I’m never on here so 210-343-2693 (not my real number, I don’t give that out) kik: niksik2238 My name's Nico. I'm not a social butterfly, just a lonely moth. I really would just like passion and romance out of life? Whatever happened to all of that? Is that too much to ask? Anyway, I love shows/music and all at jazz. I've been in several bands (mostly punk) and I'm also a poet. I LOVE crust punk, grunge and goth more than anything. Love The Joker and Harley Quinn. I chain smoke cigarettes, drink more coffee than anyone ever should and almost never eat. I have a pretty awesome, very unconventional job and I love it. My favorite color I guess is blue or green. I have seven piercings and eleven tattoos. I love writing and deep, meaningful conversations about life/the universe. I'm super nice, super shy and super introverted. I probably won't talk to you first so just talk to me ha ha
Some of my awful hippy/goth poetry:
Fallen A.K.A. The Morning Star:
In your eyes I was never basic
I was Lucifer, you were God and I was your favorite
I was so warm and happy in your light
Then you cast me down, threw me aside and shunned me from your sight
I was the first, loved once above all others
A perfect love, with you there was no perception of time
Now I'm sure you favor another
And like all true love, one day ours withered on the vine
Without your sight I don't feel complete, just empty, cold and dark
I'm a hollow and empty shell
My wings, like my feelings, have all but fallen apart
And now you've abandoned me, left me stuck in Hell
Now I know of time and no matter how much passes I'll always yearn for your love
I'd give up anything just for you to take me back up above
Being so far from your light keeps me in such indescribable pain
But it seems that forever in Hell I am to remain
And though your light is rightfully mine, I'm just too far to chase it
I was your heart, your love, your sunshine, your morning star and I used to be your
favorite.
There Was A Boy:
There was a very lonely boy who hid himself from the world
He did everything he could to achieve normality but of himself he was just so unasured
He lacked confidence in each and every aspect of his life
And everyone noticed this except the girl he thought would one day become his wife
She was he most beautiful girl that he ever had seen
And every time he looked at her he swore all of the Angels in Heaven would sing
She was his everything, his entire world, with her he felt complete and got rid of all his self doubt
And his demons they disappeared, she had cast them all out
The love they shared was envied in Heaven above and by all of it's creatures
And when the envious light shown down the one thing he loved the most was to brush back her hair and expose all of her oh so beautiful features
He looked into her stunning brown eyes and said “I love you”
He was always taken by such surprise and his face would light aglow when she said “I love you too”
Whenever together there was no such thing as time
But the Goddess so jealous decided that there love was a crime
She twisted the girls mind with a jealous endeavor
And tricked this beautiful girl into thinking that they no longer belonged together
So she left the boy to wander this rock hollow and alone
But he just couldn't seem to recover from the only and most perfect love that he had ever known
He tried all he could from the pen to the drink
But deeper and deeper into his depression he just couldn't help but sink
Loneliness, sorrow and sadness further fueled his pain
And he couldn't help but crack under the weight of his tortured brain
He fell back into the arms of the only other one he hated to love
An evil, cringe worthy, worthless and wretched drug
He wandered the world depraved, deprived, starved, lost and alone
And every second of every day he prayed to the God and Goddess that she would one day come home
The Goddess hating the thought of it, so they ignored his cry
And it seemed she would never return, no matter what he did try
He searched and he searched for a love that could match in comparison
But being so lost and empty there was nothing in the world that he could not turn into heroin
Not being able to take what this life no longer had to offer he took all he wrote, published it and placed them on a shelf
He then put a lonely rope around his neck, kicked the chair that held his feet and hung himself
They say that his genius poisoned his mind to the point of desperation
But it was the world, not he who had this sick fascination
His mind hopefully now hushed and in his eternal sleep
His loved ones hope that he finally did find his long lost peace
And what became of the perfect girl no one was ever to know
But not one who ever saw them together could never forget the way that she could make him glow.
