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 will.

I stand on the tips of my toes Turning black and blue and cracking My heart and shattering my lucid dreams. I am a leader with no one to lead. I am a creator with nothing to create. I am a lover with nothing to love.   I try To dance elegantly across the public […]

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Blue hands caress plump blue lips. Ripples awaken blue velvet pools When bruised, blue bodies swim within.   Blue velvet water droplets Infect blue wind, Settling on a blue, dead flower bed When the blue sun begins to shrink.   The blue sun will turn to ash and Delicately land on the once expired flower […]

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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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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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Until I wake again.

I woke up today. But without myself.   I stand on the edge of sanity Feet burning, soul sold to the devil As I walk across hot coals.   I reach up and bite the sun, Boarding up my shattered glass eyes. I reach up and bite the moon And taste her dark, rotting fruit. […]

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I love him like the moon Loves the stars Like the sun Loves flowers and grass. Both dance delicately and bind With his radiant soul. For he is an enigma With a story to be told.   ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Twitter: ionalilnic Instagram: Ionalilynicol Facebook: Iona Lily Nicol  

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