Author: Nicole Kinzel

  • Get Ahold of Yourself

    In the quiet is where I fall apart. Tears tasting like the lost dreams of yesterday. They are magic you see. Invisible in public and you would never know. But a storm always comes. In public is not where I get ahold of myself. It is in the quiet where I charge my magic. For…

  • Friend Poem

    Dear friend, where have you gone? Disappeared along with yesterday’s innocence. Punished by circumstance. Where have you gone? To a different world I never can exist in. Sent away because of the actions of another. Where have you gone? Sealing those memories up in a golden bag to never open. I yearn for that lost…

  • Double Down Poem

    I wish I knew when to fold. The cards keep coming and show no signs of stopping. I may feel confident in my abilities. Ready to handle another hit. So I do what I do best. I double down. *** Maybe the situation is not going so well. I should probably be cautious about my…

  • Fire Moths Poem

    Some people are like fire moths. Born into desire. Wrapped in all they could ever want. Simply made of a coveted fire. Never familiar with the dark. Never knowing they had something to admire. *** But what is left to do but flutter? They have all that they need. Do they have any goals? Blind…

  • The Turtle Poem

    The turtle rises. Beak long since broken. A facade hiding the teeth it was never supposed to have. The prey it hunts may run for a time. It never had to hurry to begin with and it never had to try. For the fates of all things are written on its back. *** Would you…

  • Hiatus

    Due to both mental and physical stress, I will be taking a break from daily posting for an indeterminate period of time. I have been posting daily for over two years minus one day I missed on accident. All of you have been wonderful and I remember every single like and comment. I promise to…

  • Not Real Poem

    I feel like a sad song. Not sad because I have given up, but because it is my life. It is not real. The house in my head can never be real. The only do over is in imagination. And wrongs can never be made right. All the damage is too much for my sensitive…

  • Not Enough Poem

    This is not enough. My soul cries for excellence that my body does not know. This is not enough. My heart yearns for a reward for my struggle. This is not enough. My mind calls for a solution that does not yet exist. This is not enough. My fate demands to be greater than my…

  • A Free Day Poem

    Today is a free day. Same as every other day. Every day past the end of the world is a blessing. Every day granted beyond that is a gift. A chance to do better. An opportunity to enjoy something new. Ignore the rain of yesterday because it does not matter. For today is a free…

  • Promise Breaker Poem

    I know him by many names. The Cruel One, Withholder of Love, and The Lazy Struck. But there is only one title that describes him fully. For he is The Promise Breaker. The one that does not care about feelings. *** So many things were promised. Both things that could and could not happen. All…