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Nik Bland Mar 2014
If they be dreamers with the world on their backs
Let them be picked up from the dust of despair
On the steam and the grime of the machines of invention
On the sweat and the toil of men and women alike
On the laughter and smiles of the child and childish
Let them paint such futures that can be imagined

If they be dreamers who see sun in the grey
Let them nourish the crops that need such light
May they ignite such passion with unmatched fire
May they shine in the dark amidst the hopeless
May they reflect their light to ward those from danger
A lighthouse atop a lone hill to show the way

If they be dreamers whose minds race ever fervent
Let them race with the speed of a shout
Let their feet never stumble or tarry from their path
Let their footprints guide those who wish to run
Let them live in a legacy composed within an idea
And let dreams carry on and give life to the world
Nik Bland Oct 2014
If she never spoke to me
If she never wrote for me
If she never lied with me
Then she wouldn't have to cry for me

Her tears would never touch the sheets
If I and her had ceased to meet
And she would land just on her feet
With dry eyes and a smile

If she had never slept with me
Then maybe life would let her be
So resemblance of the the word "happy"
With another who'd make her smile

If she hadn't made a home with me
If she wasn't alone with me
If she'd hung up the phone with me
Then I would be alone, but maybe that was meant to be
Nik Bland May 2013
Echo-cho-choes bounces off my wall
Of my mind and ring through my mouth
In stereo I find I try
To convey what I'm speaking about
Let it out it says in perfect pitch
To my inner ear so no one hears
You've got something to say, then say it
Don't go out like a *****

And I stand upon my soap box
As I point you out in the crowd
Stranger I've never seen before
I hope you read this nice and loud
In reading this, you owe me a smile
A hug, a handshake, or a kiss
I'm the lover that went unsung
And so I'm writing this
Nik Bland Dec 2012
There is water seperating us , love, in the form of vast oceans and seas
And so as I stand here the sun rises and makes an offer to me
An offer to keep the lovely girl and the smile upon her face
It offers me the gift of it's rays pouring down and feeling like my embrace

I inquire the sun asking why would it give me such a precious thing
A humble man whose heart is weak and has nothing else to bring
And it answers me by saying, "Dear sir, that lady shines brighter than I"
"And I would give my place in the heavens to keep the tears from her eyes"

I look, I smile, and shed a tear, not knowing what to say
Remembering the heartache that came with missing her each day
The girl with a smile upon her face who shines brighter than all
Who my heart belongs to throughout mankind's rise and fall

But in distress, I begged the sun, "Please stay throughout the night"
"For the setting sun will bring painful slumber since I'm not there to hold her tight"
And the sun calmly said, "Fear not, dear sir, for I am what lights the moon"
"And in it's silent glow she will therefore know that you are coming soon"

I look, I smile, and shed a tear, thanking the sun from my soul
Knowing that he will hold her for me when things are beyond my control
For the sun does shine ever vigilant and will do so far beyond man's reign
In this do I find comfort knowing she will smile again

And so hear I stand beyond her reach, beyond this horizon of blue
Praying that the sun keeps his promise and praying I might return to you
And if a tear may begin to fall upon your lovely face
Walk outside, dearest lovely girl, and feel with the sun my embrace
Nik Bland Jul 2018
Break this heart of solid stone
Collect these old scattered bones
Warm up what was dead and cold
Then leave it all alone

A hope arising from a glance
A breath that hints at half a chance
A foreign and off-kilter dance
A tear, fear, and sharpened lance
Nik Bland Nov 2013
Foreign stars take shape of passing cars
From my window where I are
I mean, where I am

And tapping rain grazes my window pain
At 3 a.m. I'm awake again
Alone

Close my eyes and ears to make my room disappear
To make-believe you are here
Whoever you are

Open them to find out I'm hear again
Reality composed of brain stems
In a daze

And alone I'm me more so than I want to be
And you make that cease to be
How? I don't know

And you are gone but I have yet to move on
And the lone wolf has seen the dawn
Yet I'm still here...

