I'm half german, half indonesian. Born in Germany, moved to Indo when I was 5. But I'm moving to London in July.
I dont really share my writings. I dont come here all too often. Just when I'm REALLY bored.
Wow, do I sound boring. Sorry.
-NN (my name isnt really Natalie Nicholls. But I dont dare put my name to these writings) more »
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Natalie Nicholls Poems
This is No Enigma
Whe I write about What I now want to write about I try to evoke an emotion
I am sick I am a sick and demented soul who finds pleasure and a sense of importance
i say this is a poem for the i's i use to refer to me to are small i say this is a poem for i have emphasized that this is, indeed, a poem
I Burp You Fart
my heart is lumpy and pumpy you are more adorable than all puppies I see your eyes
At its Best
this constant stationary of nothingness has caused my lack of inspiration thoughts buried deep deep in the head causing no motion deeper than anything but the ocean
apples to dust
apples to dust forever in lust a coconut falls we dont care at all
Blink and You'll Miss it
Blink and you'll miss it. I wonder who first said that line Blink and you'll miss it.
Today is the 17th of December 4 days till my 16th birthday hooray
What is it?
What is it that I'm feeling? Am I not feeling a thing? I am trying To at least cling
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This is No Enigma
Whe I write about
What I now want to write about
I try to evoke an emotion
Something quite simular to pain
Feeling it, you have nothing to lose or gain
Feeling it is like drinking a bittersweet potion
When I think about
What I am now thinking about
I feel so off balance
Something quite simular to pleasure
It is when your heart feels pressure
It is like entering a magical palace
When I try to talk about
What I will never speak out loud
I forgot what I was talking about
The feeling has gone away
But I know it will not always be at ...