Poetry

[Niko Bleau]

Nothing matters as much as before, as I sat and read your hopeless lore

“I couldn’t read your final thought; like an ember, dying and distraught

I picked you up as you did I, then time went way too fast, by and by

Now look at us old and wrinkled almost dead and gone, but through the years we still held on”

That’s what I read and nothing more, as you put your foot in through the door

I stood there with your writing in hand, “Give me that!” you would demand

I asked you why and then you said, “Because without you I’d be dead

I dared not to say it before, but now I know that you are nothing more

Than that person I always will adore.”


-Niko B.-  

[Niko Bleau]

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[Rellik San]

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Moved....  

[assumingtheworst]

beautiful  

[Caity9117]

wow i love it...
very moving  

[Niko Bleau]

Thanks for the supportive words!  

[Niko Bleau]

Nothing feels the same anymore, all of my visions are now blood and gore

Forever forgotten my thoughts they wait, like a child’s toy stuck down a sewer grate

The emotionless and still night dies at dawn, as the last cries of its death are strewn across my lawn

Why now will you admit these things to me in such a descript way, as I am shunned away until that last dying day

When you are near, I feel a tear

Well up and trickle down my cheek, as it falls I hear your shriek

You ran as I feel into a heap, collapsed into an eternal sleep

Now I watch you from up above, as your deadly beauty kills like an eagle but sings like a dove


-Niko B.-  

[Niko Bleau]

I will never get out of here, this place I keep so near

And yet it's too late, because I'm knocking on the fiery gate

There's just one thing you should know that's not new, and that's when the night is done and through

I'm sitting out and all alone, just wishing for a ring from the phone

In this dark hour of the night, I hold on to life way too tight

Just going through it alone is way too much, I await the soft fingers of your touch

To make this just you and me, to bring me back to sanity  

[Niko Bleau]

I have no idea why, I just think I'll die

Only one step closer and then it's done, but what's the use if it's no fun

This is you and me, me and you

All the way to the end, until that hateful bend

Towards the end of the world, like a lost and forgotten baton once twirled

Like the cold and dark feelings of the night, worried, held close and bunched tight

I hear the lost sounds of a high pitched chime, kiss me one last time  

[frozenhunter]

what inspires you?  

[Niko Bleau]

my life and past experiences are actually my inspiration to my poetry and I use what I have learned to help others rather than benefit myself because I'd much rather see them succeed.