Author: Nicole Kinzel

  • Please maintain the roads! -A mini rant

    Everyone hates potholes. They can damage the car and are uncomfortable. Common areas that never really seem to be repaired all the way. That I am also used to at least to a degree. What is inexcusable is when roads are neglected to a degree that causes very real pain. I went to the mall…

  • Forgiven Poem

    Some people believe in a God. All powerful being cleansing of all wrong. Allowing growth into a better person. Remaining unattached to guilt and loathing. Not flawless in origin but better now. A human known for learning from mistakes and not for them. *** I put forth a question for both those that do and…

  • Hospital Waiting Room Poem

    I sit patiently in the waiting room lobby tucked into a corner. I have to be patient because patient is my role. Waiting as long as it takes to get help. Even if it takes hours. Surrounded by others in better or worse condition. Yet always the same position. *** I look around and see…

  • Doing Enough Poem

    You are doing enough. Working to the level you can. Living without judgment from me. Unique and beautiful even if facing problems I do not know the exact details of. Striving to move forward in your own way. I never have kept it record of your failures. *** I worry I am not doing enough.…

  • Diamonds Poem

    People say diamonds are created under pressure. That may be true. They say that people work the same way. That is a horrible simplification. Heavy with blame and dark failure. Towards those that collapse under the crushing wait and confused as to what they did wrong. *** Diamonds form under very specific circumstances. They start…

  • Being Right Poem

    I hate it when they are right. It cements them in their ways. Even if wrong in everything else. Detestable confidence. Hated power. Unobtainable level far beyond me. *** I hate it when I am right. It makes no impact in the end. Simple to me but incomprehensible to them. No apology ever given in…

  • Open Blue

    I lay on my back on the grass. The sky stares in return. Neither of us seem to be able to come to conclusion about the other. Just quiet regard. Wind, birds, and other sounds distant passing guests. Leaving the two of us in a silent stare down. *** It used to scare me as…

  • Golden Autumn Poem

    Fall is my favorite season. If you were to ask a hundred people what they like about fall, they might say a lot of the same things. The warm soft comfort of a sweater. The delicious taste of spice and brown sugar dancing on the tongue as you indulge in the flavors of the season.…

  • Funny Bone Poem

    I know that everyone has a funny bone. A reaction to a sudden stimulus that does not feel like expected. It makes some people laugh and others cry. Some people interpret it as entertainment and others a kind of pain that does not really hurt. Often taking the breath away no matter which one. Be…

  • Headache Poem

    Rain rain Go away. Acting like a thunderstorm in my brain. A messenger of chaos. And a herald of pain. Never giving me a moment to play. *** Anyone have an umbrella? Since it is raining and pouring. Tears falling after the thunder. But my heart is definitely not snoring. The water keeps coming long…