Nicole Vigorito | WritersCafe.org

Depth.

Feelings hidden deep.I'm showing less every moment,cause I've found a way to bury you,suffocate you in the simplicity of my mind.This might just be considered murder...rather then a memory lost and forgotten.

Impulse.

Folding over me.I'm hurting myself. This life is too long.I can promise you, it's hell. Intoxicated by every breath.Crying at every flaw. Every choice I've ever madecomes back to prove me wrong. I've lied.To everyone including myself. All that esc..

Twenty-four.

Solitude. Loneliness.Closing around me.My darkest hours are a failed witness,to the pain I haven't yet let free. I failed to let you know...the things that haunt me, constantly.That was all it took for you to let go.Hopefully this thing called death comes with tranquility.

Open

Spinning, falling, colliding.Crashing on this heavy comedown.Bending, breaking, not lasting.How am I this low?Bending my own beliefs to fit those of your own.Taking that large dosage of whatever calls to.Just to make the impossible, obtainable.For you.

Collapse.

Softly settling, my heart has no savior.The drugs, vanishing.Leaving me to this profound slumber.Folding your arms around me.We'll whisper soft "I love you"'suntil my mind enters a state of repose.Everything draining from me.My mind is surrounding me with emptinessas my body lays ina..

Intoxicated.

I was on drugs. x]

Drifted.

This poem is one inspired by my trip on shrooms, cuz I mean, that's when I wrote it. Hahaha.

It's Been Too Long.

It has the feeling of a poem, but I don't know what to call it. It's weird. I'm not sure I like it as a poem. It's about an old relationship that still haunts me to this day. My first true love...

Moving.

Not sure about this.

Babycakes;

Not really a poem or anything. Just some thoughts. More like a short journal entry.

Bliss.

Longer,not as sad,no real rhyme scheme. Top of my head kind of thing,just writing down as it comes.

Sacrafice.

Eheheheheh.

Walking In Circles.

About a very special boy. < 3 3 3 :'[

Forgive.

Jujubear and Nick were in the other room playing left4dead.

Clairvoyance.

Eh? Top of my head type of thing?

Ambition

Kinda random,really tired. Less sad,more....one of the other sides of me.

You're My Repose.

Not sure if it really has much rhythm. Hahah. Didn't think to check,and was pretty tired. Most of my poems will be like that.

The Feeling of Crimson.

Old s**t,mann.

My War.

Short. To the point. About my self-loathing.

Survive For Me

I wrote this about a situation that I feel very deeply about involving my friend. It's pretty much free-style. I never really use styles in my poetry. Maybe soonn....