Biography of Nicole Brewer
I was born October 11th,1995. So that means I'm 14 years old. I secretly want to become a writer day. Nothing special about me exept my Random-ness to cover up my fake smile. (i think I was found out! !) But Oh well. I was born in someplace in Wisconsin. Raised by both my mom and my dad. When I was about 3, my cousin, who was mentally unstable, came to live with us. I grew up with the same people at the same school, until about middle school when we were split up. I am now dreading high school, and trying to make the best out of my last year in junior high.
Nicole Brewer's Works:
No offical books relised yet.
Nicole Brewer Poems
What Is Depression?
I see around me 'Depression is this' 'Depression is that' Depression is hell
The lights are on Slowly making my way out there I can't see
This is my poem, my thoughts, dont steal it. As her head hangs down, A note was attached to her door.
Little Baby Bird
Little baby bird, Under your mother's wing, When will you fly? When will you sing?
What Happened To Me?
This is mine, I wrote it, Don't steal it Stuck in this seat.
First part, more to come. It's a series of small poems written like diary entries. I wrote it, don't steal them Dear Diary,
Used To It
I'm Used to it, Seriously. It's always been this way. I was always the one.
This is mine, I own it. Don't steal it. You think I'm so fragile. That If you tell me what you think,
Behind A Glass Wall
This is mine, I wrote it, no stealing The music flows around her,
This is mine, I wrote it, Don't steal it They were there
This is mine, I wrote it, don't steal it. The sky is the limit Or so I've been told
(for Nobody08) We Miss You
This is my poem, not anyone else's, Don't steal. I didn't get to know you,
Have You Ever? ?
Have you Ever wanted something so bad
I made this poem when I was (and still is) crushing hard on a boy in my class.. My cheecks turn red, The desk underneath me
What Is Depression?
I see around me
'Depression is this'
'Depression is that'
Depression is hell
When you think of the world
as your enemy
And you run away
To your world,
Yet people try to pull you back,