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I’ve been so tempted on letting all my words out onto the world. Like a wrapper around a bubble gum. But my words get drowned out from the noises in the world.

» Posted By Nikki On 02.24.2019 @ 6:47 pm


Backdrop. The wall had a backdrop of another world. Another place. another dimension. I walk through it and come face to face to my dream. My dream is a very special place

» Posted By Nikki On 01.27.2019 @ 2:57 pm


Concerts are a group of people becoming one. Coming together to hear and enjoy the music. Forgetting all things they disagree

» Posted By Nikki On 08.01.2017 @ 7:09 pm


Trell walked his ass back home, alone, dragging his feet through the westside of Jacksonville. Never had a homie been roasted so savagely. He knew what was next. He must purchase some real J’s and a fresh outfit and come back to school packing mad lyrical heat.

» Posted By Nikki On 04.25.2017 @ 8:19 am


I drunkenly entered my car. This was the point of the night I had no recollection of. But I drove and drove, trying to keep myself within the lines. Apparently I swerved partially into the next lane and almost hit the police car that ended up pulling me over.

» Posted By Nikki On 04.23.2017 @ 8:49 pm


My parents have been there a lot for me lately. They’ve encouraged me to go into detox and to continue in sobriety by using support groups and consciously managing my schedule more efficiently. They have been a big staple in my efforts into recovery.

» Posted By Nikki On 04.22.2017 @ 7:11 pm


The vines grew over and through the cracks of the cemetery plot. Unmaintained. A promise broken, a soul forgotten. She moved far away, as if distance could break literal ties.

» Posted By Nikki On 04.21.2017 @ 9:42 pm


Through a magnifying lens, I see the ants, carrying a large leaf together. I wonder where they are taking it and what it is for. Perhaps the start of something new.

» Posted By Nikki On 04.20.2017 @ 7:27 pm


Life cycle is circular. History is sometimes circular in that it repeats itself. Rings are circular. No particular beginning or end yet they continue a cycle that bids familiarity.

» Posted By Nikki On 04.19.2017 @ 8:06 pm


I remember the first time I met the madman. He was large, he was ugly. He was a butt. He had nothing to offer the world but madness. He wore a black trenchcoat and held a bomb. The bomb was a bathbomb, but a bomb no less. I think? Could it still be considered a bomb? You’re a bomb, I something think in response to my own questions. Replacing the word bomb accordingly to the topic at hand of course. So anyway, there was a madman.

» Posted By Nikki On 01.21.2017 @ 9:45 am


The structure of life collapses easily
At a single word, a series of touch.
House of cards made of skin and bone
Paper and trash.
Crumbling utnil the final assault,

» Posted By Nikki On 08.09.2016 @ 11:13 pm


They are staring off into the sunset. Both on different sides of the hill. The only thing they can see is the shadow of a point. To what direction they do not know but it makes them feel better and more at home.

» Posted By Nikki On 01.23.2016 @ 3:29 pm


Normal. That’s all everything ever was. The day was normal. The food was normal. The clothes were normal. Everything. If I had known it would be this boring, I wouldn’t have left home.

» Posted By Nikki On 12.05.2015 @ 5:11 pm


i liked this

» Posted By Nikki On 09.22.2015 @ 5:00 pm

the plate fell off the table and cracked. I was so scare that I would get into trouble. My mom was about to find out when she came in the room.

» Posted By Nikki On 09.22.2015 @ 4:59 pm


Oh no. Please dont ever do that. You mean so much to the world. Please dont. You are perfect. You are beautiful! Dont let anyone tell you differnetly, dont let that bother you cause they are jealous.

» Posted By Nikki On 08.24.2015 @ 6:05 pm


Anything can be scary and when people are scared, you cannot reach them. I guess you could call people who are scared lost, but they’re lost to logic. I think most people are lost to logic everyday; they just don’t know it. We should be scared of those people. Maybe we’re in the matrix. Would we know? Does that scare you? It should.

» Posted By Nikki On 05.14.2015 @ 5:46 am


It means nothing, I realize, nothing at all. Sometimes it hurts more than I’d ever want something to, and sometimes it just feels numb. Recently, it stings a little, more like soap in the eyes rather than a bee. You hold my hand, entwine your fingers with mine, and your nails leave indents like crescent moons on my skin.

“Lie to me,” I say.

Your lips twitch, and you respond with, “I love you.”

» Posted By Nikki On 05.11.2015 @ 2:21 pm

It means nothing, I realize, nothing at all. Sometimes it hurts more than I’d ever want something to, and sometimes it just feels numb. Recently, it stings a little, more like soap in the eyes rather than a bee. You hold my hand, entwine your fingers with mine, and your nails leave indents like crescent moons on my skin.

» Posted By Nikki On 05.11.2015 @ 2:19 pm


i am eligible to apply for the best high school in the country but i am not preparing for the essay enough so I feell like I will not get in. If I don’t, my whole life will be ruined and I will be a bad example and I will not get to do fun STEM things or meet people

» Posted By Nikki On 01.14.2015 @ 5:20 am


I am transcending beyond my ordinary consciousness to a level where I can manifest my destiny and purpose while living out my dreams.

» Posted By Nikki On 12.16.2014 @ 5:17 pm


the blindfold was romoved and what i saw in the morror before me simply dazzled me. there stood a woman who looked confident and radient. touching the mirror i realised this was me. i was transformed.

» Posted By Nikki On 11.16.2014 @ 9:08 pm


I thrown a water balloon at Reed and he laughed and thrown one back and me. We laughed and tackled each other. It was cute and romantic. *sigh*

» Posted By Nikki On 10.08.2014 @ 5:54 pm


I hear them.
Behind me, then beside me.
I can’t figure out whose they are,
But all I hear are footsteps.

Most people would probably be freaked out by something like that,
But not me,
I figure someone must be watching out for me.
And there is something very comforting in that.

» Posted By nikki On 10.02.2014 @ 11:34 am


i stood on this weird green thing. Turns out to be a slime ball. I started to sink in it which took me to another dimendsion. It was so weird but at the same time, awesome!

» Posted By Nikki On 09.30.2014 @ 2:34 pm


I love it. I miss it. I like touching it, which is always so taboo, but there’s so much to be said in the touch of a thing. So interesting that that is my instinct about something made to be seen to be enjoyed. I wonder if there are artworks out there that engage all of the senses, I should like to experience that, wouldn’t you. I was so proud of my artwork at one point in my life.

» Posted By Nikki On 05.23.2014 @ 7:22 am


There was a framework to be considered. We could not go on if caveats were not considered. How else were we suppose to continue progressing in our lives? Some suggested that we consult carpenters. They knew all about wood and frames? But, what about glasses, said another.

» Posted By Nikki On 05.20.2014 @ 1:09 pm


he always saw her from a distance. she was always trapped in her own mind- worrying about-well, whatever it was she worried about. What that was, he did not know. he did not understand the dark corners of her mind, or even knew where she was when they were apart. but what he did know, is that she was a miraculous person inside and out.

» Posted By nikki On 05.04.2014 @ 7:54 pm


going up or going down! its still leads to a new place with new adventures

» Posted By nikki On 04.05.2014 @ 6:09 pm


I feel safe in this place, nothing can hurt me and no one can make me feel as if I am nothing. I come out of the darkness of my mind, and I try to think what makes me feel safe in this place.
the tunnel that I live in or

» Posted By Nikki On 03.29.2014 @ 2:01 pm

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