Melic by Nicole Barth [9/2/12]

We crave to be the inspiration. 

I know that in me are

the bones of a better woman.

You are the quiet in the midst of raging cities.

And I know we are all a little bit damaged.

You mend the silence that hurts to hold. 

Awake by Nicole Barth [7/18/12]

I could see for miles and miles,
Past the kisses that lingered on my lips
And the sonorous consonants, too heavenly to utter.

What if I could wish you into my arms?
Everything I whispered followed you home,
Through the river of concrete interstates
And unforgiving highways.

Until the Sun Blackens by Nicole Barth [7/18/12]

Children get bigger
But their hearts don’t grow up.
And you’re just as tender as the day I met you.

The night lacked stars.
And you felt you’d gone as far as you would ever go.

The  willow tree leaned toward you in the storm,
Like a drunken man, desperate to feel included .

I clung to the sound of the rain against the ironwork on my window.
It numbed the sting of returning the creases of your smile
To the wooden box of memories by my bed.

Ethereal by Nicole Barth [7/11/12]

Your voice like the vibrant notes
from acoustic guitar strings.

I would sing you my acrylic dreams.

The night you wrapped you arms around me.
A trail of incandescent laughter.

Every particle,
comforted by your kiss.

In the Morning by Nicole Barth [7/3/12]

Talk to me in the morning,

before the afternoon shivers across your face,

and the rusting car backfires below my window.

Before the refractions end their dance over the

cracks in my ceiling,

and the city smog calls to me.

*inspired by Alexander Pseudonym

Luminous by Nicole Barth [6/14/12]

A ceaseless humming
 in the rooms of the unspoken syllables.


Your hushed tones,
the ease in open palms
and a melancholic smile
in the owl's night.

Nameless Intuition by Nicole Barth [6/11/12]

Florence kept me company once more,
as the uneven cobblestones led me through
the juxtaposition of aspiring windows and an interlocking
canopy of trees.


I could feel you expanding in my lungs
as I breathed in the memory of you.
The syncopated drumming, pulling me forward,
past the street vendors and strollers wide enough to conquer the sidewalk.


An unplanned release in the midst of endless cacophony.
Your voice mellifluous
 and soft in the caverns of my mind.


Resisting time with every step I took,
I knew I had forgotten myself long ago.
Our secret was swimming in my veins.