Vacancy

March 29, 2011

Vacancy
Nicole Easterwood

I would have never thought

spacious would be in my vocabulary.

A crammed and closed heart

Suddenly,

willingly

opened.

 

It came a time not to push away,

not to fight off.

Time to feel how easy

it should be.

The right person.

Wanting to see my phone light up

to mimic my face.

Giving myself room.

Room to breathe.

Room to think.

Room to feel alive.

Room to miss you.

Room to fall for you

and give you a chance

to mend the pieces

that have been broken

for far too long.

 

Most of all,

room to fill the vacancy.

The room that had

turned away visitors,

an underclass roach motel

remodeled royal wedding suite

just for your convenience.

 

Then There's You: A new story in verse.

February 10, 2011
I started writing this last night at 4 A.M. I have no clue where it's going, but I am super excited to find out! It is written in verse. I've been doing that a lot lately. Maybe it will merge to be a collection of verse stories- who knows.


I can’t remember when
and if I ever had anything

worth anything at all.

Always sacrificing myself

for the wrong thing.

Always too far
in between.

Always too far away

from where I wanted to be.

Always asking

if where I was

would it be en...


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Featherweight- First Look

February 2, 2011

FEATHERWEIGHT
NICOLE EASTERWOOD

PROLOGUE

In Egyptian mythology
before you could gain

entry to the afterlife

you had to answer

two questions.

One:

did you live

a happy

and full life?

Two:

Did your life

bring joy

to others?

How would you

answer that?

And I mean

truthfully,

in front of a

higher powers face.

Did you punch a kid

in the face

and steal his shoes?

Or did you help the kid

clean up his bloodied nose

and help him find

some shoes so he...


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Memoir exerpt: "I'm in Here"

January 14, 2011

*I didn't post the prologue because of many reasons. They are just poems. Maybe later though. For now, here is a little bit (a few poems) from PART I. I'm posting this, because I'm not scared of it anymore and I refuse to be ashamed by it.

PART I: EVERYTHING IS SUCH A FREAKING PICNIC

I have to get away from here.
This place is a prison

and I’m not saying that

because they won’t let me stay out

later than two in the morning.

I miss my sister.

I miss my old life.

I miss feelin...


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"I look in the mirror and I see a stranger."

January 10, 2011

This piece was previously featured on Samantha Schutz's (author of "I Don't Want to be Crazy" and "You Are Not Here") blog, "You Make Me Feel Less Alone." www.youmakemefeellessalone.blogspot.com

"I look in the mirror and I see a stranger."

Nicole Easterwood

I can feel the heaviness again.
I am driving down the road
at ninety to nothing,
flooring it so I can get home,
so I don’t have to do this
in the middle of the road
alone.
My sister’s there.
She knows what to do,
what to say to me
to make me ...


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About Me


Nicole Easterwood Indie author. SheWriter. Loves: Egyptology, writing, books, kittens, Skittles, driving with the windows down and IHOP. Allergies: dust, grass, bigots and Republicans.

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