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  May 2015 Nicole
Mercurychyld
Only you can translate
where you are
on your voyage through
this varied farce
called “life”.

No one else can dictate
to you…
or should even dare…
how to phrase
your feelings,
your thoughts,
your personal moments.

Who is anyone to
cause another to feel
inept or inferior
for wording their
experiences as they will?

We are all both
audience and poet,
consumed by the
powerful spell of words
and meaning
we are bonded
in ink.

It takes gumption
and courage
to give voice to
your vision of
the world.

It often requires
resilience and nerve
to open your heart
and peel back the
layers of skin,
and let others take
a long look at the
inner workings of YOU.

Be brave,
take courage,
let your soul speak
in its very own
language.

People will read
your words and
listen to the sweet
whispers
and thunderous shouts
that flow from pens
and keys
to release the
inner demons and angels
and the lyrical
vines that bloom and live
in our individual
landscapes,

fluidly coursing from
our own rabbit holes
with fortitude and grace
and our neverlands,
where we need never
grow up,

to share with those
that need to see
and hear and feel
and wonder.


-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Nicole May 2015
It's dark and lonely.
I don't see, hear or feel anything.
The air is shortened, I'm suffocating.
I try to get out of this maze of darkness,
but I don't find the portal.
Every second, the surface's tension is more severe, more intense.
I run, but I still at the same place
Someone please get me out of here.
I'm almost motionless, in the middle of nowhere.
What's this?
What am I doing stuck in here?
Why no one come and save me ?
Originally written in Spanish.

Está oscuro y solitario.
Veo, oigo o siento nada.
Se acorta aire, me asfixio.
Trato de salir de este laberinto de tinieblas, pero no encuentro el portal.
Cada vez, la tensión de la superficie es más severa, más intensa.
Corro, pero me mantengo en el mismo lado.
Alguien por favor, sáqueme de aquí. Estoy  casi inmóvil en medio de la nada.
¿Qué es esto?
¿Qué hago en este lugar estancada?
¿Por qué nadie me salva?
Nicole May 2015
Are you afraid?
Are you ashamed?
Are you with doubts?
Are you hiding something?
Are you keeping something?
Are you sure of what you doing?
Are you confused?
Are you insecure?
Are you giving up?

Tell me, what's the matter ?
Unfinished...
  May 2015 Nicole
harmony crescent
Don't worry
about those who
talk about you
behind your back


they're behind you
for a
reason
  May 2015 Nicole
Chris
-

I don’t really need much,
I just really want you
  May 2015 Nicole
Mike Essig
The odd and funny part of life
is how we resist
the nature of our own minds,
pretending we have
no more freedom
than a train stuck
on its predestined tracks
when we are the builders
of the railroad.
   ~mce
  May 2015 Nicole
Aileen
as pathetic as it sounds,
im having withdrawal symptoms
from being away from you
and id like to say im handling it
but im really not
because i miss your voice
and your touch
and you overall presence
and i can feel my chest caving in
and my head really hurts
please come back and hold me like you used to
or at least tell me that you miss me
because holy *******’re destroying me
and not hearing from you
makes every day a little harder
because the truth is all i want to do
is sleep so i can see your face
for a little while
october 22, 2014
october 22, 2014
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