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mezcal

An element that hasn’t been discovered yet.

» Posted By Nicola On 05.21.2016 @ 4:32 pm

bound

Forced into a place they didn’t understand. He was unable to separate what he wanted from what he needed. Struggling forward towards the distant future. It all seems so futile when it’s clear that we have been bound by fate to complete this.

» Posted By Nicola On 08.27.2015 @ 2:53 pm

brushed

Her hair was thick and brittle, raking the brush through it was a chore. Arm forward arm back. Over and over. A light breeze played with the already brushed hair twisting it gently, knotting it further. It was but a futile effort

» Posted By Nicola On 09.04.2014 @ 1:23 am

aboard

Hop aboard and my soul you’ll find
This train is neverending, so is my mind.
You’re mysterious and lovely.
I want you all day.
Your smile is contagious
And I just had to say.

» Posted By Nicola On 10.07.2013 @ 12:12 pm

wistful

Wistful for you, I am
Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?
You’re standing in front of me.
Saying these things.
All of which you know I’ve wanted to hear.
Don’t toy with me now.
There’s too much at stake.
Love you forever, like you for always
Love me back.

» Posted By Nicola On 07.08.2013 @ 8:42 am

taboo

My thoughts are so taboo.
I guess cause they’re all of you.
If I don’t talk about it, I’ll be so blue.
Just talk to me, please.
You’re the forbidden fruit I’d love to eat.
All I can think of is how I want to sink in my teeth…
You’re perfect, you know that?

» Posted By Nicola On 05.13.2013 @ 2:53 pm

soap

Soap,
Bubbling on my butt
I should mention I’m in a bubble bath.
Not just obsessed with soap bubbles.
Although, while we’re on the topic…

» Posted By Nicola On 05.10.2013 @ 9:29 am

Running down that chiseled body,
Soap in hand.
The scent drifting over to where I lay on the bed.
I could lay here forever.
Just breathing you in.
I shall not drift back off to sleep as you get ready for work.
I need this.
I need you.
And your scent of soap, wafting over to my safe Haven.

» Posted By Nicola On 05.10.2013 @ 9:17 am

Soap.
That scent that I crave.
I find myself daydreaming about that scent.
Oh, your soap.
It’s helped me cope with you being gone.
Can you keep a secret?
I use it when I miss you.

» Posted By Nicola On 05.10.2013 @ 9:14 am

welfare

Do not worry about the people’s welfare, for they are strong and persevering, and they will not rest until every one of their injured is cured, and they will not sleep until the children stop crying with hunger, and they will not close their eyes until their city is, once more, beautiful. They will thrive.

» Posted By Nicola On 04.11.2013 @ 12:07 am

musical

Music flows from the room, a steady stream of notes that causes emotions to burst within me. Walls break, shields are thrown aside. I cry as the cheesy feeling of sentiment washes over me. I see my mum in my eyes, smiling up at me, playing this exact song on the piano. Tentatively, I push open the door, not entirely sure if I’m ready to see who the player is.

» Posted By Nicola On 01.23.2013 @ 3:45 pm

real

Everything around me is real, yet I am not real. I feel like a ghost, simply a presence floating around the lively crowds enjoying the grass between their toes and the feeling of the hot sun beating down on the park. I feel as alive as the cracked china dolls that sit on my bedside table. No one acknowledges my existence, therefore I am not real. I am fake.

» Posted By Nicola On 01.22.2013 @ 6:58 pm

sound

The man who blends in with the night takes off into the darkness without a sound. The shadows are his home. No one knows of his existence, but he knows of theirs. He knows everyone. He sits in the alcoves, in the little nooks and crannies of the world you hadn’t noticed, and he watches you. Stalks his prey. One day, he will attack. It would be fruitless to implore you to prepare, though, because he moves as stealthily as a ghost.

» Posted By Nicola On 01.18.2013 @ 6:23 pm

The man who blends in with the night takes off into the darkness. The shadows are his home. No one knows of his existence, but he knows of theirs. He knows everyone. He sits in the alcoves, in the little nooks and crannies of the world you hadn’t noticed, and he watches you. Stalks his prey. One day, he will attack.

» Posted By Nicola On 01.18.2013 @ 6:22 pm

Everyone knows that forests hold the deepest secrets. Werewolves that howl at the moon, glowing fairies soundlessly lighting trails through the forest as they dance, and kisses to be forever forgotten. The forest is a treasure chest of secrets – a keyless chest. You just need to know how to find the secrets.

» Posted By Nicola On 01.18.2013 @ 5:39 pm

choose

“Choisisez.”

