Pink Horizon

I took off the mask,

Basked in the knowledge that I am free.

I have been liberated,

the invisible chains have been broken,

I’m no longer worth a token.

The toxicity of this realm has stifled me.

Forced me to dwell in places that I never meant to be.

In, win, depends,

You know the drill.

I used to hold myself back,

So they’d cut me some slack.

I’m past all of that.

Going into a new year,

I’ve made a vow to be honest with myself.

To live my best life,

else I end up detesting myself.

-N

*Make sure to check out my podcast where I talk about all things poetry!

https://anchor.fm/nicole-renee5

Sadist

You left me for a while.

But you came back.

I have no slack.

I can’t believe what you’ve made me feel.

What I’ve written,

What you’ve made me do.

My heart was broken.

I want you in too many ways.

I can’t say no though.

It’s not good for me.

This is a drug.

But I have to take another hit.

Just once more.

Then I promise I’ll go.

Promets juste que tu-

*Excerpt from my poetry book Love, Undefined By Nicole Renee. You can purchase it here.

Calling All Poets!

So, I have a podcast.

It’s on Anchor and Spotify. The name of my podcast is Expressions and Definitions by Nicole Renee. My station is themed around all genres of love. Hate, longing, betrayal, first-love, acceptance, self-love. I successfully interviews my first guest and it will air tomorrow. However, I would like to interview more up and coming poets. On Wednesday I would read your work, talk about it, and such, and that next Monday I would have you on my show to talk about your work. If you write any poems geared toward love and want a bit of exposure, then please contact me here, at my website or email. I will leave them in this email. Thank you so much and I look forward to hearing from all of you!

-Nicole

Author website: www.authornicolerenee.com

email: nicolew301@gmail.com

I HAVE A PODCAST!

YAY!

So, I have a podcast. It’s available on Spotify. It’s called Expressions and Definitions by Nicole Renee. I read poems centered around love and interviews new poets on what love means to them. I posted this here because I wanted to seek out poets. If you have some poems themed around love, (It can be sad, anger, betrayal) please contact me as I’d love to feature you!

-Nicole

Still

Bleeding,

Broken,

Mentally unstable.

My alarm clocks goes off for work.

Throw the covers off,

Try to ignore the cough,

Put on a smile and make sure to not question the boss.

There’s a pain in my chest,

Sound, wait, I must get dressed.

I’m distressed,

pressed, tested to the umpteenth degree.

The melanin in my skin shows otherwise.

I should be grateful,

Thankful,

In all aspects respectful.

I felt my heart stop,

my suit and heels are a prop.

“Where is my laptop?”

I can’t be late for work,

I can’t be late for life,

I can’t take a day off.

Because,

Because,

Because.

I still have to go on.

I still have to move forward.

Too many people depend on me.

Too many people need me,

Don’t you see?
I cannot be.

I was not afforded the luxury to only exist.

I must persist,

else I become dismissed.

Just one more day,

A few more minutes,

and then it’ll all be over.

-N

Love, Undefined

Hello everyone!

I’m sorry that I’ve been M.I.A. My grad work has picked up, and I’ve also been writing the sequel to my romance book. But, I have some good news. I have released a new book! Today! This one is just a small book of poems, and I’m more nervous about this one than any other work. Maybe because it’s not fiction. I mean, it’s thoughts, and feelings, and it’s more of who I am than a romance novel. I’m wondering if any of you feel this way? That you can write anything, except when it’s about you?

No? Just me?

Anyway, if you want to read something interesting, (LOL) and support an indie author, then click the link below. If you find yourself overwhelmed with the poems, then be kind and leave a review. I love you all, and I hope to be back up here tonight with some more stuff.

-N

Love, Undefined: https://amzn.to/2LsLvq8

True Love


I was down today.

I didn’t have much to say.

In all actuality I had thoughts,

But I fear my truth will keep me caught.

So I pretend, and in a way become brought.

I stayed tied in knots.

I was at the point of depression.

Caught in the confession of my accession to my oppression,

When I received relief that came as a sweet, cool decompression,

I was in this wonderful feeling of refreshen.

My comfort comes in words.

In the feelings they bring.

Of that life-changing comfort that causes one to sing.

Such a perfect thing.

A kindred spirit is hard to find,

That is why I’m here to remind,

And make sure that you’ll be kind,

To my love affair,

That I’ll swear without fanfare,

With words.

There’s No Oxygen In The Room

No one understands me.
I’m pretending.

I’m not sure who I am.

I’m not sure you’ll like who you really see.

I’m not sure I can freely be me.

My heart hurts.

My chest burns.

I have no relief.

I can’t seem to see straight.

The weight of the world is on my shoulders.

I have no relief.

I can’t tell the truth.

It won’t set me free.

My body is tired.

I know no other option.

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.

I don’t know what I hope to accomplish with this.

Maybe my pain can give someone else comfort.

A moment of bliss.

My truth is I cannot tell it.

I hate myself.

I hate my thoughts.

My wants, and desires, and hope,

It’s been stripped from me.

Yet I have to be strong.

Always strong.

I cry at night and in the dark.

So that in the day I’m light and full of false snark.

 

-NR

La Dépendance Secrète Que Je-

It’s in the words.

This dream confused me.

For the life of me, I can’t let it be.

Our stomachs pressed together.

Dur et doux.

Why would that stick out to me?

Why should I be turned on by your stomach against my own?

My heart was racing, thighs and panties wet,

Ready to be your pet.

It was then I paid attention.

You whispered words in my ear.

Non-stop words.

Nonsensical, fast, slow, words.

With every word you spoke,

My mouth watered.

My skin pulsed.

My eyes dilated.

I wish I could remember the words you said to me.

I wish I could hold them close for the lonely nights.

I wish I could carry them with me like I do my sight.

It was the words.

The words.

Words.

-NR