I'm still me...
Nik Bland Jun 2016
If I found you and you were sinking
Miles and miles of sorrow, drinking
Falling deeper, seeing darker
Past the red, the mile marker
Down into yourself it seemed
Faded glory, haunting dream
Yet there you were on solid ground
Feet steadfast, heart sinking down
My hand outstretched to you to say
I am here and it's okay
But whispers overcrowd your ears
Anger, remorse, horror, fear
And there you sink, lungs filled with sand
No breath to take, none understand
Nik Bland Jun 2013
Paint me a world in the eyes of a child who finds refuge deep in my arms
In them let me see the best pieces of me, let life bring them no harm
Let love be in their life and let their lives be in love from sunset to sunrise
Give me a glimpse into a love encapsulated within their eyes

Catering the soul of this penniless pauper is the gentlest of hands
Words sweetly singing a symphony of love that echo for all to understand
Branded are in ways so pure, long lost to the sand of time
All this for me to feel as that child places their hand in mine
Nik Bland Jun 2015
Sudden chance of rain, she says
And things come pouring back
To this echoing cavern
Flooded from clouds of black

And here we are again, I think
A drowning man inside
With the unrequited unsatiated
A love that's undefined
Nik Bland Jan 2013
I must look at myself and question the things I do
For I find though time has taught against it I am still drawn to you
With you it seems the thunder roars before the lightning strikes
And deep inside though the sun may rise I know it's an omen of night
For you must see what you've done to me, my ever vigilant addiction
You have made this humble thing called love into a cancerous infliction
The passion may out weigh the punishment now, but that will pass
But most assuredly I'll step on the shards that made this heart of glass
For you, dear lover, dear treasure, dear passion, are poison to my tongue
A gas that seeps inward and seems to destroy me lungs
And I am your addict, your puppet, your fool, a conundrum for the world to see
And when fingers start pointing at the one to blame, I'll find all point to me
So I will continue on ******* your venomous lies
Until I find my heart and mind wish for you to be the one who cries
With that I will take the glue and piece back my happy day
Praying that although I long for you, this time I'll stay
Nik Bland Sep 2013
Hello, sweet dream
I am calling
Falling as the sun in autumn
Here I'm standing
Softly handling
Things that fall all the way straight to the bottom
Watching, waiting
Contemplating
Brain just straining to figure out why
Alone, silent
Wrestling, violent
With words from my mouth that float to the sky
Catch them, write down
Things that I've found
Float on the sounds of my thinking
Don't say adieu
Company, I've found you
In these words, the little inklings
Nik Bland Jan 2013
In memory of me
The dying thing called me
Wandering the world in utter distess

I ask that if I fall
You do not step on me
For so many times it's happened, i confess

In memory of me
Who longs to cry but has no tears
Whose fears come to reality each day

I beg you to see me
For invisible I am still
And the memory of me is fading away
Nik Bland Sep 2020
Your voice was never mine in morning
You were a bird of later light
And you would smile
Each day
Each day
To say that you’re alright

You needed your coffee
To satiate your internal plight
As hungriness
Would sway
Would sway
Your mood ‘till your first bite

The crunch of butter covered toast
Your taste of the egg whites
You chose the yolks
To stay
To stay
Your breakfast at its height

You’d smile and say good morning
And there you were, my perfect wife
We’d go outside
Parkways
Beach days
Or an afternoon hike

It’s been a month and you’ve gone now
I dream of you at night
I think of you
Always
Always
As tears I consistently fight

I sleep inside our bedroom
I still whisper to you “Sleep tight”
You went in your sleep
No pain
No pain
After fighting with all your might

Your voice was never mine in morning
But you were my sun, so bright
And I find I miss
Your grace
Your face
Amidst the morning light
Nik Bland Dec 2012
She  was one who dreamed of dragons
Of towers
Of tyrants
Of kings
The angel whose only plea was for you not to clip her wings
And days
And page
And magical mage
Would go and their stories would ring
Until a whole world was made just for a girl
In the stories of dragon, damsels, and kings
Nik Bland Dec 2013
Where do stand on the issue at hand
And are you prepared to be branded a fool
For the clocking ever quickening is awfully sickening
When you find hypocritical rules
A choice gone unmade's like a sitting grenade
Some are winners and some lose a life
And whether you end with more foes or more friends
The key is to find yourself in the strife
Nik Bland Oct 2012
These days, they lose their potency
As love is lost to misery
And history has taught me
To just stop fighting it all

For letting go, it often seems
Is best to grow, to keep moving
Rather hiding in the lonely
Than to risk damage in the fall

And I ask for you to only
No chastise, but just let me be
And then maybe I'll find some peace
Inside my loneliness

But I most likely won't...
Nik Bland Aug 2013
I look into my mother eyes to see what she must see
And I am taken aback to see a part of me
I look into the mirror to see her chocolate skin
The dark and deepening brown eyes and the passion within

