Biography of Nicole Baker
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Nicole Baker Poems
Fear is something in the corner of the room, Fear is when something was once good and now has turned, Fear is life, Fear is death, Fear is letting go of you're small childs hands,
You'Re Not My Friend.
Your not my friend are you? The very person im facing with no feelings.
Round and round it goes Spinning faster and faster and time goes by The ringmaster laughing at the little boys and girls screams of joy Their parents watching from the sidelines a
Holding On To Someone Worth Keeping
Holding on to you're gentle hand keeps me awake, hearing you're breath lets me know that im not dreaming so late, hearing you're voice lifts my spirts up high, you're eyes see though me like a glass of water,
My Eye's Tell A Story.
Look towards my eyes. I forgot you can't. You can see what you did to me. To make my cry, to make me understand.
The sea is not just blue. It's array of greens, turquoises with a shimmer of gold when the sunlight hits the surface. The grass is not just green from each and individual blade. There can be little drops of rainbows from dew in the early morning. The sun is not just some flaming yellow ball in the sky. It has a mixture of gold, red and orange emblazed in its surface. Colours don't just come in the ordinary red, blue and yellow. They come in a palette of shades. Look closely at that red rose and you will notice that there is a hint on purple indented in the petals. Wake up and smell those brown and black coffee beans and look at the colours of the world in a different light.
Happiness Has Been Your Gift To Me
Happiness has been your gift to me All these years of melody and pain, Pleasure, hardship, wanton rhapsody, Pure delight and hard, wind-driven rain.
If i am immortal can you still hear me cry? If i scream will you come and see me die?
A Child Is The Greatest Gift
A child is the greatest gift That our lives can bestow. It brings the most exquisite joy That we will ever know.
Wisper Me My Golden Wedding Ring.
Wisper to me. Tell me everything. Tell me why you placed a golden ring on my finger, is it love and lust? or is it hate and sadness u seek.'Why does your eyes weep my love? ' i said on a cold and clear winters night.'I cry because im happy to be in a place where its just you and me'.he replied, You touched my face with cold hands, i now remember nothing..... Of you or that night, as it took me away. In a box i layed with a single wisper in my memory locked the last thing you gave me was not want i expected from someone as important as you.A gold wedding ring you placed in my hand. ' Marry me please' you said in a voice i'll never forget.
I Dont Belive In Hope Anymore...
people say 'hope is everything! ' but its not, hope is away of grabbing someone and using it against them, Just like you did, i trusted you. I told you my dreams, my life story, my hopes.
For My Sister Katyx
Im counting the hours hopeing to find away to escape myself at the thought of you. Im counting the prays as i walk into gods arms of forgivness.
Am I Sober Yet?
Im trying to think while lying in the middle of the road. Am i sober yet?
Who Is She? ......
Who is she? the one who haunts my nightmares? the child in the broken play ground left alone with ashes around her feet? Who is she?
The girl in the Red and white dress.Why does she look at me in the way she does with shallow green eyes and lips to burn my face, i asked her 'Who are you'. 'The girl in your nightmares' she replied in a voice i longed to hear, 'this is my anwser but your faith will save me, From me' she carried with her a single bit of faith in a locket i held so close before.'