Nicola Taylor : Writing

Iris

Iris

A Poem by Nicola Taylor


My eyes are not a sunrise they are flickering candle light the warmth between misery and catastrophe Inbetween the grey of the matter the me..
Spilt Milk and Cable Cars

Spilt Milk and Cable Cars

A Poem by Nicola Taylor


I am spilt milk and cable cars I am crashing, rusted seams screeching and fumbling at the halt I am the follower of weaving, wavering lines o..
Indentations do not make puzzle pieces

Indentations do not make puzzle pieces

A Poem by Nicola Taylor


The indentations in my voicedo not match yours. The lilies here grew sour,malnourished and unsung tofar past dying, but still youpersisted.When you li..
I think I loved her more than him.

I think I loved her more than him.

A Poem by Nicola Taylor


He told mewe could sleep beneath the sheetsand pretend the moon came out between the thread countHe told meeverything I already knew about himselfand ..
Necessary

Necessary

A Poem by Nicola Taylor


The thumpthumpthumping, I'm told, feels like home. I suppose, being made from the muscle of stonemakes the consistency necessary. But, to me it's just..
Ugly.

Ugly.

A Poem by Nicola Taylor


I don't know you, but I will dissect you into a bask more humid or less than Iand I will pretend that I know youand who you are and who your shadows m..
Seasons

Seasons

A Poem by Nicola Taylor


There is no fall here,only palm trees and pines,no oranges or yellows, or leavesreally;no seasons just rain and sunshine.Is there anywhere anymorethat..
Las Vegas sounds nothing like the meadows.

Las Vegas sounds nothing like the meadows.

A Poem by Nicola Taylor


There are nights thatremind me of the cityand when those certainsound waves hit my aerials I have an urge to close these blindsfrom red, to black to t..
The edge of the world.

The edge of the world.

A Poem by Nicola Taylor


I moved into the wave creststrying to live in their symmetry.Turns out, they're not so symmetrical.Their illusions lie and their calm is thesame as me..
It never does.

It never does.

A Poem by Nicola Taylor


I keep reading poetry aboutdeath and suicideand cancer and sorrowand crashes and cadavers and f*****g and drowningand flames of love and how easily pe..

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