http://slow.writerscafe.org/sabbath_nikole The original writings of author Sabbath_Nikole en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010161 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A MemoirCreative Nonfiction piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/731643/ This poem was one in a group of my poems that won the Lucy Hall Gordon Prize at my University. =] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/619688/ This poem was one among others in my set that won the Lucy Hall Gordon Prize. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/619687/ Response to my poetry workshop http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/602243/ A midnight spin off. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/587249/ Felt like my head was going to explode, this is the result. [TMS] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/575164/ Mythical Girls # 7 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/574891/ Mythical girls #6 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/574882/ Mythical Girl #5 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/574876/ Mythical girl #4 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/574873/ #2 in my mythical girls http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/574113/ One in a series of poems bout my mythical girls http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/574109/ Mythical Girl #3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/574101/ I'm sick of playingAlong so nicelyI've become quite convincing What a worldWhat a God(If there is one) Why should I force myself?Upon this religionIs it the right one?I'm just so unsure I'm sick of fighting myselfThere's got to be moreWhere'd everyon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/574093/ A hot July morningOne wakes to battleOur souls lost and torn A battle dayOne's lost and only wayTrenches she be our homeOur light in day Two strengths collideDemons and angel battleAs the god watch their children die For a hollow beliefA paradox truthSome.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/574089/ I'm tattooed and scarredMy bruised and battered heartFalling into the hungry abyssDoing nothing to feed its envious greedMy skin marred by ink and bladeMy form unpleasing to allBut mine eyesWe fell, just to stand againMy mutilated body, born many hardshipsAnd still goes onWhen wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/538575/ The sound of geeseIn the dead of nightCompeting with the rushing carsIn the distance The moon's out andI must be lonelyCiggerette smoke trailing through rough fingertipscircling a ring around my fingerAs insubstantial, as our feelingsIn the guise of really being trueOnly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/538570/ You,Break through the iron bars ofthoughtthe tantilizing expressionCalling the sweet blood to my faceGiving way the locked intimacy within You,Show the world, what's between usStuck in tween our scattered thoughtsOur focused passionThe intangible, the untouchableThe forg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/538569/ Dance on GlassCrush those crystalline fragmentsBeneath your feetThe sweet music pulsating within your mindThe broken shards crushed to a fine glittering powderPixie dust between your toesThe music blinding the painCrimson blood, pushing riversbeneath the sandReturning them to their.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/538565/ “If you don’t believe the sun will rise, stand alone and greet the coming night.”-Audioslave-It was dark and cool when I arrived at our home. I should’ve known she was going to be like this. There were no lights shining through the windows, no warmth to greet me and my ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/538408/ That by love and great regretI will find my wayThe winter nights And devilish days, shall be my end Dance on glassSwing your head to the beatShattering disillusionedDreamsUntil your feet bleedSlice open your soleslike betrayed dreamsLeaving their bloodied and f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/538131/ Your MarkForever etched withing my skinForget you not?Tis impossiable  With the memory of your lips,    Burning into mineYour cool touch,  Easing my feverish browFor get you?  Never.My heart's entertwined fatally   With your ownI fear my hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/538121/ My muse is dressed in inkDarker than any I've ever seenbeforeHe sets my heart to soaring Then tears it from my breastIndecision stifling, corroding the link that binds  Uncertainty is falling upon me    My dreams, my thoughts,      are not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/538116/ Related to the poems, that I can't get out of my system. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/519773/  How do I articulate my experiences, my learning when I’m just beginning to understand them? How do you pass on wisdoms when you don’t understand how they got there? My brother needs guidance, he needs hope. He needs belief in the self. How do you articulate hope when no ones ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/502354/ For a friend who had lost all hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/493526/ Blood to boneSinew and stoneMy words are sewnInto the sleeve of my heartTake whats mineEtched forevermoreStolen, left til the end of timeHewn into rockStruck by the soundYour howls of anguishHush nowBoundBy the lies you stoleCarved, swornLiesBlood to boneLies in stone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/493523/ I’m seeing Grim in my eyes againReflected off the waterRushing in the doorOh, guard of warGuard of warHow can thou come for meWhat gatekeepers be you?Why subject to your followersYour lover to such gruesome, horrifying, sites. Children burningMother’s drowning .