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Shadow Knight Apr 2015
Is Life my best friend?
Was he always there?
I can’t remember.
All I know is my name
Who am I?
Was I alive?
I don’t know.
I don’t understand the rest
There is little I know.
I realize what I am
My name is Death

- Nicholas Boss
I do not own this.
Marquis Hardy Apr 2015
Maybe I've seen the Notebook too many times, but the concept of 'If You're A Bird, I'm A Bird' keeps growing exceedingly less absurd.
And ever since I saw A Walk to Remember I've always wanted to name a star after you so there would be two of you, and so I wouldn't have to share the original with the world.
Or was it so you could see the light in you that I see everyday and not only at night?
Alas, I can't seem to remember, but I'm certain it was both.
I've never been in a warzone outisde of my own life, but you've saved me from more harm than any bomb or rifle could inflict so I am indeed The Lucky One.
Whether sitting in silence or drowning in chaotic clamor I remember the first time you sang to me, and I recall my smiling like a fool
Let it be known that albeit I'm not actively seeking death, if it may find me I hope for that to be my Last Song.
Oh, and my darling
let your suspicions now come to light,
for  I indeed have always had an ulterior motive in loving you-
in you loving me.
That is for our love to create a Safe Haven to return to when the world has seemed to drain us of the hope we awoke with.
And yes my love,
I indeed am a bird if that is what you are as well,
but in tandem do I vow to be your Guardian on this Walk to Remember through This Bending Road of life.
It was almost 6AM and I had not been asleep yet and had an urge to write something fun, meaningful and light. Thus this work was created! It is a piece using book titles from the romantic mastermind Nicholas Sparks! Cool huh? Haha enjoy, my friends.
Titles used:
The Notebook
The Last Song
Safe Haven
The Lucky One
A Bend in the Road
A Walk To Remember
The Guardian
Reilly Threseaa Dec 2014
I was totally doing the whole "Dear John" thing where I look at the big bright moon in the sky hoping to have you looking at it to. In all honesty, that's what everyone does. They turn their boring, unlucky, tragic love stories into a Nicholas Sparks book, or relate to one at least. That's what I have crippled down too. I'm so desperately in love with you that I will stare at this half moon on this dark winter night and hope and pray and beg to God that your staring at it too. The downfall of my own writing of my own Nicholas Sparks book is that you are with her. At this very moment while I am staring up at this vast, daring, dark sky...your with her. In love with this girl that I so wish was me. Even though the sky is so dark and gloomy there is one thing that I know will give me hope. That is the bright crescent shape star illuminating the sky. That's my hope. Every time I look at it I know there is a silver chance of us being us. That is all I need , and all I need is you. Your my moon.
Tiffany Marie Nov 2014
He
He is kind
He is nice
He is perfect
He is a poet
He speaks poetry
He uses words wisely
He compliments
He is terrific
He is 1 of a kind
He is wonderful for me
He is like me
He is creative
He is adoring
He is mine
This Poem goes to Nicholas a man I like
this is a poem for girls to who have a lucky man
Nicholas Kurtz Sep 2014
It's not cute,
I don't find it funny.
The lack of concern for education,
And your glasses aren't cute either.

I'm growing quite tired of the lame leaders.
Expectation to teach the future generation.
The warriors, in a future of unknowing,
By the ignorant, traditionalist.

And I could sit here all day,
Catching glints of light off your hip glasses.
Peppered with egocentric, infantile remarks.
So cute
The lack of education
So cute
The lack of nutrition
So cute
The false profits; the obtuse teachers
So cute
Your hip glasses.
So sick of the hip glasses
Nicholas Kurtz Aug 2014
I try to remember the "good times."

Just to realize I'm drowning,
Drowning on Hallmark lines

Remembering the "good times"
Smiling complacently
Drowning on Hallmark lines

And I realize the memories
Were all good

One lines.
Just a thought, I'd like too add more :)
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Nicholas Kurtz Aug 2014
Tell me one more time.

One more time we could get off this, high rise
And you could lie,
To me, once more.

Just a bunch of kids falling off,
This mountain side.
Did the tide brings us in?

I take pride in my ability,
To manage chaos with reality.
We can never forget chaos,
If we expect, to ever
Secure an independent reality.

To die, to resurrect
Once more, tonight?

Let's get off this high rise.
And lie,
Lie to me,
Once more.
Intellectual property of Nicholas Kurtz ©2014
Nicholas Kurtz Jul 2014
Good things happen
To those
Who are
Inane
eugene-moon.weebly.com
And good things seem too happen for me
Nicholas Kurtz Jul 2014
No one to talk too
My mouth is sore from being shut
My brain spinning with thought
I'd talk to the stars,
Even they didn't show up

The desert skies of royal hazey colors
New grounds for me
For others discovered

Through long plight before me
Spirits endlessly struggling

To bask
Alone
Under the hazey royal indigo
Desert skies

Enlightened wolves
Darkness despise
A free flow poem :)
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