Nick Downer Poems
|85.||Beauty On A Page||12/18/2008|
|87.||Love- Noun, To Be Confused||12/16/2008|
|89.||My Life Is Not A Fairy Tale||12/15/2008|
|91.||Death Of An Illusion||12/18/2008|
|93.||This Lack Of Trust||12/18/2008|
Comments about Nick Downer
it feels like glass
breaking into a million tiny shards
as it hits a brick wall
flying at full force it becomes
nothing but chaos as everything
falls silent after the one loud explosion
as the pieces dissolve together
on the ground,
so does the fury from which
the glass was flung.
ahhh it feels so good
to watch it all break apart.
it feels so good to destroy something
and so then,
maybe the explosion feels good too
maybe after blasting into something
while full of so much kinetic energy,
the calm and meltdown
It was tacked to the back
of your bedroom door.
On a piece of snow white paper,
with pale blue lines, scribbled in black ink,
were the words you could never say.
Words always come too late.
The room still feels silent and still
and your smell lingers on the breeze
coming through your open window.