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 Jun 2015 Nikita
epictails
A fire burns
Burns, burns deep in me
It is the hell I wake up to every morning
As I toss the heavy blankets away from my fevered mind
It is the hell that whispers to the cool night
As I beg the nightmares to hush down
It is the hell that envelopes me in a veil of black
As I wriggle away from the grip of depression
It is the hell that cries to the face of my shame
As I curse them back to my losing heart

Oh how it destroys me!
from the tips of my dark, stiff hair
down to my small, weak toes
Oh how it corrupts me!
Like the crown on a mortal king's head
—slow but absolute

Like the call of a savior,
The calm waters called out to me
From somewhere uncharted
From a world other than my own
Asking me to take myself into its arms
To indulge my havoc in its cure
Because that would make me whole again
Because every answer would come
In the pour of its gentle currents
Over the unchanging tides ofmy inner fight
A swift sleep in its remedy would
Drown the fires, keep them out

But I refused
I refused with all the misery
That's left in me
I refuse
Not to give it the satisfaction
But to let myself burn
Burn
Burn
Burn like the curse of Hades
Burn until my skin bleeds
And the carnal strips become rotten
Become roasted in the torrent of fiery madness

When I become one with the atmosphere
As dark, fleeting ashes in the black night
The remains of what was once frail and human
I'll remember that immense agony
The unforgiving fire
That took me back to where I come from
 Jun 2015 Nikita
Violet Blue
Church
 Jun 2015 Nikita
Violet Blue
I went to my church
Well Youth group tonight
And we went to this Worship
We all sang the worship songs
and tried to feel the presence
You probably don't care
But this was big for me
I felt the holy spirit
And I am fully
In belief of God
Right now
I felt the Holy Spirit
And started crying
which is normal
for some people
to cry when they feel it
And yeah :)
 Jun 2015 Nikita
IcySky
BoyFriend
 Jun 2015 Nikita
IcySky
I like personality, not popularity.
I like sweetness, not beast mode.
I like gorgeous eyes, I don't care about the "gun show".
"I wanna cuddle" is not the same,
to me, as to you.
I want conversation, not fornication.
The bad boy thing is cool,
but not being an *******.
Why you have to ask me?
"Are you single?"
Of course I am...
Because what I want,
I can never find.
I want marriage, not just a slot in your weekly calendar.
So if i ask...
"Do you wanna be my boyfriend???"
Then you fit the profile.

Who would?


Escape:
"If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain
If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape"
I'm a girl who goes by
personality not looks,
good looks is just a bonus...
I don't see why knowing
what i want is such a big deal.
Upset, broken, hollow inside
One little insult made me want to hide.

At 3:00am in the morning I greeted the morning sun,
and asked it what I should do.
He told me "To find someone spiritual" before lighting up the sky.

How do I do that?
Would that not be hard.
I thought that what the sun said can't be true
but surprisingly that was when I found you.
 Jun 2015 Nikita
niamh
If it resonates
With just one person,
Touches their soul
And tugs at their hearts,
Then who are we
To say it's not poetry
 Jun 2015 Nikita
ejrmaguire
The race of my heart beat....
The throb of my pulse...
The pounding of my blood thru my veins....
It's you....
It's you every time....
And the words just don't come out...

E.J.M.
Potpurri
Dusted on this everlasting scented wish
*******
Path indulged not taken braken broken
Don't speak
How you polish your rod don't you dare
Purr in society
Of begotten socialistic days every sister
Brooling
Brothers have to unite under the semiotic
Nonsense
Sensual carousels are misinterpreted maps
Printed
On glossy paper sheets which formidably
Stretch
Everybody's hands wide open to traveling
Roads
Not taken hands not shaken feelings black
Holes
Carrots of a crazy chiuwawa
 Jun 2015 Nikita
MsAmendable
Golden sunsets glow
Slanting through your windows, cold
Lighting dust into lazy snow
Drifting, drifting slow
The blaze first to go
Then fiery Amber toes
Paint red skies bold
Then before the story is told
The colour away is blown
And melts into summer nights.
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