Long Nichole Poems

Mental Abuse 
By Ricky Flanigan

I wrote this when I was in my worst a few months back, feeling it!

I'm locked up mentally, increasingly destroying my reputation,
Hangin' on the line between 1st class and starvation,

Staring at...

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An Inmates Letter of Exhaust From Addiction
~Ricky Nichole Flanigan

 An inmate’s life is built with love, but permanently judged by social population,
 The unjust society plus there own family pushed mental states towards self mutilation.

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The "shocking" news gets all the pub,
while the worthwhile takes the back seat.
People are generally more concerned
about the scare that is Britney's hair 
or lack thereof.Or about the final 
resting place for Anna Nichole when...

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I Didn’t Ask to Fall in Love With You, It Just Happened"   05-21-15


I Didn’t ask to fall in love with you, it just happened

I try not to Love you

When i awake in the...

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She lays you down in bed
As you start to fall asleep
She stares at your face
While you start to dream
She rubs your head
In the motion of a stream,
As you finally dose
She looks at your eyes
You are...

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Inside my heart there was an empty space,
it was waiting for you.
Something changed in my life, a sudden burst of happiness came over me,
a reality so true.

I always felt something was missing,
until the day I...

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I was the captain of the Amber Nichole
No prouder captain was there than me
She was the very essence of my soul
A finer ship never sailed any sea.

We braved the seas from shore to shore
In search...

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O God of the universes of Creation as a whole
I raise my hands; and open my heart and soul.'
Prostrate I call upon your power, to bless my
Friends in these long dark hours' these days
Long abhorred...

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Construde for human Interpitaion 
Bound by facts and falsification 
Eccentricities of my perception 
Attempting to twist and cloud the socially excepted guidelines 
Stoping the ignorance instilled through stereotypes that bind free minds
 Looking past knowledge...

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Here I am: a product of coffee shop
    bricks and apparition footsteps-freakishly
    paradoxical, hungrily swallowing placebos 
    disguised as Penicillin.
I harbor words deep into my hingeless...

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Silk scarved words; silver lined apocalypse-
   A distant stars regret will not ever
Surmount rash amounts of emotion, this
   Disgusting leak of Heart, preyed on. Never
To match sunstroked day breaking; wint'ry
 ...

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A demon, you say? A boy with blank
    eye sockets and lips of fire-restless
    words tumble from his flower of a mouth;
I think Ashbery talked about this in some
...

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A thousand midnights tread,
Highwire circus acts
Traversing the lavender Horizon-crease;

I memorize such sudden perforations,
Keep them under my swollen tongue
Only to purge them gracelessly
Back into your fist.
Replace my stumbling almost-words
With vastness:
A self-induced universe freckled by
Cauterized cigarette burn...

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We have been through so much,
yet, somehow we have survived it all.
Through the good times and the bad, the sorrow and the pain, the smiles and the 
frowns,
but, here we are still standing tall.

Together we...

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Of all the Little Kings climbing
Hand over foot towards viciously tantalizing, grandiose
Constellations of which whir and buzz as wind up toys,
Glow worm manifestations
Of hanging mobile stars suspended from thread
Woven by The Fates from dreams vicarious
And...

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I have been at a loss for cumbersome syllables
And dislocated octaves,
Which tumble in lazy metaphors from lips
Smeared with cheap makeup in declarative shades
Of fire engine spectacles, muddy rouge,
Polluted sunset pink,
To mask a cadaver's stitches, preventing
My...

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Fleeting moments suspended in freezing air,
     One-sided passion burning like a cigarette,
A taste of feigned innocence and feigned lack of care
     Moving to the music of dreams...

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Twist around the rim, a drunken ballerina
   Of unsorts, elbow deep in catastrophic
Breakings-perfected works of fiction shatter a
   Curtain call. Lasting shards of what I can't stop; it
Burrows into my flesh,...

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by: Kelsey Nichole Morgan




everytime i sit here; and think;

when i think i see you;

you make me smile;

laugh; i miss you;

all those great times weve had;

i wish we could have more memories;

with these thoughts in my...

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Blanketed in overlapping dark,
Feign ignorance to secret words
Creeping sweetly through the
Body, like ivy up the sides of Usher House.

Meander the cobblestone streetcorners,
Lining the distance between here
And nowhere, without regard for pools
Of lamplight that dapple the...

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Visual cacophonies: I witness
     Them, blithe and impaired-smouldering like a 
 Cigarette. Phoenix, to rise from ashes
     Is irrelevance; flame is far from a
Necessity to warmth, though...

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There is a glare of stray sunlight
daring to reverberate
through spiderwebbed glass I haven't
found energy to fix
in the span of four years.
It is too much of a mirror,
too tangible a thought,
to make new.
It's lithe fingers, thin...

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Through the fluttering buds, pregnant with
Colourful blossoms in their child green
Cuccoons. Sunlight filters, flittering in a 
Mid-afternoon breeze. It carries the scent of
Ocean tides on featherlight wings.

A spiders web, moist with dew, draws the light...

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Inhale the impossibilities, framing faces
with Boston smog and Alston fumes
freezing on eyelashes
you swore you have seen before

on some train through downtown Hell,
a crust-dripping slice of allyway
propped up with rusting mortar;
or probably both.

And all the City's...

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We sit in silence. Two mute souls with the capacity to speak.
You on the sofa playing solitaire on the tablet we bought last week; 
I, with my note pad, scribbling words on a crowded sheet;...

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