The Mirror

My world is a ceiling fan

Spinning again and again,

The feelings of mending

Brings an urgent resurgence

As I pull my way out of this

Impulsive quicksand,

On my journey out of this

Drastic scene, I’ve discovered

A new me that even the

Mirror has never seen,

A me that’s forever free

As a sail boat casting

Along the calm sea,

A me that can see through

The pain and agony where

Society constructs us to be,

The true me before I was

Weak and let my soul leak

– Nick F. Hawkins

My Existence

My existence transcends

Frequently amongst the seasons,

On a wave that is cast upon a further

Distance allowed by the 5 senses,

Away from the crowed and the herd,

In tuned to frequencies and sounds

Seldomly seen or heard,

Signs that many never see nor hear,

Signs as calm as the sea as I stand here,

Motionless against the wind as I breathe,

In the act of breathing the pain from within lessens

And the mental tyranny starts to ease,

While I breathe I take heed of the spiritual

Lessons that flourish along the breeze,

My existence transcends reality,

My spirits are as free as autumn

Leaves falling from decadent trees

– Nick F. Hawkins

Your World

I can feel your frequency

But I want to understand

Your world,

I want to know your universe

And how it orbits through

The pain and surfs past the hurt,

I want to know your sky and the

Things that makes you

Smile in life,

I want to see the world

Through your eyes,

I want to speak to you

Through your mind,

Let our brains, body,

And spirits combine

Like twin flames in the

Wilderness on a calm

Tranquil night,

Let us be one and unite

– Nick F. Hawkins

Mosaic Memories

Mosaic memories make

Nostalgic portraits of my soul,

Waves of sentimental sorcery sets

Sails as my senses float amongst the

Anchors of my lost love boat,

I remember the prizes

Given by the journey,

I can recall the pain that

Seeped through my ventricles

And veins at times when my heart

Broke in the midst of the purple rain,

The memories of the love and pain

Left a stain of tyranny where

Nuance was removed from the light

That shined upon my shade

Amongst my nostalgic portrait,

And mosaic days

– Nick F. Hawkins

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