Nikki Bitch**'s Page

hiding here in my radiant house, when they try to come in, i cast them out - contamination is not allowed
in my window, i see the sun- i see the clouds
observing my reflection, sitting idle
seeking resurrection or a genuine smile
failing, falling all the while

in my house, fragrant and charming
the outside weather proves alarming
i turn my face in apathy, for the storm originates within me
it matters not the circumstance
it matters not your empathetic glance

if i give them half a chance, they… Continue

from childhoods hour i have not been as others were;i have not seen as others saw;
i could not bring my passions from a common spring
from the same source i have not taken
my sorrow; i could not awaken
my heart to joy the same tone

and all i love, i love alone


then, in my childhood, in the dawn, of a most stormy life-was drawn
from every depth of good and ill
the mystery which blinds me still


from the torrent or the fountain
from the red cliff of the mountain
from the sun that round me roll… Continue