Biography of Troy Nichols
Troy Nichols was born August 19th 1991 in Watertown New York at Carthage Area Hospital. He gets his feeling for his poems from his life and events that have occured. Currently he is attedening high school and plans on going to college. Also he has already recived an award for writing while in middle school.Which also came with a 100 dollar savings bond. He also likes to play music and write's songs in his spare time...which is all the time. Also to not cause any confusion he currently lives in germany on bitburg Air Force Base.
Troy has decided to become a firefighter once he gets out of high school in a hope to make a difference
Troy Nichols's Works:
none yet but soon to come! !
Troy Nichols Poems
On Angel Wings
On angel wings you do fly On angel wings into the sky On angel wings i do cry Because those angel wings took you away
War Is Pointless
What is the meaning of war? Pointless if you ask me. Young men so strong. Full of future feeling free
As The Cold Wind Blows
As the cold wind blows I smile and laugh As the cold wind blows Im warm and safe
The Things We Say.
The things we say burn The things we say heal The things we say love The things we say hate
Bright eye's full of fear Hearts full of hate Lungs full of smoke Tears in theirs eyes
The sky smells sweet with new life. The world smiles as the sun comes out And melts away the winter grey. Children laugh and children play
Pain is good. Pain is great. Pain is what keeps me awake. Why does pain have to make me cry.
The Grass Smells Red
The grass smells red. Untill these mortal bounds find thier way into the catostrophic fire's of love and redemption, the grass will smell red. The grass tells a story of wars unsung and battles lost. The grass tells a story of love gained and a fury found again.
Black smoke rises the world stands still shock and fear turns human will hope is gone love is found broken dreams without sound
Where Did This Come From?
It hit like a flood washing over me Where did this come from? It hit like a storm rumbling inside Where did this come from?
Why not be like the blind man Who does not ever see Who cannot judge someone for how they look But for only how they act
Looking For The Right Path
I found myself in a dream alone and on a road I swore i've seen before I came to a spot where the road was split and many paths were ther
Don't cry little child How long must I wait Don't fear little child How long do i suffer?
I smile at you it's not returned A certian feeling i can discern My heart beats slower the gast again My smile fades as I wait for the end
Pain is good.
Pain is great.
Pain is what keeps me awake.
Why does pain have to make me cry.
Why does pain make me die.
In this love is so much pain.
But i would not have it any other way.