It’s a melancholic diary.
And I said: this is the end. Pieces of me have been undone, shard by shard. Pain has nested itself in every cell of my body.
By Nicole Moore6 days ago in Poets
Their roads diverged. One died; the other carried on— one kept living with a dead girl lodged in her ribs, and the other, in dying, continued to live.
I walk the paths, They stretch farther and farther, I walk and I follow, There is no end. I walk on foot, I walk barefoot,
By Nicole Moore8 days ago in Poets
You flinch from wakefulness, and you ache for sleep. You slip from the arms of the waking world into sleep as if into sanctuary—
I am the dandelion of the plain. Whether the wind blows or not, I am destined to fall apart. I scatter— and every fragment of me
By Nicole Moore17 days ago in Poets
That summer night, I was no longer shy. I no longer wished to hide—from your gaze, from the eyes of the world. Drop by drop, the courage that had been dripping for years
By Nicole Moore27 days ago in Poets
How far must I search for you? Where am I to seek you? Truly—where do the lost ones go? I am searching for you, while you journey into nothingness.
Your Tears What pure emotions they are… Your tears rise like a clear spring bursting from the heart of a hardened mountain;
Fire is no match for her. Inside her, lava flows. It roars and burns, turns being into ash, drives existence into nothingness.
No matter where I go or what I do, a hollow follows me — silent, patient, faithful. There is nowhere to escape. It yearns for an embrace so desperately
By Nicole Moore2 months ago in Poets
Neither here, nor there… No home in being, no shelter in existence. Neither alive… nor dead… No star in the sky, no stone upon the earth, offers me refuge.
O awake sun, Do not lie upon my bed— Stay away from me, For I fear the day When my dark, cold body Devours all your fiery locks,
