#nicholas
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
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
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.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
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.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC
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
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
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.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
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.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
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.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
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
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
It would be so nice
If we just say it all
Say it all
Hemorrhage of words
Emotional plight
Just say it all
Say it all
We don’t have to say goodbye tonight
I swear if I don’t make it back
I’ll be alright
I’ll be in that wind
I’ll be in that song
Just please remember
To say it all
Say everything I use too
Never leave one word out
Never ever censor yourself
Feel ashamed or doubt
Say it all
Tell them all they have a reason
There's a reason tonight
Tell them all they’re accepted
They don’t have to fight
Don’t ever cry
There’s no reason for tears
Just smile for every, hug, every memory
And every year
And say it all
Without reserve, without fear
Don’t leave a word out
Because without a doubt
Wherever I am
I'm much happier now
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
I wonder
Why's everyone looking at me?
Is it because I'm so pretty?
Than my other half says to me
As annoyed as a street musician
On a sunday
Nick your talking to me
..And quite audibly
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
Oh Jackie
Do you think it’s easy
To fall in love with just a kiss
Now every day I miss that natural
Curl of your lips
I can’t explain your beauty
Maybe it’s just a kink
Something I saw in a dream
Of beauty Aphrodite esteems
And maybe some ancient time
You’re shape was aspired
You were molded like clay
And heaven laid the lines on your face
I so admire
Every glowing smile
And forever linked
In a web of my little kinks
I fall hard for beauty
Carved like a goddess from maybe another life
When I’m drunk I wanna call you up
And say, **** it let’s go elope
Be my wife
And I’d never say these things to your face
For all you know I’m just another disgrace
A missed connection, you could never give a ****
For every text and every kiss that I miss
And you can find something else?
I wish I knew what it was
Cause when I met you
I just wanted to run away in the sun
And find you a place that I can truly say
The beauty only compares
To the curl of your lips
And the rose of your cheeks
And the soft, caress of your kiss
Forever imprisoned
To find something comparable
This feeling has taken me over, it’s unbearable
I can only lay, here, here in the sand
And hope to god a love like hers
Will find me somewhere?
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
I know this is what
I was born to do
Electronic, Classical
Analog or digital
Do we understand their meaning?
I find it pivotal
WAKE UP KIDS
From this crazy mind-fuck!
We never have to grow up
Collide, collide, collide
Cause when we come together
We’ll blow up space in time
Cause I know my crazy mind
Rules this space in time
Science, binding energetic mesh
Orb of fervent, atoms, matter
Forever brings the universal commander
Kaleidoscope dreams too heavy to stop
What’s the **** argument
Let’s raise the frequencies
Then drop
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
I met an unknown soldier
Soldier of thought
Who made it through the battle
But his war he still fought
If he taught me one thing
I can recall without much thought
For man is only worth
Word he's got
Because true seekers know
Desire don't mean a lot
Unless used to manifest
What once was thought
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
I knew there was love in that attic
It had to be found
There was love in that attic
Lost and I found
Inspiration through word and thought
Old, red, romantic, poetry
To the north I’m lead
And I know I’ll find a place
Like these books a shelf
For after all
I’ve been dusted from the attic myself
Those fiery red books
I knew there was love inside
For I’m BookGuy
From me no man can hide
They needed no library, no vintage store
For the pigs live next door
And all they do is
***** ***** *****
I know for I once lived in this thought
I played pig poker, smoked cigars
Even licked pig salt
Bust cast out ye stupid pigs
They have no authority
Some wise minority
For those dusty red things
Once lost and I find
For I’m BookGuy
I transcend time
I sweep the dust, death and decay
Reborn in red books
Roundelay, Roundelay
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
So this is the new age
Of many iron lords
Did it live past the lineage
Did it give omage to the lore
Of many creatures before it
A timeless score
The age of aquarius
Our elders lead us in scorn
Of painful plights or new beginnings
Rage on kids
We’re winning
And let us know that on this night
A star burned out
A desert frozen on sight
Old crow bit the dust that night
They cried in failure but didn't know
A New Age is Coming
Crow knew it to be so
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
Man I miss those whiskey kisses
Thought that, babe, you might become a Mrs.
But a Mrs. of what a bottle and a gut?
Here on the street just a buzz means a lot
City of Angles
I think not
No one to trust
God tried to save them
Then Disney sold it out of lust
What a ******* ********
Can't believe my first morals
Came from a ****
But those whiskey kisses, they just got me
Look at those dark, giant, robotic towers
This is where dreams happen
This is where I get wasted
But that black granite
And tarnished stars
Made me remember who we really are
Just two mad children
In love with just enough
Caught up in the night
Intoxicated bliss
Man, I hope she'll miss me
Everytime she drinks whiskey
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC