Random Realizations #1

Random Realizations #1

A Poem by Niki Disaster

Random collection of thoughts to sum up my feelings on a certain someone.



In the midst of an


I always find your

Well woven words

To be of comfort


As I imagine them

Spiraling towards








Just how


It would be


If it were true.


After a long and introverted day at work….a day of reminiscing my ridiculous mistakes, (and accomplishments) pondering my feeble attempts to improve the quality of my life, I find my self craving your words. Are you proud of your self for this? You honestly should be. I find the half crumpled paper hidden in my drawer, underneath last years bikini and my 10th grade journal. You have an amazingly strong power over me using a pattern of phrases much stronger then that of those so more near to me. I have realized my personal concept of individual confidences. Maybe someday we can balance. I sit here and try my hardest to imagine what I felt during that April and May. [And how no one ever writes me anything anymore about how they crave my face once a week in English class. I have decided that I keep taking the wrong English classes]


It was like oolong tea in a cold garage

Borrowed Jack Kerouac

And Diane Di prima

Fiona apple every where I went

Visits until 2 am on a work night

Fairy music from a roommate

7 somas and solitude,

With a very painful


From you.


Even though you asked the first question.-



The last time I really saw your face.

You never really saw me.


© 2008 Niki Disaster

Author's Note

Niki Disaster
I know...The paragraph turns into a mini monologue... But I've been playing with that concept a lot lately. Be brutally honest...I need it.

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Added on April 16, 2008
Last Updated on April 23, 2008


Niki Disaster
Niki Disaster

Stockton, CA

I am a 21 year old college student up in northern California, Majoring in English and loving every moment. Everything I write is personal, all stemming from my personal experiences and emotions. I t.. more..


A Poem by Niki Disaster