Poet's Profile : Nick

Profile of Nick

Where the Crows Fly

There is a place where the crows fly.
Where the trees are bare and the sky is gray...
17 Stories

You're seventeen stories above my heart.
High above me...
Clowns and Jesters

Among the city streets,
You will find them...
An Anarchic Alliteration (3)

A single shot shatters the sounds of a September...
As audiences arise, mouths agape in awe and...
The White Rose (2)

I know of a white rose in a field of red
Whose beauty nullifies its thorns...

To think outside of the box, one must first understand where its boundaries are.

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Some say that curiosity killed the cat. I say curiosity is what made him alive.

11 years ago

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An inquiry: How can one feel as if he is at the pinnacle of his life, yet still feel at the bottom of his valley of sorrows?

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