I look into my mother's heart and all I find is gold
A heart whose vigor never strays no matter how old
And I pray to follow those footsteps, to love so endlessly
For it's through my mother's golden heart God whispers to me

I wrap my hand 'round my mother's hand and feel her tightening grip
The one which acts as a net when on this tightrope of life I slip
And I see that she loves me and prays for me each and every night
Remembering the child she cradled in her arms, so tight

I look at my mother's hair, so neat, proper, and prim
Only to see the grey strands the hide deep within
And I am reminded that my mother is human and no more
That she is getting older, the woman I adore

And so I kiss my mother's cheek to see her serene smile
To let her know that she's done well in raising this foolish child
And with my ear pressed to the door, I hear her prayers to the Savior
So before I lie my head to sleep, I remember to return the favor
Nik Bland Jan 2015
I shot my bullets in the sky
I unloaded my gun
They touched her face and lead, she cried
Until the day was done
Soaked was I with her tears
From anguish came agony
I shot my bullets in the sky
And the sky fell down on me
Nik Bland Jun 2018
Did the thoughts inside your head
Compose all of the tears you shed
So much so that your daily bread
Seems soggy and you unnourished

Do sacrifices you once made
Seem like the sins no one forgave
So that you can’t be saved
As you wallow in the day to day

Do storm clouds just exemplify
Your not wanting to see the sky
Because you know the tears you cry
Just mix in with the rain

It seems bleak in the all in all
But you will rise from every fall
A little stronger, heed the call
And know it’s not in vain
Nik Bland Mar 2018
Sometimes I type and late at night
I cannot feel my fingers
But there they are, words on the screen
Filling pages as my body lingers
My ceiling parts and I depart
As I gaze into space
But the stars are far too dull to see
So all I see are your eyes

I think my brain's running away
Hand in hand with my trailing heart
And ****** footprints float from empty caverns
Flowing into my art
And I find the ground long since gone
I am lost and at a loss
My memories no longer mine
Only picture books filled with you

So I sink deeper in the drink
So I float further than intended
Searching the ether for "je ne c'est qua"
Heart and mind long gone, soul unattended
I still can't feel my keyboard
Only the memory of the feel of your skin
My words reflecting all that compose me
And they all fall back to you
Nik Bland Nov 2012
Eyes that stare at me with such depth that I shudder when I look directly
Hair which curls around my finger and bounces simply perfectly
Giving me a preview of a sunrise that hasn't yet been seen
Gazing at darling Jenny and knowing only she does this to me

Watching the heavens with such wonder as she litters them with stars
Hoping that she sees me from palaces in clouds from afar
Yet holding her with such unwavering dedication and never letting go
Seeing my dear Jenny and feeling her love's glow

Hearing every whisper, every hark, and every secret breath
Binding a love that I know will not be abolished by this thing called death
Shining in a world where humdrum people flock in by the many
Loving her for all she's worth, wanting my dear Jenny

Jenny's hands are the only ones which soften my rugged fingers
Before and after she leaves the room I find her scent does linger
Her silouette is one I look for each time I enter the door
Hearing her soft footstepstouch the cool, wooden floor

I will keep my dearest Jenny for as long as long can last
Seeing the timeline in her eyes of both our future and our past
Knowing that we will be in a love with no questioning or regret
And lying with her as her eyes close in and under her eyelids are sunsets
Nik Bland Sep 2018
She left in June
Flew
As expected
But she was in my arms
Moments
Only thing I could count on
Because in her nature
As is nature
How could I expect
Even want
Something, someone
Her
To stay
Caged in kisses
Locked in embraces
Chained in the affections
Shackled by the addictions
Of one boy
Mascarading as a man

She was her own creature
A lioness in rabbit’s cloth
No ******* around
Light on her feet
Freely does she run
But she never runs away
She just leaves
As expected
Brightest day turn darkest light
And I
I choose to remember the stars
For even though she leaves
Arms empty, hearts gaping
Eyes wanting, hands shaking
Knees weak, minds struck
She leaves
Moments
Embodied in stars
And I count on each one
As I count each one
As I account each one
And each one
Stays
Nik Bland Feb 2018
You don’t have to call me home, my love
Just call me, my dear
For it has been too long, too long
And your voice I long to hear

