Poems from I.G. Nichols

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I. G. Nichols is a soon-to-be college freshman close to finally pursuing her dream of teaching English. She took up writing poetry in her junior year of high school as a way to cope with mental illness and develop an understanding of her own identity. She now writes on a near-daily basis with subjects such as depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder, suicide, love and the healing that comes with it, fear of the future, and a desire for freedom. She enjoys swimming, art, reading, writing, and video games, and desires to one day figure out how to care for succulent plants.
There’s a name for whatever this is— You call it a beautiful agony because you’ve got a lot to lose I call it a chaotic chemistry to...
Age seems a treacherous monster You bargain with her as she lays her hands on your neck She tells you nothing’s going to happen for a while...
You told me to try and write happy poems So it would therefore be wrong of me To not make such an attempt I give you this As I figure out...
This book reminds me of you Soft cover, indestructible Keeper of an old god Tell me more about who tore your pages Where you got the damage...
A black cat stares me down Collar jingling, he scratches Big yellow eyes eat me alive I do not know what luck he brings— I do not know that...

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