Biography of Shannon Nicole
I'm 18. I've been writing since I was about.. twelve. Around the time that my mom and dad got their divorce.. Around the time that everything went down hill. I've been known to write about how others are feeling, but I have written a few about me, my love, and my life. I can't really say that I'm 100% the best, but I can say that I'm am trying my hardest to become noticed. I have scared people with my poetry and I have touched people's hearts. I can't promise that I will be the best. I can't promise that I'll write something that everyone can be compared to. I write when I'm bored, depressed, pissed off, or deep in thought. I used to be able to write at least 45 to 60 poems in a day. I would carry around a notebook, so when I had an idea.. I could write it down without a mistake. I have the worst memory, so my writing ideas have been a little low lately. I can't really say that I'm not trying, but I can't really say that I'm trying either. Although, I can promise you all that I will try to see what comes to mind. If you have any ideas for me, feel free to message me and tell me them. I may or may not agree with them, but I will try. Thank you so much for reading and commenting my poems. It means a lot to me to know that there are at least some creative people in the world that share my interests. Thanks. Bye.
Shannon Nicole's Works:
None yet. I wish to be able to publish at least one book before I die.. So then, I can be remembered.
Shannon Nicole Poems
A Father Figure...
Usually a father figure would be someone that cares, Obviously..Mine does not. He'll visit once a month, Not even that.
She could walk this earth with empty eyes, But once someone makes her laugh, She can't hide the fact that she loves to smile. She could look away in an argument,
Life Still Goes On [[junior Year Poetry ...
So there's heart breaks And pain out bursts Tales of so many liars Tears breaking through your clouded eyes
I've always wondered what it'd be like to wake up next to you. I've always wondered how it'd be if I opened my eyes to your smile. I've always wanted to know if looking into your eyes, Was the one thing I've always longed for.
My Place, Your Place, Our Place.
Imagining a perfect world, No rules, no mistakes. Just everything we want, All laid out and pretty.
Dear God, I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry I have never believed in you. I never did until the day your son helped my mother through it all.
We could be the oldest of our age group. But could act the foolish of our class. Not because we're idiots. But because we're kids within.
Just Wish I Knew.
Days and days, That's what keeps me thinking. Him and her, That's what keeps me going.
I found this hero today. They looked right through me, As though I were invisible. They never noticed me,
A Dream? [[freshman Year Poetry Slam]]
Sleeping in a pile of garbage on the streets. Only eating the fresh food on the ground. Searching for change in the corners of curbs. Sitting under a balcony, so the ran don't hit her feet.
Gummy Bears. Lol.
She got a box of gummy bears from a friend, On her seventeenth birthday this year. Red, green, yellow, clear colored gummy bears. Not really tasting the color or the sort,
Swimming in a place, Can't see, can't breathe. Pushed deep, Lying at the bottom.
I Really Hate You Right Now.
Why do you have to confuse me? Why do you have to say you miss me? Stop lying to me. You don't miss my smile.
Close your eyes, And dream. Dream of a life you would like to live. Deam of a place you would like to go.
With blades shining so bright
All those times
With blood shattered on the walls
Wondering if I should have told you at the beginning..
Thinking, maybe you wouldn't notice for awhile..
Unloved & broken
Living off Life's lies
Dead & forgotten