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/493519/ He’s got her pinned againHer wings bound, crushed bySheer forceShe strugglesFights tooth and nail Wings pinned beneath her spineShe is not your pretty girl Sheer will, struggling to escapeFerocious, and ferialConsuming your consecrated soulsDamned you’ll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/493516/ My soul's departure was not well metThe skeletal hand outstretchedDeath's cold breathStale upon my neckI never claimed I was ready to dieMy heart simply gave up the good fightMy soul decided lovewas not worth the bullshit So my religion came tumbling downHead over feetThat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/493513/ A collection of poems that seem to have a recurring characters that I can't get out of my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/493512/ My soul's departure was not well metThe skeletal hand outstretchedDeath's cold breath   Stale upon my neckI never claimed I was ready to die  My heart simply gave up the good fight  My soul decided love was not worth the bullshitSo my religion came tumbling down  Head over f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/449937/ Feelin' pretty darkFeeling utterly aloneFelt like I've lived through this all beforeWhat is there for tryingAren't we all getting a little tired of this dyingDon't fear this death is realIt's most unnatural Fear the reality of this lifeThe death of one's true selfFear the never f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/434030/ Where is my lover?Where could he be?Have you seen his strong-boned face?His fighters arms Have you seen my lover?His strong armed embraceMy shelter, my music, my purpose, my strength. There were paths, options We soughtSome how we parted The lovers seek a glimpse of that in which is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/378230/ A revelation of sorts before I drifted off to sleep. I may add more to it later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/373271/ Do you think I have no heart?Beating in my chestNo mind of my ownNo logic that makes sense I’m tired of the gamesThe mind bending arguingThe Questions and What if’s There is one who could fix these thingsMend my broken mindBut he seems to be failingFalli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/356945/ Immortal love7/19/2008 Blood on the pavementThe moon and lamplightFighting to cover our shaking formsWe become things of another realmOur bodies spill over with raw anger and rageOur emotions entangle our good senseReactions come quicker than thought Blood bright on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/320714/ MAK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/278026/ Something i was toying with. Don't know exactly what it is, except feelings that have been overwhelming me of late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/274896/ This is something a little different from what i usually do. It's.....interesting to say the least. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/274199/ Who knew such a simple thing?Could prove to be so consuming?So easy to destroyDisintegratesLeft without a traceA challenge, this thing called loyaltyWhere does yours lie? Family?A lover?Friends? Where does yours lay his mangy head to rest?LoyaltyA fickle thing h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/244749/ A dream i had took me to my perfect place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/229248/ Inspiration: The ice storm that just occured two days ago. EVerything, and i mean everything was covered in ice. The sun shone through this morning and it was beautiful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/229246/ Sit and waitLet it stir, let it brewLet it bubble up from murky depthsLet demons consumeThe ever clear crystal thoughtsIn our minds Turning inside outJust to see what’s insideA phrase, a hopeA dying dream DiseaseA plagueThe possibilities overwhelmOne who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/207477/ A beast be lurkingOutside our hallsHis heavy tread heard by allA giant of guilt and suffering He laughsA hideous soundDrowned by those of sorrowA beast be thatOf unknown proportions For each he is differentHe comes in many formsHe takes many thingsAnd gives only.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/207474/ A poem wrote in my half-wakefullness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/207473/ To tame the thoughtTo breathe anewFresh thoughtsIn a fecund mindNurtured by another Two people Loved dependenceNot such a good thingBut not all that bad SimplicityIs all I will askA right or a wrongA rhyme or a reasonA thought or a care Will defuse me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/207471/ “There hoping into the Camero,” whispered Chad.“Yea, that’s Aubrey alright. I still can’t believe she’s here of all places.”“She’s so amazing; she looks as if she could fly.” Chad stated dreamily, never taking his eyes off her.“.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/207468/ The dragon’s jaws snapped close to her face and talons flashed. “Do not order me as you would a slave, for I am no such thing. I am here to help, not cause more chaos.” He lunged and she dropped, the two met on the floor, tumbling in a heap. She still clung to him with her hands... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/207466/ She found herself sitting on an opened book, surrounded by many other large and worn books. Panic struck her. Where am I? What is this place? This image was very different from what she had last seen. She’d been at the dragon’s castle perched on the back of a gargoyle. Looking out at the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sabbath_nikole/207465/