on mine,

I would take our afterthoughts
And turn them into rhyme.

Every love story starts with
A blank page.
Take note,

People still write letters
Left for others to quote.

Each day with you
Leaves a poet at a loss for words.

I love you, Darragh.

A time for us,

A private bookcase
Sealed with kisses.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2013
There comes a time
We should move past
Talking idly
About weather
Headlines and topics
Which are popular

Has it come to that point
We could let our guard down
Opening a window
Earning a glimpse at the soul
Discovering sides
That are more personal

That line disappears
Between the secured sphere
And everything that is deep

Now we scrutinize
What ticks you off
How you get to love
And we assure
Whether we get along
In the outside world

We are all acquaintances
Tested to be a confident
And true to form
Not all deserve
Sincere attachement

But unless we take
That step
That moment in time
Specific without end
From being a contact
To becoming a friend
That is all we will ever be
Weather, the trivial
And anything that is proper.
Nicole Bataclan Jun 2013
You say one thing
But mean another
I feign a nod
Because I know
What you aspire

You keep by the rules
I use all the right tools
We play it carefully
Though we already
Share this affinity

We do not have
To pretend
By now
We are on the same
Wavelength

We say one thing
But we mean another
Such a farce
Because we both know
We are untruthful

However
The beauty of
This deceit
Is that we are
Aware
Of the truth
Behind it

It is a lie
That we need not
Demystify
The truth about
You and I
Being coy is that
You are crazy
About me
And the other way
Around

We say one thing
But our eyes intend
Another

And the heavenly feeling

If
We are both liars;
The two of us
Telling the same fib
To one another
Then quite frankly,
At the core of the
Conversation
Were we not telling
The truth
All along?
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