For days have gone like sands in wind
And autumn’s end shook the leaves
Your lips I can see so vividly
But not a word they’ve breathed
Nik Bland Sep 2012
She tells me of the loves she's found
She tells of the loves she's lost
And I linger to fix her broken wings
At, I wonder, what cost
So that she might go out with confidence
To find heartbreak again
It matters not, I've not forgot
That I am still her friend
That I am still her leaning post
That I am her safety net
Each night she goes whilst I stay
And each day she pours her regrets
Into my brain, Into my soul
So I might empathize
And I sit there stroking her hair
And what she doesn't realize
Is that I know her favorite color is yellow
That her favorite song is "Almost Lover"
That she went through a pregnancy scare
And a fight with her dad from which she'll never recover
That she giggles without fail whenever someone say "flabberghasted"
And I know that she's had only five boyfriends
None of which that have lasted
I know she sings inside the shower
Even though she may deny it
I know she snores and drools on her pillow
And that she prays someday Krispy Kreme doughnuts will come diet
I know that she cries whenever she thinks too much
That she looks forward to marriage
The feeling of her husband's touch
And  someday a baby in a carriage
And I know more than most about this girl
The one with her head on my lap
The one who's silent every time she cries
Yet is snorting every time she laughs
But here I sit with her alone
Barred from going any farther than friend
The girl whose afraid to lose me
Who torments me without end
The one who hinders my love for her
And therefore invokes my selfishness
Running on my brain in steel cletes
While I feign happiness
So pause time
Because my words for her are unheard and few
A chance is all I'd ask of her to show both my love and dedication are true
And yet she stands in fear of not losing me
But of getting in the deep end of the pool
And thus lies the complex irony
And why in life I play the fool
For I am the love of her life that has been there
And in heartbreak or joy, I'm all in
Yet because of fear I stay a friend
Ending where love should begin
Nik Bland Feb 2019
Hello
Hi
I know
It’s me again
Sans the smoke and mirrors
Away from spaces in my head

And again and head don’t rhyme
But I didn’t need to say that
My self analyzing ways
Were in a haze
But made their way back

And I’d be impressed with myself
If there was some sense of pride in me
For each time
I grab said prize
It forces insides outside of me

And rhyming me with me?
Come on, man, that was simply lazy
Hazy
Crazy
Amazing
Maybe
No, you’ve got it, baby

Use it to the maximum
Forget minimally
But what if
Amidst these rhyming riffs
They see the real me

Do they see the real me?
There’s not a chance
It’s blasphemy
Because my armor, then would be
A holy one... almost gaping

People often ask me what my poetry’s about
They point like
“Oh?”
And I’m like
“No”
And they just question
As words pour out
And they move and they burn
And they twist
And I’ve learned
Not matter which way they’re turned
They’re about things that don’t last

They’re about loves torn asunder
About fires, rain, and thunder
Like that song
By Stevie Wonder
They’re the “Joy Inside My Tears”

And they lower and boost my fears
With all of their rusted gears
So I feel movement
A shift I hear
And yet I find it just still
Here

Hello
Hi
I know
It’s me again
This same ******* rut
That undercuts
These roots from sinking in

And the smoke and mirrors
The music
The light show they all go dim
I throw them to the floor
And the mirrors
Show me him
And he is me
But who am I
And...

...I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to shout
The truth is I’m not sure who my poems are about
They always hold some part of me
Hoping, despairing, living, dying
Some are etched
In stone-thrown rage
And some just leave me crying

Potential wins and consistent loss
They’re what fill my pen
Some acknowledgement to
A God who is always good
But a world that’s not my friend

And the struggle of my color
And the ripping of my heart
And the feebleness
Of my intellect
As I play this brief part
As I suffer
As I benefit
As I laugh
As I bleed

As I say hi
Hello
It’s me again
Just me
Nik Bland May 2013
Her heart stopped for a little while and I swore I heard her smile
As I spoke to her thousands of miles away
She told me of her smiles and frowns, brought me through her ups and downs
Bringing me right to here and up to date
Sitting, pondering such things as cheese *****, waterfalls, and angel wings
And I laid there in the dark, just listening
Hearing people pass her by, I watched her laugh and heard her cry
With truths and lies, like tears on her cheek, glistening
For her fibs lied in her saying that love was fluff, a made up thing
And she would not, could not see her in that light
But I knew more than she let on, the girl who knew those words were wrong
A romantic hiding in the dead of night
She knows who she is...
Nik Bland Apr 2013
Her lips pursed to the microphone and oh, what sounds escape them
A song ensues as the spotlight shines, a coal mine holding a gem
Her dress glitters with sequins red as she sways to the band
And I look upon her with heavy breath and sweaty, quivering hand

