And suddenly

I learned how to write

With an open heart.

The mind

Long left behind

Was drifting

In logic.
And with my pen

Held tight

In the right of my hand

I printed

Words with pulse.


© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Enjoy the Ride










Your Self

Face to face.

Embrace flaw

Praise each trace.



Your heart’s desire

Wipe away

Glistening beads of transpire.




Time will calmly




It was worth the risk.

Take the plunge

Into the unknown.

Set off

Screeching alarms

Of the comfort zone.

Four-leaf clover

You’re in luck

All that’s left now

Is a pluck.

Close your eyes,

Clear your mind

Keep calm.


The ride.

© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Your Own Cure


Why let disease take over your body

When you are your own remedy?

The sickness is letting you know

That you are the cause of it’s spread.

Your terrors, your fears

Are the cause of the contamination.

So why allow life’s traumas overpower you?

Why invite such an unpleasant guest

To conquer your home?

You are the cure

To any obstacle

That attempts to snatch away

What rightfully belongs to you.

For health is the most sacred part of your essence.

For how can an existence continue to thrive without this vital ingredient?

Your wellness is the water to your seed

The full blossom of each and every petal that makes you.

Continue to prosper my flower,

Why hide secluded in the underground,

When the soil above you allows you to grow and grow?

Continue to soar my butterfly,

Why hide in your cocoon when you can spread those wings and fly, fly away?

Continue to fight my strength,

Why allow yourself to deteriorate

When you can tear and tear any form of ill apart?

Life supplies you with a limitless dose of luscious living.

Why sulk into the pit of pointless pain

When you can discover your own potion of Power?

Why expose your open wounds to treacherous toxins,

Eager to cling onto each lingering layer with gripping teeth?

Instead, inject yourself with the miracle of magic

And prove that you are indeed the Source, the Savior, the Healer.

© Nicoletta

A Fan of Elevation


When all is in gloom

How can there possibly be room

For light?

How can you see when all is dark?

When all around you is veiled in full mourning?

Take off your blindfold and observe, observe what is around you.

For you may feel as worn out as a carpet, endlessly stepped on.

As broken as the plates when Greeks celebrate.

For you are at your lowest low.

Oh so miserable.

The depressed and repressed Miserabilist. The philosopher of all pessimism.

Spreading your disease of philosophies, knocks the life out of all living things.

Why not enter the shoes that walk around obliviously?

Trample on a rug, it will hold no grudge.

Drink ouzo, and dance, feel the soul of music hypnotizing you in trance.

In the moment of ecstasy, you may break plate after plate,

Yet, nothing in their substance leaves room for hate.

Rather than lamenting your lack

Wrap action around your back.

Challenge your lowest low to a battle with your highest high.

Feel the standing ovation inside, routing for the strongest competitor.

Devote yourself to becoming elevation’s number one fan.

Become obsessed, purchase all of it’s accessories.

Positivity. Merit. Completion too.

Cheer it on. and on. and on.

Promote it’s slogan confidently,

Shout it out loud for all opponents to hear,

“When the sun shines bright

The night trembles with fright.

Only light, light, light.”

© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

By Your Self


Being alone is quite a challenge.
Feeling that you’re on your own in the world,
Desperate to find someone you can hold on to.

You search and you search but that someone is not there.
For that someone you want is something you have created,
An ideal being that you have manifested.

You have selected the character that is compatible with yours;
You have picked specific exoteric characteristics;
You have chosen similar tastes in food and hobbies;
You are determined to find your creation;
Yet it is not there.

Truth is,
Nobody will be exactly as you picture them.
Someone precisely the opposite to what you have in mind,
May in fact be the one for you.

But loneliness makes us desperate.
Desperation stems from insecurity.
We are all afraid of being alone,
For we ourselves are the most frightening self to discover.

We think;
We act in a certain way;
We are given a particular face and body.
Therefore, we fall into the trap of thinking we know ourselves.

Being alone shatters any prior discovery of yourself.
It finds long lost keys to hidden doors,
Unfamiliar pathways, never trodden.
It sheds light on places you, yourself and you alone will be able to explore.
For loneliness is a certain challenge;
With the priceless reward of You.

© Nicoletta

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