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  • nick_a20 19w

    Dilemma

    She said "she liked me",
    But, I was not overjoyed but overcome.
    It is true that I like her as it is true that I do not "like" her
    For I see our friendship as immaculate
    To be spared the uncertainty that is the vicissitude of relationships.
    But how to tell her
    Without any noses being out of joint?

    ©nick_a20

  • nick_a20 64w

    Life

    Life is a traitorous scoundrel
    A fleeting romance
    A distant memory

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  • nick_a20 64w

    Children are Cruel

    Children are Cruel
    Mindlessly, uncontrollably cruel
    Prone to the worst tantrums
    Like tyrants commanding obedience
    With tempestuous tears that coerces acquiescence.
    Jealousy, brutal jealousy.
    Spiteful brutes that manage to consume you and yet heal your soul.

    ©nick_a20

  • nick_a20 64w

    The Enemy

    The body is the spirit's mortal enemy.
    Twins entwined in perfect combat to claim opposite desires.
    and while the spirit aspires,
    the body finds bliss in wondrous aimlessness
    The spirit knows the stakes of the battle
    Unbound unlike the body to fetters of mortality

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  • nick_a20 64w

    Rob ran a ridiculously rapid race
    Fueled with fanatical ferocity and fastidious pace.
    For a prize laced with perfidy and parochial relish.
    To be left to perish rather than cherished

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  • nick_a20 64w

    It is indeed apt that he stooped to conquer
    An uncomely fellow was he, that they paid him no heed
    remarkably supine, without sonorous words or a notable deed
    He was free bait to the mocker.

    And his rise was an envious surprise
    Met with furious glares with not a disguise
    and loud whispers of subtle decries
    But he was above them and immune from their lies
    And fortified his home with the few on whom he relied.

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  • nick_a20 154w

    Her face was hidden from my mind's perception
    Yet her body remained ever so clear
    My foremost abuser
    She waved her whip to command her every desire
    My innocence desecrated.
    My mind hurls curses at her but my spirit resists
    But her name is like a mist upon my lips
    No assuredness in its pronouncement
    Yet I am sure that it was her and yet unsure
    And her face screams while her name slithers in skulking shadows
    Forever doubtful

    ©nick_a20

  • nick_a20 155w

    I dream dreams of a careless ending
    Consequences of my putrid satisfaction
    My dalliance with madness
    I had forgotten my status
    A sole kayaker
    Rowing along the sea of indifference
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  • nick_a20 175w

    We danced carelessly in the rain
    Children of the Magnificent One
    Because as pariahs, it was all we knew.
    Our dance was the toast of mavericks
    But the conformity of our minds was evidence of our resilience
    It was the tale of an everlasting rhythm.

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  • nick_a20 179w

    From our white rose grew perfect thorns
    And our punctured fingers painted morose tales of a twisted ending
    Petal by petal, the rose donned its true colours
    A bloody red that saw no returning.

    ©nick_a20