Lisa Nickle
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The woman draws SUNFLOWERS
in the vain belief
it will draw her closer to the Son.
That something in their nature
...
And when the night starts knocking at your door
I want you to remember
when we owned the night.
I mean put it in its place,
...
Little and yet all I know of war
amounts to casualties
littering my chest
desire and piety
...
I am a tangle of hair
drunk on sleep
limbs heavy
rooted to silken sheets
...
I make love...
No
I am incapable of such a creation
I can make chaos
...
Oh to see myself
as in the portal of your eyes.
To be the woman
your pupils encircle.
...
It is a perfectly painless process,
having your heart stolen.
So much so, you barely feel it.
Yet when you try to take it back...
...
This is like grilled cheese on Sundays
and dancing through Monday
because it is the only way to go.
Tuesday keeps its own time and wonders
...
God spare the heart of those to wander
though their feet know where they go
their souls are broken pieces
that only angels know
...
We live our lives on the edge
the edge of a coin poised for flipping.
Will today be a good day
or a bad day?
...
That summer,
it was our solace and salvation,
giving us adventures to dare together
and quiet moments in sunshine.
...
And she sings
as though he heart were never broken
and Hell
is just the memory in her back pocket
...
Could you write your fingers bloody
and would you want to try.
If only so you could have page upon page
to splatter your walls
...
Drowning in grey
she knew nothing but illusion.
Black and white pictures faded from brilliance.
They stare
...
This is for all the times you have an itch in need of scratching
A dream in need of catching
And people and places you would
Happily never see again
...
The gentleman writes to me
with eyes that see
my cracks and failure,
my lack of grandeur.
...
Lisa Nickle Biography
Born into circumstance little different than others, I have a mother and father, a sister. I conquered childhood with stick swords and lined paper wide enough for well practiced script. I was the smiling girl in high school with wide hips and terrible fashion sense, writing in a spiral school book in every spare second. I once favored pencil over pen, perhaps afraid of my own voice, but as I grew older I found I liked leaving a stain on the world. I studied words whenever I could whether by reading or trying my hand. Was inspired by teachers, the best of the best. They made me want to inspire too. This is why I recently graduated with a degree in Education. At present, I live in China, teaching English to a society that has a hard time making room for creativity. Too many people fighting for too many jobs, and higher education means studying til you drop. But I love it. The city can be as dirty or as beautiful as you wish to see it. I prefer to keep my eyes from ugly things.)
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On Faith
The woman draws SUNFLOWERS
in the vain belief
it will draw her closer to the Son.
That something in their nature
could inspire her to have faith.
But these flowers follow so blindly
this body giving them life.
How could THEY
not dare to question why
all things depend on one such thing?
Many would call this foolish
Perhaps, some would chime in ‘bold’
and yet here she is
pen to paper praying
for divine deliverance
from blind submission.
Yet there she has it
at the tip of her quill.
Her faith is not blind at all
but driven
by an outer force
like sunshine
in the face of flowers.
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