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Olivia Nicole Poem
Keep it; leave it; don't stress about it.
Hold it close; adore it and raise it.
Abandon it; forget it was ever there.
Forget about:
Lacey, Tracey, Daisy
Or Patricia, Anisha, Alexa, Esmeralda,
Miguel or maybe even Shontell.
Hate yourself; love yourself.
Receive phone calls every month,
Or see their beautiful sea blue eyes every day.
You decide.
Love; Is what brought you here,
So why would he walk out if its positive? He should stay even if,
That blue strip turned negative.
Don't OVER populate,
But NEVER underestimate.
The power of the motion floating back and forth,
Like a boat in the ocean.
Heat of the moment,
Your body an mind are controlled by emotions.
This baby, will be yours,
Forever.
Whether you abandon it or cherish it.
For 9 months you waddle and grow with size,
Only wishing to see your damn thighs.
Its not what you thought.
Protection never fully protects when it becomes,
Well…
Useless in this matter.
This little boy, this little girl,
Is the best thing thats happened to you, No matter how you see it.
Pablo; Francisco; Bruno;
They could be your amigo.
Sally; Valarie; Natalie;
You could make these your tragedy,
Only if you walk away,
And let those hormones be.
Copyright © Olivia Nicole | Year Posted 2011
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Olivia Nicole Poem
This girl,
Unknown to the world,
and quiet inside her room.
Jabbering on the phone,
To her one and only.
This girl,
Unaware of the world.
Struggling to keep herself alive,
Thriving on the alcohol
The only thing keeping her stress away.
This girl,
Shut out from the world,
her body reaches the limit,
Bound to break,
Bound to die,
She waits.
Inside her room,
Jabbering to her one and only,
drinking without exsistance of the world,
not knowing her strengths nor her weakness,
until her body is beneath the surface,
and the whole world watches,
as the dirt covers her casket.
Copyright © Olivia Nicole | Year Posted 2011
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Olivia Nicole Poem
It's been 5,760 minutes since i cried.
And 4 days since I last came over.
6 hours since we last talked.
It's been 6 months, 203 days, 4,872 hours,
292,320 minutes and 17,539,200,
1,2,3 seconds since i started missing you.
I can't say I don't think bout you 24 hours a day,
7 days a week, for the past 203 days and the last 6 months of our first kiss.
But then I'd be lying.
Copyright © Olivia Nicole | Year Posted 2011
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Olivia Nicole Poem
Through closed eyes i see the world.
for all the strength and weaknesses ,
that haven't even begun
while my eyes lie still .
i can feel the pain and disgust of what could be
and as my eyes rest, the world starts war
war on love and war on revenge
the sky grows dark,
and the clouds take a stroll.
its another stormy day, because my eyes are closed.
when it starts to rain , it really pours
2 blinks from my eyes
and my world is now flooded.
Copyright © Olivia Nicole | Year Posted 2011
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