Her lips red and ever so graceful as the lyrics jump from her tongue
A sultry lullaby telling me of fantastic loves
And I see in her eyes a glint that is all her very own
Inside a smoky, crowded club and yet I feel we're all alone

I loosen my tie and take a swig of beer in anticipation
She looks at me and winks, therefore binding my inebriation
Her earrings hanging pearls that I'm sure match the smoothness of her skin
Blonde curls trickle down her shoulders with flowers neatly tucked in

And here I am, seated, for I don't think I could stand
As she sings and sways gently, the mic caressed in her hand
As she ends her song, the crowd erupts with my heart for this wonder of a dame
The spotlight fading as the announcer tells the world her name...

And I fall...
Inspired by a picture. Hope the person won't mind...
Nik Bland Jan 2020
It was a parting word
And a kiss on the cheek
That proceeded
To teach
That sometime we
Are only what we are right now
And not what we’re growing to be
And not what we’re capable of being
And never what we intend to be
And she was
Is, and always will be
Sorrowfully more to me
I’m basking in the misery
Of her effervescent glow
One that I’ll know but never truly know
I tell her I love her
And she tells me to go home
I’d say it’s the final blow
But I know better
I’ll be the faithful knight
And act as if I’m all put together
Because of all I’ve weathered
Because deep down I’m fettered
Holding the key that’s binding me
In hopes I’ll be freed by her
And it’s never that easy
I say how I feel
And cover it with something cheesy
To mask the bold taste
And what I intended it to be
Because I know she’d easily let go of me
Reaching for the next crevice on this cliff
As the rocks move earnestly
And maybe I should leave
And I tell myself I could leave
And I know that I have to leave
But every time she says she needs me
I believe
We all want to be needed and it can be our greatest attribute, but there are always those who we let take advantage simply because we want to be taken advantage  of. It’s all in hopes of something we’re not even sure we deserve...
Nik Bland Feb 2017
Woefully, Viola sings and beautiful are her cries
Calling lovers, come and gone, to flash before her eye
Shimmering upon the dust filled air, touching her gentle frame
Each a note of mournful bliss, each one known by name

Strong and clear does her sound ring in solitary company
Uncomparable and unconquerable, untamed in all heartstrings
Cascading in a sorrow that moves the soul to break
Viola bends and tells her story, what music it does make

Crimson is the sheen that covers every inch of her
Melody in tragedy deplicted in each word
Echoing through mind and body, Viola misses not a cue
Lovely, deeply, sensually, Viola calls to you
Nik Bland Jun 2018
If he broke you
I’d try to piece you back together
And you’d cut me
And I’d bleed
And then promise to try a little better

You are weathered
And a feather
Made of steely tears and lead
You are cursed
Because the worst
Place for you is in your head
Making you smile makes me smile
And we both haven’t in some time
It’s upsetting
Your sun setting
And me praying for sunrise

And I will hold your pieces tightly
Tighter still, bleeding no doubt
Till I find it’s lack of blood or tape
That make my heart give out
That’ll make my ears buzzy
Head fuzzy
Vision go askew
But if I die
It won’t be for lack of trying
It’ll be for bounties of you
Nik Bland Feb 2018
And in the eyes so lovely I see a shade of blue
That makes it so I find I stare when I dare to look at you
For mixed with green I see a hue I wish to always hold
In Montana skies lies lullabies lined with shade of gold

A newer sheen I've yet to find nor one that's so embracing
A wonder within a mystery with the beauty I'm facing
Smiling within layers so that nothing truly hides
And in that truth I find my world with Montana skies
Nik Bland Jun 2018
There are boxes of unopened letters
Some with return to sender
Yet I cannot surrender a single one
A single word
‘Cause though they’re glued
Though they’re sealed shut
They still come from you

And that’s enough to make the boxes
A treasure and a curse
My mind simply at a loss as I avoided it
At first
Then the emotions you bring up
Yes, you know the very ones
Were the unintentional letter opener
Before I knew the deed was done

There are boxes of opened letter
With some tears the have slightly rendered
Certain words unreadable
Words with the power to render
A world of world
Completely moot
You stole them all
And my heart too
Nik Bland Oct 2021
Dear you
Please do
Anything you
Feel you need to
Feel
Beautiful
Again

