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Nicole Rogers Poem
The water was dark and still as I watched the ragged sail ripple slightly from the smooth breeze.
This cloth that will be a part of my fate. The piece I allowed to completely demolish me or unlikely pursue my inevitable dissolve.
There was some frustration in the fact that even being alone on this boat, the sounds of the water slopping on the sides was enough to drive me insane.
There is no such thing as silence.
Even the stars were too bright to close my eyes.
I don't know how I got here.
I guessed how to make a sail, used what clothes were near and said, it.
So, I'm sailing.
Without wind, of course.
Hoping for high seas and lightning.
But, my thoughts are my reckoning.
I'll eventually turn back.
The torture is.. what I went to discover was not what I expected.
No pirates or secluded islands.
Just nothing.
Even though I made it this far,
Who cares?
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Nicole Rogers Poem
Do you ever wish you'd never been born?
Never again?
Do I play a role in your misery?
Or, did our paths cross to confirm inevitable suffering?
I'm weak and addicted.
Mayonnaise brain.
Unfiltered rants that indulge self hate.
Pushing the limits.
I don't want to be what I created.
Seem is adjacent.
No satisfaction.
Coincidence is comfortable in the simile of simplicity.
Just one second and we fall.
Gravity is there. I accepted whatever outcome
Without a breath of consequence.
Never again.
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Nicole Rogers Poem
Reeses pieces
I remember when the wrapper ripped
When I gave you one as a consequence
When I kept them hidden
They are haunting
It couldn't be gummy bears
You disappeared
We are in a judgment
Burned at the stake
Honesty is meh
Does the chocolate melt inside the hard candy shell?
Over and over
Want to break free
I just let it be
Unconsumed
Confused
There is no try anymore
I want to write about you
It was a path
Journey to the core
I don't have a clue
What is an empath?
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Nicole Rogers Poem
My mind is infrequent
Not eloquent... I guess.
Your mind is a bottle
Amused at the thrill of what?
Smoke clouds unused..
Problems askewed.
Deep wrenching can't stand me's
And nothing to lose.
It's fire?
It's yours?
I try to unbox?
I'm amused
In a sense of collapse.
You're standing with a new shot. It's a bone...
Severed.
Unusually brittle.
A stone skipped on water.
Exciting, but belittled
Ready, 3...2..1
A secret.. treasured.
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Nicole Rogers Poem
The recipient
Weathered expectations
The heaviness was unable to hold.
I fell. Not on purpose.
I was new to this too.
My warmth was a mystery.
You saw me crumble.
I never meant to be apart of so much damage.
I slipped.
The adrenaline was enticing.
All power lost.
Never trust
Texas weather
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