Poetry by Nicole Long

sunriseprofileRinging In My Ears

There’s a ringing
Ringing in my ears
You can’t hear it
The people don’t hear it

I draw rings
Dark circles appear under my eyes

I am so tired from doing nothing
Lights flash and we don’t blink
Forces clash and we don’t blink

I can’t hear what you’re not saying
What you’re not praying
Proclaiming

For there’s a ringing within my ears
It drowns out the stars
It drowns out all fright
I am so tired from doing nothing

Peace and retreat drive me mad
Retreat is not peace
Peace is not a retreat
It is pieces

There’s a ringing
Ringing in my ears
You can’t hear it
The people don’t hear it…

The Marsh

The sun rose out of the ground like a Phoenix
Orange, gold, yellow, darkness calling her name
Sitting on a dock, sipping champagne
Examining the great Wilmington Marsh
As the Spanish Moss swung to the beat of my heart
There are no sounds here
Cars long gone, neighbors beyond the horizon
I only have my mind
Whisking away to the unknown


10500454_10156350751650344_9069857893599138867_nNicole Long is a Virginia native. She is a graduate student earning her MFA in Screenwriting and Film Studies, and she received her Bachelor’s degree in English from Radford University.  Previously her short story The Midnight Man was published in the literary magazine Exit 109. She enjoys learning from the works of Poe, Frost, and Joyce.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ColeLAmber\

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