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Akemi Mar 2013
Wicked gaze draws the life
To blossom bright through too wide eyes
Overexposed, like blowing bulbs
They crackle and crack
Leaking dead hope
1:57am, January 19th 2013

Sometimes you fall in love with someone,
who will do not good to you.
Who casts their eyes through you,
uses you,
and others,
breaking your heart,
and hopes.
Nickols Nov 2013
My faith in all my fellow humans is long gone and without an ounce of care. Does this make me a terrible person? Through your eyes, the eye of the beholder, you might see me as the fellow human who’s made you lose your confidence in humanity because of my lack of belief...

It’s a viscous cycle. With every soul, losing confidence from the next in line. When will it end? Where does one look for a burning candle in pitch of darkness?

Where do we go?
How do we get out?
Why does the world continue to turn, while so many are faithless?

If we'd been born pixies, fairy's in the woods.
We'd all be dead, and ash because there is no belief in our blue world.

So I'll speak my words once more. My faith in all my fellow humans is long gone and without an ounce of care. And yet the world keeps turning with the next man  falling down like a domino in a line.

Cause and effect.
The ever present chain of reaction
© Victoria
Nickols Mar 2014
This poison is intoxicating. A drug sending you into the oblivion. Enraptured by the taste and the feeling of impeccable deliverance. It's just what the doctor order, a spoonful of laced sugar. A placebo effect with nothing but the risk of cancer eating away your insides. Green in color, like the skin beneath the coating of a candy apple. It enters your system like a rock through a glass window. Shattering reality, while constructing a world of make believe.  

This addiction is poisoning. An intoxication crawling inside her veins. The ever present itching there just below the girls pale skin. Waiting for her next fix.

One more hit...
Just one more.
O'please, give me more.
More;
more;
more;

This poison is blinding, an addiction of the soul. The disorder of the weak mind, with nothing else to hide.

One more hit...
Just one more.
O'please, give me more.
More;
more;
more...
© Victoria
Nickols Sep 2012
"Please." I meant to say it assertively, but it came out meek and quiet.

Please love me, please want me, please don't leave me, please I need you.

Closing my eyes, I tightened my hold on him and tilted my heavy head to his broad chest. A hot tear bubbled over my eye, rolling wetly down my cheek.

*Please go, please leave me alone, please I can't help myself, please I'm too weak.
Not a poem but none the less, still fun to read. =^.^=

© Victoria

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