"Poetry of the Past" Part 3

Jan 29, 2010


Her life, a mystery.
Her scars, they tell
this story you know so well.
Her hands are cold.
Her Lips alone,
Shes lost her soul to Hell.
She has become
the Ice Queen.
She'll rip your heart out,
She can be that mean.
She no longer cares
for mankind.
She no longer tries
to make it right.
She's just a prisoner,
along for the ride.

His life, a misery.
His scars, they tell,
his story you know so well.
His heart is cold,
His lips alone,
looking for a reason,
a soul to sell.
He has become
his own best friend.
His own worst enemy
in the end.
He no longer cares
if she lives or dies.
He only sees the sadness
in her eyes.
He's just a stranger,
giving her a ride.

So, when you put
two and two together,
what do you get?
A bargain with the Devil,
an undetermined bet?
The only thing they have to risk,
is what they havent lost yet.
As the road winds on,
and rain falls down,
theyre not going anywhere,
just driving around.
Driving away from the world,
away from reality.
Putting some distance between them,
and their own minds.
They are just drifters,
taking a ride.

Jan 20, 2010

"Paper Flames"

What is better than a date with disaster?
What is worse than a happy ever after?
When will this madness stop?
It doesnt, it only gets...madder?...

With every drop of blood spilt,
and ever tear shed,
the weak become the strong,
the lively become the dead.

And as you try to rip it all away,
I hold on even tighter,
because I am a lover,
because I am a fighter.

I'm holding on to memories,
the pictures we took.
Writing my sorrows down,
in a torn and raggedy old book.

Its withered with time,
just like my heart.
The pages full of empty misery,
are falling apart.

I long for a day when,
it will no longer be read,
no longer to be written in,
a word we have said.

Leave me with blank pages,
burn all the rest.
and keep the cover to judge me,
to remind me that I passed the test.

I am shattered, broken in pieces.
I am shattered, broken in pieces.
Ashes Falling
Ashes Falling

Dec 2, 2009


In days of destruction,
I called to you.
In days of distress,
I called to you,

but you were never there.

You were just a dream,
an imaginary thing.
You were a song,
I didnt dare to sing,
for my voice, not beautiful enough,
not sufficient enough.
All I could do was pretend.
All I could do was love.

Then there was fire and brimstone,
ashes fell like hail,
remnants of what used to be,
now sour and stale.
My heart drops within me,
my soul, a darkened grave.
I awake to a nightmare,
of reality I am a slave.

I watch as it all comes crashing down,
I watch as it shatters, falls to the ground.

I am broken in pieces.
I am driven to darkness.
Is there no one to save me,
or am I destined for this?
A life of emptiness,
a life of pain,
to be alone,
again and again?

I'd rather sleep
and dream away,
than to live a lie,
than to live this way.
I'd rather dream
of you and me,
in a better place.
But night turns to day,
and I find myself...awake,

Shattered inside
and torn apart,
by a savage beast called love,
and its home, a broken heart.

All photos from Photobucket.com
All poems are © Copyright NMJ 2011

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Comments 15 comments

MrDSpade2 5 years ago

Well done, Nikki, you are a good writer, impressive...

You know for some reason these 3 i've read reminds me of my hub, Poetry To Thrive On, check it out, if you feel like it.

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Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana Author

sure thing mrd. thanx!

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bbnix 5 years ago from Southern California

In fire we burn, yet much deeper the scars we've so ever so earned.

She "lost her soul to Hell," a queen of cold night, and the prisoner she is with all her lost might, but together it seems, he with lost sight, although ever apart, they chase a lone road forever in flight.

For many it seems, true madness they gleen, where the "the weak become the strong, the lively become the dead." yet tenascious, you see, a fighter and lover forever to be, a writer it seems of blank pages and dreams, for a cover with key is how you judge me.

The world at once destroyed and darkness forever deployed, a plain young maiden felt all but love foiled, for alone she ever was in fire's ash rain, a "nightmare" of love, a timeless slave train, for a trestle ahead is nowhere to be found, for this one small lost love will crash to the ground....

hmmm, I love when you let me burn in your beautiful (yet sad), timeless love fires....


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Minnetonka Twin 5 years ago from Minnesota

Three wonderful pieces of poetry here. The sadness, the fear and pain, are gripping here.

Johnny Love 5 years ago

In words yet to be shown I will say silence is so beautiful in my eyes. You say and feel so much in a time unforgotten by time. Thank you for going back and reliving this pain. It is a journey to find ones heart in the light, love, and in pain. Lovely.

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Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana Author

thanks bb for your little poem there. you kinda put bits and pieces of all 3 together. kewlness lol you should make your own hub.

minnetonka thanx for stopping by, i shall return the favor, so glad you liked this.

and jlove "a time unforgotten by time" can either be a burden or a bittersweet memory, mines are lessons learned, and though sad to think back on im also very happy because it made me who i am, and brought me where i am now. i wouldnt trade it for anything.

Johnny Love 5 years ago

Beautifully stated and understood. Pain though hard on us, does create who we are.

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Bumpsysmum 5 years ago from Cambridgeshire

We are what we suffer - Can't believe you've been keeping all these from us, yet more beautiful poems, great stuff :-)

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Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana Author

thanx bumpsysmum i have tons of old poems, i cant put em all on hubpages lol

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Bumpsysmum 5 years ago from Cambridgeshire

Try!! Please!! :-)

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Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana Author

well these are a start lol. i have like a bunch of notebooks completely filled at home, and a bunch on my myspace, thats where these were posted.

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Astra Nomik 5 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

The first poem is an interesting road-movie almost. Romance must have been tough for you, Nikki. Finding that special person is a painful process. I know these are written from times past, but I hope things are better for you.

"Paper Flames" is very honest and you hold nothing back in your poetry. Same with "Shattered", you are on a Roller Coaster of Love and it seems to pass into hell at times. You have had some tough experiences, Nikki.

Your words are like a light that can be blinding they are so strong, but I can't help but look into it.

Goodness, please find a nice sweet wonderful person and make that person love you to bits. Or I will send a gang of people after him if he doesnt. LOL.

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bbnix 5 years ago from Southern California

I'm in that gang...

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Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana Author

lol awww thanks you guys, astra you are wonderful. yes ive been through a lot of heartache on my love rollercoaster. more downs than ups. but i learned from all of those past mistakes and past loves, and they brought me to the person i am with and who i am today. and i do believe ive finally found someone nice sweet and wonderful who loves me to bits. love is like a light, thats blinding but you cant turn away from. Its one of those things its so ugly but you cant help to look at it lol, or it hurts so much but you cant help doing it, yea...love is a lot of things. and it never was easy for me.

V Qisya 5 years ago

well said ;D I love it!

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