On Poetry

I have always believed that it is extremely important to study, create and learn about art from a very young age. However, it is never too late to start. Poetry is a way to understand language and emotion- it is a way to express deep feelings, ideas, and aesthetics. In the words of Roger Housden, […]

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I suppose this was written about how I used to often feel guilty about not writing anything for a period of time, and would often try to force myself to write and be creative when I had no inspiration. I would feel bad about myself as I was not meeting self-expectations. Recently, I have not […]

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I am numb to the blue blood coursing through my veins I am so creative that I am no longer sane When I can’t. My mind fucking explodes 20 times A day, but one less and I can’t see straight.   I rely on my creativity to identify, but I cannot find myself when my […]

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Common People

We are broken bones In slumped, half-filled sacks, Monotonously marching With unfulfilled regularity. Left, right, left right, Hypnotised by the drum of our Classist society; Dictated and poisoned By our desire to Medicate happiness.

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You must have a black hole brain of nothing but jealousy. Before you see it fit to imprint Judas’ kiss on those whose minds are running wild with creativity.   ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Twitter: ionalilnic Instagram: Ionalilynicol Facebook: Iona Lily Nicol

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Our little island is like a sandcastle By the sea When the tide is out.   But the dark mercury line In the little black thermometer Rises like a dying star in the sky. We penetrate   the crust of our earth, for what she holds close to her core. And heat rises gently touching […]

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Capitalistic little fucks What did you get for Christmas? An iPad, an iPhone, every I But the one you truly need to see with. Children of the world, foul-mouthed, masturbating Money grabbing, selfish, little brats that are fed by The umbilical noose. Did you thank your mama for the gifts you were given? Helplessly clawing […]

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My poetry is not about if you like it. My poetry is about my life. My love. My Hate. My experiences, my thoughts. My beliefs. My heart, my soul and my mind. My poetry is mine, and how dare You defile it with your ignorance. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Twitter: ionalilnic Instagram: Ionalilynicol Facebook: Iona Lily Nicol

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I am really tired today, so this is what I have written in my, what seems like perpetualy tired state. ______________________________________________   I want to peel my eyes open With a sharp blade. My mind stays in its perpetual haze, Sunken into dark, hollow crevices, Feeling every aspect of hidden pain.   I count down […]

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The Devil Who Says Amen

Every night, she prayed to God Hoping that he would hear Her pleas. Her beg for salvation From the man who called her his.   You are mine, He said swinging his fist, Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you, baby, You just have to behave.   He shattered his beer bottle, The glass slicing her skin. […]

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