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@iekikanikole
my biggest mistake
my gorgeous girl in clouded shadows saw purple pain on my face in the shape of his palm. Like a traveling acrobat, she
tiptoed towards a plastic t-ball bat, then
horse-like galloped across the room
squeaking hysterically in a 3-year-old’s voice,
DON’T TOUCH MY MOM!
yeah, everything he did was wrong but what I did was even worse
I let her watch me stay too long
I’m sorry
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The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter
The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter
The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter (Instagram Prompt 15 #AmyKayPoemADay – Inspiration from McSweeney’s and the list of Kristen Martin and Maureen Devenny)
the heart is a people pleaser it just wants everyone else to be happy even if it ends up heavy the heart carries their weight as its own it can barely find the door to let oxygen in
the heart is suffocating just so they can breathe
the heart tries to…
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🖤 #holy #religion #you
😐 #regret #sledgehammer #castle
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So... I guess I'm officially in the process of writing a book/collection of poetry (thanks to encouragement and motivation from an old friend ☺). Here's a "snippet" from my poem titled Summer's Salt. More to come soon. Enjoy. #summer #summerssalt #poetry #poems #anchors #regret #wetpaint #writing #snippet #wrinkles #goodnight #goodbye #samedifference
Seashell
1. Don't stick that seashell to your ear and listen to the waves crashing from your grandma's bedroom like dark crashes into the light at dawn and his peachy silhouette on the pillar porch, like your heart crashed into his and now he's gone and you’ll never get him back so you’re a panicky mess.
2. Don't stick that seashell to your ear; it'll become a memory you can't unhear and 30 years from now you'll be standing in the kitchen making maple-flavored maltomeal for your 9-year-old because you're out of bacon; and it'll be dancing in the distance like his fingers danced across your freckled skin and then disappeared, and you're left paralyzed and wondering if you ever really heard it.
3. Don't stick that seashell to your ear; it's like your ancestors are talking to you but all at once, flinging warning shots in the middle of a midlife crisis, bullets filled with anxiety and things you should have done but never did and now you’ll never get the chance to because death is like your best friend's house that's just around the corner; you could walk there if you wanted, but you just want to live.
4. Don't stick that seashell to your ear; it'll drive you mentally insane with wonder humming a familiar tune like childhood, like your grandmother bringing you midnight lemonade to cure heartburn while you watched the Golden Girls and Patty Duke and curled up in her warm nook of the bed; and her hands, soft as pearls, smoothing back your thin blonde hair with her sacred scarlet ribbon voice; and they’ll all say you’re the lucky one because you had her the longest but now you can’t even remember her scent.
5. Don't put that seashell to your ear and listen to the waves like the racing lace on the ring of a magic mirror that’s destroyed generations of could-have-beens; because sooner than you’d like it to, it’ll be the only thing you hear and you’ll lay awake at night embracing a solitaire sound that came from a seashell you put to your ear while your grandfather slept in a living room leather reclining chair drinking cold coffee and forgot every name of every street he ever drove and ever person he ever knew; he even forgot how to chew.
But I’d bet these monsters in my head he remembered his “seashell” like I’ll remember you.
-iekika nikole
#poetry #poems #2amthoughts #carridethoughts I wonder how many years can pass by without me crossing your mind, because I can't go more than five miserable minutes without you crossing mine -iekika nikole
#poetry #poems #iekikanikolepoetry #inp #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #words #practicing #darkpoetry #cartwheels #broomsticks #sourmilk Thought I’d cleared these monsters from my counter space, yet they sting my tongue like sour milk gnawing at my crippled gums curdled in crannies of my shameful mouth. See, I gambled and I lost myself Oh, what I’d give to silence creaking steps and paint the pillars white again. Oh, what I’d give to lay beneath the peeing tree and run barefoot in the sand again; but I let evil swallow me whole instead... Now my caged and wasted happiness is hurling blackened butterflies about, like sandpaper scratching lacy drapes drenched in my own tormented remains and blindly clawing my way out; With fat, sweaty fingers clenched around my neck I’m begging freedom from a sinful silhouette. nothing more than a stranded lunatic wondering if I’ll ever be that girl again, the one who cackled freely while doing cartwheels on broomsticks. I just really miss myself
Thought I’d cleared these monsters from my counter space, yet they sting my tongue like sour milk gnawing at my crippled gums curdled in crannies of my shameful mouth. See, I gambled and I lost myself Oh, what I’d give to silence creaking steps and paint the pillars white again. Oh, what I’d give to lay beneath the peeing tree and run barefoot in the sand again; but I let evil swallow me whole instead... Now my caged and wasted happiness is hurling blackened butterflies about, like sandpaper scratching lacy drapes drenched in my own tormented remains and blindly clawing my way out; With fat, sweaty fingers clenched around my neck I’m begging freedom from a sinful silhouette. nothing more than a stranded lunatic wondering if I’ll ever be that girl again, the one who cackled freely while doing cartwheels on broomsticks. I just really miss myself
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#poetry #poems #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #woman #broken #inp #iekikanikole #iekikanikolepoetry #writing #words I wonder what kind of mother, friend, sister, lover, what kind of woman I'd be, if I hadn't had a husband who took shards of his own broken soul and poked holes in me.
#throwback #poemcrazy #poems #poetry Wild Child stampeding earth like she owns the skies-- bring me freedom If only I could live like her, blinded and unknowingl
#fatherless #poetry #poems #iamyourfather #brother #love at a funeral he mumbles, "I don't have a father..." his haunted hallways finally hollowed, toughed up and tainted by a one-too-many "fishing, I'll be there by three" promise his heavy, tar-stained heart now plucked vows like bloody strings on a guitar and crippling "don't have a dad" darkness; love, you shouldn't have to force it so you left it where he left you-- on the doorstep; and I wonder what's worse: one that's buried and you never knew or a fiend with a son he never gave a chance to? perhaps you can love him once he's dead -iekika nikole
#throwback he gave me something to write a song about, and now words flowing through my mind still whisper his name and echo into my soul -iekika nikole #poetry #poems #firstlove
#justathought #random #writingpractice #writing #problems
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#poetrypractice #poems #words #drugs #poetry #writing she let go of arcane hesitations and makeshift misery; crawled frantic into shadows of his safehouse sobriety now she's screeching in the hallways with blushing demon's lungs; Winter was her solace but Summer is her drug she always throws the first stone and loves the taste of blood -iekika nikole
#brokenwithhope your snarled and sunsoaked oaths, broken and filling my lungs with salted caramel smoke, paralyzing the fight in me, my used-to-be unburdened melody now nothing more than a bare guestroom bursting with deceitful muddy-stained hope #poetrypractice #poetry #poems #words #hope #inpoetry #writer