Nose and fingers/ Freeze away/ Warm glow of a fire/ Does nothing to keep the cold at bay/ It's merely an illusion,/ A memory of better times. ________________________ Nose and fingers/ Freeze away/ As the cold nips at them/ Run inside,/ Quickly now/ And stand by the fire. ______________________ There are two sides to every story,/ As you can very well see/ And while I can't see both sides,/ I can try, / And that's all that matters, to me.

a lonely Saturday conversation on the wrong side of the yellow bedroom curtains. ... || Wattys Winner 2018 ||

"I've seen infinite wars, with no gore."

Rather self explanatory if you ask me. These poems are made from random thoughts that constantly flood my head. Perhaps you can relate to them or if you can't then maybe you'll atleast enjoy them. Welcome to my dark Wonderland. Watch where you step, you may lose your soul....

I do believe in ghosts; the phantom of my being I happen to see them; a sickness conjuring the sullenest of colors Their faces are here; I forgot what yours looks like They spin and move, jerking about My attention is drawn; an inevitable turn of events My soul is captured; I don't own release I see every detail of the faces made of mist... Do you believe in ghosts? The memories left to rot? With their grey silhouettes and white shadows? With these words- with this timeline of events- I hope to put the lurking grey phantoms to rest. ___ With the time frame 2014-1016 finally out of reach, Timeline has come to an end.

❀ From my heart, to your soul ❀ A collection of 100 modern haikus about everyday emotions that matter- whether its waking in wrinkled sheets or kissing a stranger's cheek. Sometimes, all you need are three lines to be understood. #33 in Poetry on August 23, 2016 Copyright © by Nicole Suarez. All Rights Reserved.

An antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]

~And as I float, float in this starry vastness do I wonder, wonder at infinity's mysteries~ What if I told you that two doors down there's a universe lovelier than a renaissance masterpiece?

behind every lie, there's always an untold story.