Nick's Poetry Section

[Fluxy]

Hey, Guys! So, Writing poetry really helps me calm down, and felt I might as well post some just because. I am not sure if I will update it really, but I hope to sometimes.

(PS: If you didn't realize it already, you read it from column to column. [Aka all of #1, then #2, then #3])

My Past

                    1                                                                          2                                                                              3

Do you remember? Way back then?                            Mother was so nice, and kind!                                            But even with these new friends,

The truth of that Nicholas' cry?                                    Never mean or mad.                                                          His fears would not run.

We didn't tend to think much of it,                                Always read him one more story.                                      Nick still hated to wake up,

Things like that were usually kept sly.                          Always helped him when he was sad.                                Not liking the feel of the sun.

It all goes back, to his first day.                                    It came that age, where Nick truly wondered.                    It made life easier though,

Born with a mother, yet no father.                                This question he had not asked.                                        Having someone of which to talk.

He was born silent, and with ease,                              "Mommy, where is Father?" The young boy questioned.    Someone to laugh with on occasion,

Nobody thought he would be a bother.                        The truth, although, she masked.                                      Someone to color with, using his chalk.

Through childhood he grew up odd.                            "Well, you see now." She started.                                      Kyle made him feel less worried,

With only women he grew around.                              "Your father is not ready." A lie started to form.                  Pressure he no longer felt.

Many times did he observe this order,                        "He promised though, once he was,                                    He was helping him with years to pass,

He learned to never make a sound.                              He would rush back, faster than a storm!"                        Until it started to melt.

"Men are strong, brave, and sacrificing!"                      The falsehood worked, by surprise!                                    The day he moved, was horrible.

Are the tales this one was taught.                              Nick was happy by the answer.                                          Nick started feeling his pain.

It didn't matter what he wanted,                                He now had something good to hope for,                            He begged god to bring him back,

Desires were thought of not.                                      The happiness was just a cancer.                                        But no answer ever came.

He learned these, and remembered well.                    All it did was fill his dreams,                                                 As Nick grew older, he became different.

He learned with which to side.                                     With false happiness, and some hope.                                Never wanting any connections,

He didn't like being the only one like this,                    It did though change his morale,                                        Never asking for help, or advice,

So he chose to not abide.                                            For now he did not mope.                                                    But still susceptible to family deceptions.

Tears flowing down, the sound of a whine,                  He went and told his sister this,                                        The hope stopped running him,

Normal signs of sorrow.                                             By age she was eleven higher.                                          He felt he had nothing.

Guardian's did not look kind to this,                            She put a fake grin, and hugged him so,                            But when "That" day came,

It was always hard to see tomorrow.                          Now she too became a liar.                                                Everything stopped, even the bluffing.

Pre-school came, once he turned six.                          The years pass by, and that time came.                            Mother and son, the argument was raging.

He entered with some fear.                                          The time that hormones start to act.                                  It was obvious he was not doing well.

But most the children did seem nice,                            Where you started living and learning,                              He got tired of being weak and passive.

Now friendship he started to dear.                              The age where people became compact.                            His next method would surly sell.

Little boys play with trucks,                                          Nick lost many friends,                                                 "I still have Dad to hope on!",

And girls stick to their dolls.                                     Not all saw him for who he was inside.                              His ace in the hole he finally played.

Men always needed to be strong,                             "That kids Fat! And look at his hair!"                                    Mother looked at him, a tear being shed.

To catch the women's falls.With these taunts,            His emotions were hard to hide.                                          But the grin on her face still stayed.

Nicholas was not good at this.                                     "The crybaby", "the emo"!                                                  "You think that?" She started,

This made him always think.                                        More names were soon to hurt.                                          "What is he going to do?"

He enjoyed the tea parties and the talk,                    "He's gay! What a fag!"                                                 Nick's smile faded as mother continued.

He wanted to wear the color pink.                              He resided with none, he felt like dirt.                                "I lied. Face facts, he never wanted you!"

Nick was now in grade school.                                    But he still could hope,                                                        After this, he ran to his room.

He found and met new friends.                                    Even if just for a bit.                                                         His heart could not find peace.

Sure, a small argument now and then,                        His dad would one day come!                                              His life was filled with many lies,

But always ended with amends.                                  He thought this as he sit.                                                    He could not make it cease.

Boys disliked girls, and stayed with each other.          The nerds, the band geeks.                                                  Tears flowed down; He had a plan.

So the same went for the "Others".                            These were those that had heart.                                        His emotions would never settle.

Little Nicholas now had friends from none,                  Nick felt happy again.                                                            He made sure no one was there,

All he had was his mother.                                          He finally had a new start.                                                    And fixed his issues with metal.

                                                                                                                                                                                  Do you remember now? Way back then?

                                                                                                                                                                                  The truth of that Nicholas' cry?

                                                                                                                                                                                  We should have thought more of it.

                                                                                                                                                                                  It's a shame he had to die...

[Redeemer]

... You have a real talent there Nick. Don't let go of it. That was some beautiful reading.

[Fluxy]

... You have a real talent there Nick. Don't let go of it. That was some beautiful reading.

Thank you!

(Also, this was not the one I entered for the Competition I talked about. I felt that talking about personal matters would be best not to openly discuss amongst them.)

[CrypticQuery]

That......was....simply stunning .  As Redeemer said you've got a real talent there, great job! . 

OffTopic: You know what calms me down?  Either watching AVGN or Blades of Steel on NES :)

[Kid_Cortet]

that...made me cry......

[Fluxy]

That......was....simply stunning .  As Redeemer said you've got a real talent there, great job! . 

Thanks. I consider it bad, but that is because I am really picky when it comes to this stuff. : /.

that...made me cry......

I'm sorry. I hardly write on the happy side of schemes. *Shrug* I might do one like that though. I really have been spending more time on this than stories right now.

[Redeemer]

Thank you!

(Also, this was not the one I entered for the Competition I talked about. I felt that talking about personal matters would be best not to openly discuss amongst them.)

Hmm, yeah, you have to be careful what you post and where, unless you trust the community. Otherwise your trust gets betrayed and it could lead to being picked on. I've seen it happen. Although I think I speak for us all that all your poetry is welcome here. :)

[Kid_Cortet]

I'm sorry. I hardly write on the happy side of schemes. *Shrug* I might do one like that though. I really have been spending more time on this than stories right now.

no..no....it was a good cry......reminded of my own past  :hehe:

[Fluxy]

One of my classes in school this year is Shakespeare Litterature. So our first assignment was to write a sonnet with the last words of the sonnet being pre-picked. Thought I might as well post it here since it was already typed. (And for those who don't no the rhyme scheme for sonnets, it's ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. The Rhyming words were pre-picked.)

Pain of the Heart

You wouldn’t understand me, like my cat,          

My weary head, confused on the pillow.        

For this side is blind; Much more than a bat.          

Wanting this to escape from the willow.

These feelings, ground up rougher than harsh corn,    

They do not but make me hold back my shoe.  

Inside, it hurts. Blood from where it has torn.    

Although, the truth I had already knew.        

My heart, brused easy like a tomatoe,        

Pierced and cut from a blade strong as square.          

It burns; not sturdy as a potato,        

But there are others this feeling can share.

Due to this feeling, I can not feel love.        

My dreams search until it feels like a glove.

---

There it is. It would have gone a lot better If I could have picked the ending words, but eh.

[Kid_Cortet]

still pretty good  :yes:

[sjrathbun812]

That's O.K. Keep it up.