Lovely girl who
Outgrew
Those light up shoes
Grade school
You never
Stopped
Being
Nik Bland Oct 2018
Dear
Why are you here?
There is so much waiting for you
You’ve got the key, open the door
Tears
Fall upon deaf ears
They are not blind, I must remind you
They cry as well so they can’t find you
Will you
Hold back for now
Push the pain into a corner
Join the ones who seem much bolder
Hear
The mourning of the crowds
Find just one who desperately needs
And then proceed to turn the key
So they can be
And just maybe
Then you can be
Nik Bland Apr 2013
Here's a toast to the loser
The one who bought in too soon
Reaching for foreign promised stars
Crash landed on the moon
Standing distant in a puff of dust
Floating in his own head
Got up to fight another day
Some say he should have stayed in bed

Raise a drink to the loser
Sipping on bitter champagne
Room enough for all in a party of one
Expecting sun, getting rain
Wisdom on how to topple mountains
Only because he's fallen too many times
Raise a glass to the loser
Who is not if he strives to try
Nik Bland Oct 2018
I’m slowly losing hope in you
Possibly in humanity
And I might need to rethink my views
Or maybe my sanity
I’ve tried, applied, cried, and died
With more of the first in between the others
I build up visions and am finding they lied
And I’m left wond’ring if I’ll recover
I’m slowly losing hope in you
I’ve not falling, but it hurts to stand
As life steadily beats me black in blue
With my beating heart in your hands
And I’m tired. And I’m scared.
And I’m lacking from too many investments
And in waiting for you to be there
I’m succumbing to the elements

I’m slowly losing hope in you
Like shedding one tear each day
And as much as I want to leave you behind
I don’t want you to go away
It’s a syndrome, it’s a sickness
You’re my ailment and my cure
I am caught in this self placed thickness
With visions so obscured
And I am buried in 6 feet deep
Yet I can’t find the ground
The value’s there, the price is steep
And I fall to it without a sound
I’m slowly losing hope in you
I have not wandered, I have not strayed
Amidst the fervent treasonous cues
That cause the pouring of fermented rage

And I love you
But I’ll lose you
And I’ll suffer through and through
With soul and heart churning
First clenched up and burning
And my screaming for a simple cue
But I’ll stand there amidst tears, my love
Without a hint or a whisper of what to do
And you can see I’m fighting with all I’m made of
I haven’t lost hope...

...but I’m starting to...
Love *****... sometimes... most times... but there a few moments it adds up...
Nik Bland Aug 2019
He won a long time ago
Something I failed to see
And I lost what I never had
Foolish, persistent me

There was no contest
Yet the loss feels the same
A simple slip was all it took
And it’s an utter shame

And I’ll blame me though you will it not
These are how these things go
Three word meant you were lost to me
As the fight came down to blows

He won a long time ago
It was never up to me
You love was written, you heart was given
And it took up to now to concede
Nik Bland Oct 2012
I have not seen her eye, but I have seen her "I"
The smooth way she rhymes stops time, and gives me reasons why
And she would make me laugh so much, that I was close to tears
Even though her voice has yet to ever reach my ears

And I read her and her words and deep down she knows me
Though star-crossed lovers we are, I fell in love through poetry
It grew, it fluttered, it stuck, it stained, the words that made my eyes shine
In love I found myself and her poems served as her seductive paradigm

In awe I find myself in the strangest of situations
An undying devotion to the creator simply from her creation
For her words dictate her soul and her soul dictates her in all
Through words I find a unflinching love and in words I too, shall fall
Nik Bland Mar 2014
We stood not a chance when I asked you for a dance
We didn't know our hands would from then on stay entwined
If this corny song were to last all night long
I wouldn't care as long as your heart's close to mine
And if the dance were through then I would sing with you
Hand in hand to make sure this feeling doesn't end
And on and on we'd go as we'd sway to and fro
In a dream, in a wonder, time would transcend
Nik Bland Feb 2014
Standing here in the present of peers is "love"
The word
the knife
the fool
the deceiver
A tyrant filled to the brim with good intentions
Only to leave confusion and chaos in it's wake

The accused pleads no wrongdoings
But evidence proves otherwise
The dying heart
The unhearing ear
The voiceless pain
The witnesses to the marauder that disguises itself within a word

Here stands "love"
Charged with extortion
Robbery
Vandalism
Assault
Crimes of passion
But crimes nonetheless
Claiming it's victims with a poison in the thorns of a rose
The shiv made from a pen
Slicing through their better judgement and sanity

