Nicholas Rock

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Nicholas Rock

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418

Writings

430

Followers

533

Following

Said The Clay To The Sculptor

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

Why hast thou maketh me to die?

Oh, Scupltor I asketh thee sir why?

For all my short days I long for life!

But there upon thy cross you lay,

bloodied for mine fines thou’st paid,

‘neath dark and sin of this errant clay,

and so to gird me with thine day!

Lo’ Hell had fell upon thy spotless flesh,

Thou love and light has conquered death,

now here I ask a que...

Poetry

The Best of Me

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

Yesterday is dead.

Tomorrow is coming.

Today is evil.

Her eyes are a million miles away,

watching the boy watch hell

—— her lip quivers for a year or two.

The sixth time’ll be different.

The heart’s convincing makes the mind weep more.

I rise from the grave to embrace you.

You welcome my ghost with open arms.

If I was alive I’d hope you never see the best in me again....

Poetry

2010

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

The dead boy

heard the girl scream

shrugged the pain

grabbed the bat

let it hit the stairs

the women cried

the girl sobbed

the man ran

the boy laughed

Remember: Lewis said they can’t see it the way you do, so you’ll have to make sure you’re showing them....

In Fleeing From God

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

See, a snail’s pace, a crawl

about the blurry trees

and whence the footsteps fall

we hasten through the days,

spiraling, leaping, bounding

o’er the dead and damned,

eyes flitting to and fro

scouring this hell

for anywhere to hide

— yet find only ourselves...

Poetry

Sdrawkcab

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

Something isn’t right, you know?

Didn’t you hear the news?

Reality is SOLD to the man in the tinfoil top-hat! The price of a firstborn son! Hither now! Higher now! A dream starting at tomorrow!

Annulling the world, the Anu still breathe.

The annual Word perched here on the perennial heresy; beckons the children,

_Come closer!_

Wouldn’t you like to know, boy!

Kill the presuppositions, sm...

Poetry

My Legs Are Danglin’ Off The Edge🎵

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

The wind blows my hair.

I’m standing on the edge again.

I’m sick of looking for the cure.

I sway the way the world does.

I wonder if the ants will catch me.

I wonder if God will.

I wonder who would notice me.

I hope no one does.

I hope everyone does.

I hope God does.

I gather what courage I have.

I wipe away the tears.

I ask Him for help.

And I step down and go back to work....

Broken Deals in the Form of Breathing

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

The man dipped his festering quill once more into his inky, black heart, careful not to let a drop fall out of place as his trembling hand reached for the parchment in the child’s open mind. The world stood still and silent, though time rushed forward and away. A few more lines and it’d all be over, a few more moments until the Sleepers wake from a soft dream to a sharp life.

_And they withdrew ...

Poetry

Bedridden:

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

I led myself to believe

that I’d write my finest poem in my final hour,

groaning and laughing,

seeping with pain, weeping the numb,

finding all the right words

the way a man sees the horizon from the tip of the earth,

that I’d know what need be said

when poets join the dead,

yet yesterday I fell quite ill

and my mind suffered such a silence shrill

for all the pain that one day wrought ...

Poetry

“Dog”

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

There once was a dragon,

a dragon named Dog,

whose hide was as night,

and whose eyes were as fog,

this dragon named Dog,

breathed both fire and ice,

was as feared on the earth,

as it was in the skies,

and Dog had a rider,

a man like a Titan,

fearless in battle

—— though his name was Frightened...

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But Where, Oh Where, Dear Lover Where?

Nicholas Rock

1 min read

Not by the snowdrops at the peak,

nor where we danced, or bled,

not where my hand caressed your cheek,

not with the fields of roses red,

or where we slept, or dreamt or wept,

not where the promise went unkept,

but where, oh where, dear lover, where?

Not by the way on which we went,

or near the evening laughing spent,

nor o’er the bridges we left charred,

not by the mercies of your heart,

but wher...

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