POEM!

Meditation

By: Nikole UniQue Wallace

It takes my young mind to a very good place.

All the stress in my youth is hard to escape.

The mind, my mind, a terrible thing to waste,

Feels free to roam in the jungle like an ape.

Then, sometimes it feels captured as in a zoo.

Nowhere to run or expand outside the bars,

It has to sit still and not think of you.

This quietness brings the memory of scars.

Yet, this thing you have taught me I remember,

I use it each day to get to the next.

Now thoughts of you are turned into ember.

No more thinking “worry,” no more feeling vexed.

This technique is all I need to survive.

It keeps sanity in and me alive.

Weekend

This weekend has been filled with work, homework and of course the boyfriend. It is getting pretty late so I will call it a night. Back to the usual week, goodnight. Will post new poem and story tomorrow. Ttyl!

Life

Sooo my phone did an update and everything looks totally different. I love updates. Btw, I just read Whitman to my boyfriend and now he is trying to remember some old poetry. Lol. Goodnight.

Tired

Sooooo I made a commitment to myself that I would blog everyday. Sooooo here it is. I ran into someone today. I haven't seen them in over a month. I didn't miss them either. I guess you can call it an awkward moment for us both. I honestly didn't even know what to say. Well, this is my post for today. Tomorrow I will make it my business to post a story or something. Goodnight!

Ode to my Lover

Ode to my Lover

I

That long year that took forever to go by

Those many times I could’ve stayed and not left

Your scent still on my clothes and on my skin

I came home and laid thinking, in great depth.

II

“Thick, naturally arched beautiful brows

The darkest, softest hair I’ve ever seen…”

My fingertips roam his well sculpted face

My body aches for him, a tongue for caffeine.

III           

Now I have him all alone and to myself

The gift of love that awaits just for me

Illuminates a light, shines in high standards

I have found a love that will never leave thee.

Poem "Box"

Box

Dressed in my mother’s blouse

Draped in grandma’s pearls

Sissy’s gold ring

My favorite black slacks.

Spiders, maggots…worms.

Im holding the Bible between my hands

Hair in tight tight curls, just the way I like it

Daddy bought me new shoes

Along with a matching purse

Skin was once soft

Eyes were once brown

Hair was once black

Body was once there.

There is no light

There is no sound

There is no…feel

There is only knowledge that this is real.

It crept upon me so quickly

It never once sent a warning

Is this it?

Is this where I stay?

There has to be more

Until I find out…

          I will have to wait in this box.

College

Sooo now I'm getting into the internship phase of my college career and I realize I need to do more blogging to show my writing skills. I shall blog everyday for the rest of my life.