Nicola Beckett on d.knape
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Do you every get that giddy feeling?
Like a child who just woke up on Christmas morning
looking at the presents that Santa brought.
Or like a student who just auditioned for her schools’s play,
and now is waiting for the cast list to be posted.
Yah, I do too.
It’s a wonderful feeling of hope and desire.
It’s driving at 70 mph with the windows down on an open road.
Thursday 8th December 2016 6:46 pm
Listen to me,
I know what you’re thinking,
“Great another poem,
Are we done yet?”
But listen to me.
You have a voice,
Well, use it.
Because unlike you,
But listen to me,
I don't know what you’re going through
And I can't tell your story,
Only you can.
So listen to me.
I want you to look around.
You are in a room with...
Friday 30th September 2016 8:18 pm
She begs to you.
She cries as her hand reaches for yours.
She shouts thinking you can hear her.
“Please just save me”
Tears flood her eyes as you stand there watching.
But not actually hearing.
Her cries for help fall upon deaf ears.
Do you even know her?
Why is she asking you for...
Thursday 29th September 2016 6:52 pm
They say they have an
But do they have a
They say go join the
But what about the
Why idolize just the
When all the
Why talk about
And people finally care about
But now we say
And we all know whom
The one and only
Friday 6th May 2016 2:59 pm
I pledge allegiance
To the flag
Of the United States of America
And to the Soldiers
For which they stand
Protected by those who serve
Friday 6th May 2016 2:56 pm
You’ve gotta help me
There is something wrong with me.
It's an illness!
But it's not,
In the messy web
Of the venomous spider
That is called
I have a crush.
I need help,
But his hair has these lovely curls,
Monday 18th April 2016 3:18 pm
The ground is broken
And buildings shattered
Nothing seems to matter
Despair fills the air
And all I feel is fear
I fear for the hope that will disappear
In an apocalyptic mind
The soul has died
And there is nothing left to feel inside
Thursday 14th April 2016 3:00 pm
If only you could see the real me.
The me that can barely lift her head in the morning,
knowing she has to deal with others.
The one that can’t be emotionally stable without medication.
The girl who struggles with even tolerating herself sometimes.
The person that you all see isn't the real me.
It's the me that puts on a fake smile
so I don't have to burden you.
The me tha...
Thursday 14th April 2016 2:59 pm
To the girl in the mirror,
I’m starting over.
I’m saying goodbye to the lack of pride I felt inside
Goodbye to the loathing I brought
and the self-hatred I fought
I will no longer look at you in disgust.
I’ll look at you and smile
Because even though I know I walked
I still finished a mile
I know that this isn’t the end
and the little voice will stay in my h...
Thursday 14th April 2016 2:58 pm
I am a boat.
My anxiety is an anchor,
one so heavy that it drags me down.
My depression is a hole on the bottom,
letting the Sea of Hopeless Thoughts flood into me
My ADD is the wheel,
spinning out of control.
My medication is the crew on board,
somehow strong enough to fix the hole,
lift the anchor,
and control the wheel.
I am a boat,
and sometimes I break dow...
Thursday 14th April 2016 2:57 pm
She lived in a fantasy
Where mermaids and dragons existed
and worries were far from the truth.
She was the queen
a ruler everyone loved
or so she told us.
But I knew deep down she was lying
She was a tyrant
a ruler everyone feared.
Her servants only obeying
because if they didn’t
“OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!”
She would yell
and soon they’d...
Thursday 14th April 2016 2:55 pm
5th grade was my downfall
Anxiety coupled with A.D.D
Made for the perfect broken marriage.
6th grade was calm.
I had everything under control
And I was taking medication
But 7th grade was morbid.
One only the devil could produce,
Had arrived with the diseased name
8th grade was the year Depression made friends
Wednesday 13th April 2016 4:30 pm
Every morning indecisive and overwhelmed
Who should I sit by?
The question is,
Who would want to sit by you?
I mean, No one wants to,
And you know it.
That's not true.
I've got plenty of people who wouldn't mind me.
There’s the girl I sit next to in class
And we talk from time to time.
Oh, and don't forget the boy who waves hi to me i...
Thursday 7th April 2016 3:27 pm
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are we?
I don't know who I am.
I don't know who you are.
I don't know who we are.
Am I me?
Am I you?
Am I we, us, them?
Too many thoughts whirling in my mind.
Infections of madness consuming me.
I thought I knew who I was.
Thursday 7th April 2016 3:19 pm
When you are a teenager,
You might get asked who your hero is.
And answers may vary
From celebrities to parents.
But my hero is my brother.
My brother is my hero because,
He always cares for me
And he never gives up on you,
No matter who you are.
And so much more.
My brother is my hero because
When I'm i...
Thursday 7th April 2016 3:13 pm