Rock To A Boulder

There are stories behind

The trail of ashes and broken

Hearts on her living room floor,

She poured her emotions out

Through the pores of her souls core,

She ceased to feel whole,

She ceased to fill holes in her life

That left her heart sore,

If she could, she would rip her

Heart out of her own chest

And let it soar,

Her knight in shining armor no longer

Shined when the nights got colder,

But as she grew older,

She became stronger because she knew

Her path was not over,

There weren’t anymore chips

On her shoulders,

Instead she kept the world on

Her shoulders,

She is a self healing soldier

That evolved from a rock

To a boulder

– Nick F. Hawkins

Her Aura

Her aura and vibrations

Are high like incoming

Text messages,

Thoughts of her come and go

Just as the winds gentleness,

My heart beats like the drum

Of a rock band,

Sorrow is banned and love

Reunites like a long lost friend,

She’s the waters to my riverbank

And the gold bricks to my financial bank,

The bandaid to my scars of pain,

A picture without her is

Impossible to paint

– Nick F. Hawkins

Presence

Presence is a commodity

That the richest man

Could never buy,

The ultimate present of time

Are the pleasant memories

That stroll by,

Bask in the serenity of life,

Baskets of flashbacks inclines

As negative vibes demise

Amidst the purple sea

Of sublime dreams

And shallow tides,

Free as butterflies after

Metamorphosis arise,

Presence keeps wisdom

Within the wise just as

Wings keep birds in

The sky while the moon

Keeps the earth occupied

Throughout the night

Until the sun arise

– Nick F. Hawkins

Strength From Pain

I had to exhale

And inhale,

When my ex hell

Sunk me in hell,

It rained and

All I could do

Was write,

It reined and

All I could do was

What’s right,

But I revamped

My strength from

When I was weak,

I revamped my strength

To find the new me

Throughout the weeks,

The pain lessened,

The pain was lessons,

Confessing my confessions

– Nick F. Hawkins

My Queen

Under purple clouds

The world is a

Beautiful woman

With fine curves,

The most Devine

Words couldn’t even

Describe her,

Purifying my soul

As I dive deep into

Her waters,

I would never

Disrespect the earth

Because my mother

Taught me how to

Properly treat a girl,

The world is my queen

And deity,

I can feel her spirit

In the breeze,

Amidst the wind I

Am free

– Nick F. Hawkins