Here stands "love"
Barely containable
Roaring, foaming at the mouth
A twisted creature unrecognizable behind it's mask
A mask of a word that abounded in wonder and grace
That was ripped from it's seams in a world of horrors
Here stands "love"

We the jury find the defendant....
Nik Bland Dec 2012
Dear Lucy, I will paint a dream as best I can for you
Pick up a paintbrush so you, too, can help me make these skies of blue
Loosing the grip of a seemingly loveless reality
Killing you're hopeless mentality and reminding you of why to sing

Lucy, I will never give up on the rose in your cheeks
Each time you blush, I cannot speak because it's a sight I forever seek
Tasting all the colors that the easel offers you
Clearing microscopic views to show that love was made for you

Dreaming of leaving the past of dreadful things you've seen
Jumping the fence to grasses green and having picnics, you and me
Lucy, I have seen the golden crest of a sunrise
Though night may come, it's in your eyes by which I seem to be hypnotized

Looming are the days of love that break apart storm clouds
Living in love, right hear and now and knowing we'll get through somehow
Lovely are the thought of it being just you and I
Looking upwards at painted sky as told to us in lullabies

Lucy, never lose hope in the gift that's owed to you
Pay no attention to critic's bad reviews and make a show just starring you
I'll be in the front row cheering and jeering you right on
The spotlight for this stage is the dawn and it tells you to carry on
Nik Bland Oct 2012
My lady is immortal and shines only for me
Setting waves in motion so that I may hear the sea
With skin a white as milk that is mine to behold
And eyes that shine brighter than both diamond and gold

Her ambience inspires those whose love has come and gone
The streaks of sultry melodies create a secound dawn
And I will look upon her sillouette with unfaltering, desiring eyes
As she reaches for me every single night and carries me up high

My lady's essense walks upon the solitary shore
Her hair of silver, so long and silken, that flows forever more
She sips dreams from her teacup and plays amongst the stars
But always keeps in my sight to she show she strays not far

Oh illustrious siren of destiny, look at your lover and smile
Realize he looks to you to carry him through Heaven's aisle
And with the kiss you lay upon my cheeks each solitary night
I dream of you on glowing shores in palaces of white
Nik Bland Oct 2012
Where does the setting sun lie at night? He lies right by her side
Lighting darkness so no demon can enter or even think to reside
Revitalizing himself and his warmth as it lies next to her chest
A girl who outshines even his blinding rays and never straying brightness

Heat that echoes in a room that no man has ever seen
The girl who gives him renewed hope and therefore keeps him shining
Working long days and waiting for winter when early with her he may expire
Lying next to a heaven with no proper equal, eyes burning ***** of fire

The loveliness that's awaits every day for him to return
The only reason for such mortals like us can see his flame still burns
A never vacant daytime sky and a plentiful earth that grows and grows
All because of the girl who awaits the sun and his return back home

See and be captivated each day by the smile upon his face
Feel his perfect warming rays and know it from her embrace
For such things only shine that much brighter because of the fuel they use
The girl who lies by the sun each night when it says goodbye to skies of blue
Nik Bland May 2013
Blood on the floor
Heart out the door
I'm 99 percent sure I can't do anymore
Here I'd be standing, but standing's demanding
So I stay on my knees, no idea what you're planning

Wrong to presume
****, this suit's new
Burning from the bullet, mixed blood, me and you
So afraid to ask if I'll live or is the casket...
Pause on that thought, because I'm too afraid to ask it

Body like lead
Ringing in my head
Got to get up or I'm gonna' get dead
What went south is what keeps nagging about
Small room, then boom, we shot, no room for doubt

Stumbling on
Knowing you're not gone
Blood from on the floor, out the door, brain beats brawn
Leading to an open door, adrenaline pumps my core
I don't need this anymore, my whole body ****** sore