Huh? Choisi-what? I’m confused. My teacher babbles to me a foreign language. My mind is foggy, like the mist of a forest. Everyone is staring at me with piercing glares, and I don’t like it at all. Please stop staring. Why can’t they hear me asking them to stop? Why aren’t they confused about the “chois-blah” comment? How come they understand? Where am I?

» Posted By Nicola On 01.18.2013 @ 2:21 am

I choose you. Or do I choose you? Indecision envelops me like a cloud of violent thunder and rain, I am stuck, I can’t see in this storm of possible decisions. Which way to go? Whom do I choose? No one knows but God. I am soaked to the bone by this thunderstorm. Someone please help me.

» Posted By Nicola On 01.17.2013 @ 5:39 pm

sweep

Sweep. Wipe. Dust. The mechanical movements bore him out of his mind. He can’t understand how the daily grind can be so inescapable, so ensnaring in this neighbourhood. Nothing will make any of the inhabitants budge out of their robotic routines; it’s like a clock made of diamonds – the clockwork can’t be destroyed by anything other than itself. Eventually, the system will collapse in on itself, like a black hole.

» Posted By Nicola On 01.17.2013 @ 2:33 am

You swept me away, with all your secretive glances and beautiful smiles that made my heart soar like a butterfly. You made me feel like I was the only girl in the world who mattered, until you stripped away your mask, and showed me what you were like. You showed that beneath the mask was simply a collection of devious lies, the most twisted of evil thoughts and a black, black heart.

» Posted By Nicola On 01.16.2013 @ 7:42 pm

She sits on the floor in an empty house, the ghosts floating around her. She can sense them, but not see them. The ghosts of her mistakes. Her whole body shudders with great sobs as she crouches in the pool of her dirty dress and she knows she will have to sweep the floor soon. What else is there to do?

» Posted By Nicola On 01.16.2013 @ 7:37 pm

hassle

it is a hassle to put pants on. i remember a kid from year 8 telling us all of this when we were all asked to say something that was difficult to do. Everyone thought it was funny as we all knew it wasn’t what the teacher was looking for. But we all agreed, it is hard to put pants on.

» Posted By Nicola On 06.01.2012 @ 4:05 am

transform

To transform is to change and to enhance something into something else and more positive that makes a difference to your appearance and perception

» Posted By Nicola On 05.27.2012 @ 12:56 pm

prosperous

money money money, must be funny, in a rich mans world.

» Posted By nicola On 10.08.2011 @ 7:26 am

warned

I warned you not to test me. As the wind blows, a whistle of breeze, like a blade at my ears, I hold myself tense against the wall. I warned you not to hurt me. I warned you what would happen. The leap.

» Posted By nicola On 10.05.2011 @ 3:27 pm

dense

Thick. Strong. Creamy, Soft, Hard. Dense is such an obscure phrase. It is one which I often hear used to describe a person short on braincells…but doesn’t dense mean something in plentiful supply? I suppose if you read into it too much you’d feel dense.

» Posted By nicola On 09.28.2011 @ 4:26 pm

convinced

I’m not convinced that he’s not talking to her. I’m not convinced that she isn’t giggling and batting her pretty little lashes at him as she chats to him on the street or over the phone. I’m not convinced that she doesn’t love him. I’m not convinced that he doesn’t love her.

» Posted By nicola On 09.23.2011 @ 5:28 pm

shootout

when I get jealous, I get angry. I want the word to know it, so I head to my favourite social network and tell anyone who’ll listen, I’M PISSED. I love when my boyfriend sees it, because most of the time it’s about him. He doesn’t know how to have a girlfriend. Here I go again, shooting my mouth off.

» Posted By nicola On 09.17.2011 @ 1:37 pm

average

Blue eyes, brown hair. 5’4. Average for a girl my age and ethnicity. Nothing special, nothing unusual, nothing original about how God made me. Only my personality differs me from the millions of identicals. And I made that myself.

» Posted By nicola On 09.16.2011 @ 9:57 am

insect

The sky hummed with life. The insect landed on the palm of my hand. A blie dragonfly. Normally i’m quite scared of anything with more than 4 legs and wings, but this was sort of magical- a communion between myself and nature.

» Posted By nicola On 09.07.2011 @ 2:05 am

level

When i think of levels I think of Mario. In Mario you have to complete each level to get to Bowsers Castle. I’ve never gotten to Bowsers castle. I prefer Mario Kart personally. I also have the original Mario game for the original gameboy. Over 100 levels…

» Posted By nicola On 08.03.2011 @ 5:04 pm

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