Pulse

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

Shake It Off. Relax. Breathe In Deep. Chillax. See Your Self Face to face. Embrace flaw Praise each trace. Open Up Your heart’s desire Wipe away Glistening beads of transpire. Let It Go Time will calmly Let you know It was worth the risk. Take the plunge Into the unknown. Set off Screeching alarms Of…

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…

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…

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…