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B***h.

A Poem by Nicola Taylor

I have been sitting here for years,a star crossed canvas of god's abandon,and though I have gone through all five stages of what they call loss, I am ..

I have been

A Poem by Nicola Taylor

wasting life watching space growfrom the cracks in the pavement that I made with my heart fartoo long agoI'm tired of nursingthis wound back to health..

The precipice of the shore.

A Poem by Nicola Taylor

His tongue wavesin and out of themorning shoreof his teeth.And you would thinkhe had something to say.But he doesn’t. Just breath crashing again..

December of '09

A Poem by Nicola Taylor

I'm disintegrating.Flowers die like half truths off your tongueand I chisel my collar bone to my shoulder bladeshoping the wind and feathers will take..

Nights of no sunlight.

A Poem by Nicola Taylor

She’s funny, that one. Walking around with her eyes on fire and her synthetic smile. With those shooting star hair strands and that dark nebul..

No one said so.

A Poem by Nicola Taylor

My eyes are starting to languishin that sad, beaten down way. And the shimmer is gonebecause the hope is goneand it's not really any one thing, really..

Rest

A Poem by Nicola Taylor

I keep asking my bonesto please stop creakingI have no oil to keep therust from appearing. I've grown weary andI've stopped prayingfor what they speak..

Californication

A Poem by Nicola Taylor

I traveled worlds from herefrom desert rats to sunshine rainand sometimes I wish I was the same,brown sugar in a dust bowl and sometimesI wish you wer..

My mind likes to eat itself alive.

A Poem by Nicola Taylor

My cavern is growing more entrenched in its own cracks,molded pride that eats like a starving dog, never satisfiedlike my own curiosity of lies and li..

All we need is the bottle.

A Poem by Nicola Taylor

There are shotguns in the closet,mashed up against the splintered hardwood floorand the blue cabbaged carpet that I grew old on And I know, the pain o..