Poems from NickolaRay

People will always be people. no matter how many layers of rose glass we put between us and them, they will always be people. I once...
My heart is a very deep, unfinished well and at the end, if it ends, is a vividly rusted, old penny I threw in when I was about 7 or so....
Sunlight across the sky; mix of energy and air You can never convince me that’s all that is there. People; so small we’re like ants in the...
It was only a year ago which i was comforted by my how insecurities, my hoplessness and the disturbing realities with which i base my...
My fingers strum against the desk to a song i can't quite remember- numbers do handstands on the clock. All eyes are fixated elsewhere...

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