Living in a world full of hate will get us no where--
In this life, you got to make the best of what you're given.
For only you control you--
Everyone comes into this world the same, getting a

Chance at life
And sometimes people struggle, but that's okay.
No body is prefect. We all make mistakes, it's better
To learn from them and not ignore that they happened.

Go ahead, live your life and just remember
Everyone is going
Through it as well.

Make the best of each day and try to
Understand how others might have to live-sometimes we don't get to
Choose where we're born and
Have to struggle for many, many years to get to an okay life.

Be positive with others and "keep your
Eyes wide open" and NEVER STOP LEARNING!
Things will get better-- "sometimes before it gets better,
The darkness gets bigger."
Each day, try your best and just be you!
R**emember: YOU ARE NOT ALONE and YOU'RE IMPORTANT!

The tightest grip on a loose tether string

I want to lose control
Be in control
How can they happen twice - at once?

I feel you, I see you, and its pounding.
I'm pounding.
And I can't lose myself, I can't lose control.
Oh You -  and how I stand alone again.

And when I do, lose control, I lose you.
But I need to lose control to get you.

Do I know what to say, do?
How to act....
How to feel...
I want to stay away.
I want you to stay away.
Or I may lose control, and I mean control over my senses

Yet, I need to stop worrying about controlling you or me.
Controlling how I want everything to happen.
You to happen,
Me to feel

So let it flow, free fall, tumble and take its wave.
Tumble on the shore, and pull back into the current - once more, it splashes down on the wet sand
And each curvature in the wave is so different, pushed by wind, and shaped by geography
And each push and pull towards you, should flow
As I realize this, I may lose my grip

And release

he completed me

When you shut me out,
my soul just shudders,
at the thought,
a thought that my sole to soul
match could be gone,
forever,
where I will await your face again,
beneath the beautiful earthly loam you bury me in.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

it was the night that we burned our lungs with cigarettes on the overpass at 10 PM. you looked at me with that glint in your eyes as if i had done something good, even if all i am inside is a crumpled mess of suicidal thoughts and black holes.

“if you could relive any event in your life,” you said while taking a long drag from your third cigarette. “when would it be?”

i wanted to say something poetic. something that would take your breath away. something deep. something that would impress you, in a way. i wanted to say something that would bring heaven and earth together.

“now.” i blurt out.

i hear the wind blowing through the trees nearby. i slowly look up to you and was surprised when your demeanor didn’t change.

“why now?” you ask with an uninterested tone in your voice. you chuckle slightly and i ball my hands to fists. “there’s nothing captivating about now.”

i feel a sharp pang in my chest as soon as the words came out of your mouth. suddenly, every thought on my mind was about how i could prove you otherwise.

i throw the cigarette that i was smoking on the ground and stepped on it, ignoring the slight burn on my feet. in a rush, i turn to your gaping eyes and cupped your face and enclosed our lips together.

you tasted like cotton candy and nicotine, and i loved it. you took a second before kissing me back and god, i could feel the stars sighing from above. my body trembled from the adrenaline rushing through my veins. i love you i love you i love you.

“if you could pick a specific time to relive,” i speak right after i gasp for air. “when would it be?”

you looked at me with those eyes that glistened in the moonlight. a heartbeat passed, along with a random stranger who gazed at us while you cupped your hand on my nape.

“now.” you breathed.

and your lips were on mine again.

.
                                                Enough is not enough
                                                     I want too much.

                                                      “Excuse me sir
                                           you haven’t paid too much.
                                                  I gave you too much
                                               and you ate everything.
                                        I need to throw away something
                                                 and the bin’s spilling."

"I drove too many footsteps
past too many throwaways
too many pylons
water towers
possum-eaten polystyrene cups
Mcdonalds
Mcdonalds
Mcdonalds
camel boxes
and walkers
with socks as hard as coffins.”

                                             Enough is not enough
                                                  I want too much.