Gun *****, breaking in
Shot rings again
I yell for you to come from your place round the bend
My mistake was made and with my life I will pay
As you come from the door behind me, you shoot, and you win
Nik Bland Jan 2013
Seeing passing cars that replace stars outside my window that shoot by on streets like lights in the sky
Shedding a single silver tear and never admitting to the fact I'm afraid they just might pass me by
Trying to find the floor as my feet hang from my bedside, but I've been asleep for way too long
Dream worlds are just as they say they are and someday I'll accept that, but as for now I fear I'm not that strong
Strung out like the song that keeps playing on the radio and aggravates the tenants in my head
Stubbed toes and headaches greet me as I shift through this humble room as if to remind me I'm not dead
It is far too early and I've been up far too late to greet the day with the vigor it deserves
Heating a simple cup of coffee to get a jump start on God knows what and trying to remember the purpose it serves
Seeing every moment through my eye and taping it in my mind, knowing the director will probably edit out this scene
Thinking of you randomly as I cut myself shaving and wondering if you have to deal with this monotony
Then realizing if you were here with me, Mary, if you were here with me we could share in this not so special day
And I would have a reason to get up in the morning but even more so for my mind to stay awake
Brushing my teeth as I take a shower and looking down at my feet at the drain and visualizing me sinking down
A mixture of toothpaste and water trail through my porcelain tub and disappear from my view into the ground
Jumping out of the shower and drying my hair as I look at the digital clock to see I've got fifteen minutes to truly wake up
To get dressed and proper, put on my hat, jump in my car,and be at that one place at that time for that other stuff
Looking at my unmade bed and knowing that if you were lying there in your tanktop and boyshorts I'd be right there with you
Knowing that if Mary was the one lying on my mattress with me then my day would consist of her in view
Waking up from my daydream to see that my safe fifteen has wound down to just an unsettling five
Throwing on my pants and shirt while balancing on one leg as my sneakers are slipped on and tied
Vigorously searching for my hat only to remember that I left it in my car yesterday
Running down the steps only to run back up when remembering I had forgotten my keys in my disarray
My positive minutes turn to waining seconds that yell at me and I bolt for my car door
Looking at my cell and muttering under my breath, wishing that my time was a bit more
Finding my half way marker in the seat of my car as my engine turns after the second or third time
Wishing you were in the passenger seat and not only just a wish in my mind
<me
Nik Bland Oct 2013
<me
I am much more than I seem
Yet what I seem to be is me
Which is to say that me is more
Than my meager definition

And if you saw what I seem to see
Then you might think more or less of me
And it would be devastation or complimentry
That would be my own prescription

So if I'm more than what I be
Then I may be you and you may be me
And maybe we could be one in the same
And more than both we thought

And I guess that we'd be correct
And the world's opinion we could reject
Because we find we are more the they attest
And we were more than we were taught
me.
Nik Bland Jan 2017
me.
Boil down the excess of me
Taste the essence of me
I beg of you then not to leave
Accept the bitterness of me

Love every single part of me
See into the heart of me
I am a thing forever unclean
Take me regardless of me

See the cuts and burns of me
See the tears you've earned from me
View the me that I could be
Love me for me. All of me.
Nik Bland Feb 2013
I dreamt of you last night under a cloud covered moon
As if the full moon's glow was moving me like a monsoon
The eerie beams immolating through the clouds traveling on the gale
Laid me down and sent me to sleep with a lullaby so frail

I dreamt of you last night while my mind was fast asleep
Unaware that my heart was yearning for your memory to creep
It painted the scene of so many worlds to which I'd never been
But all for naught, for my eyes were on you in the setting it put you in

I dreamt of you last night and I wish I never had to wake
For I felt you were so very real in my imaginary embrace
And as my eyes were under, my subconscious said a prayer
That if the sun should disturb my slumber, wherever I was, you'd be there

And so I dream in morning light and think back every then and now
Knowing in a way we'd be together again somehow
And if that day is farther than the sun and moon make it seem
I will lay my head upon your sillhouette and catch you in my dreams
Nik Bland Oct 2019
Words I have are few
With only some the exception
For words just seem
To flee from me
When you look my direction
And I know you are divine
But I know you aren’t perfection
And maybe those wings you have
Are just of my own perception

Your lips are tender pink
Your eyes like amber honey
With untold stories
Of all your glory
Told in a smile that outweigh gold or money
I am well aware you are open box
Slightly used with dents in view
But your worth still shows beyond worldly stains
Each time I look at you

Given the chance, I’d touch your hand
Given time, I find the words
The bonds I’d break
And risks I’d take
To make known, to be heard
In divine imperfections, love
In such complexities, you
Let action dictate everything
And let these words be few
Nik Bland Jul 2013
Break the glass encased around
Hear the loud crashing sound
See amidst the shards you've found
Is a secret long since forgotten

Read the words upon the scroll
Etched in ink derived from soul
From half of one which once was whole
Thrown into bottomless sea

Pass each letter with your gaze
See this love, a trivial maze
Unfaded by a undaunting phrase
Oh sweet love, return again
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