Nathan Gullickson

Biography

My poetry is a testimony for all the lessons I learned at the school of hard Knox. I hope the experience , and this insight in into my mind, helps spark the future generation of traumatized children who have no one to talk to, to unpack their pain by writing it down on paper. So they do not have to journey through life burdened by its weight.

Mother is subject to perspective

I'm currently queesting Come and find me I'm tired of falling asleep alone Pretty much nightly We barely talk anymore Unless we are fighting Arguing or lying To ourselves or to each other I'm still learning  how to love I grew up without a mother I was to busy to fall in love I was raising my little brother Mowing lawns for canned soup Because mom traded the stamps For a bag of pills to some  dude And then left with another man And told me to do whatever Or atleast whatever I can I used to think to love someone Meant you had to hit them with your hand Or wrap your hands around their throat I grew up way too fast I was Bailing water out of a boat I knew was about to be  going down But If I died he'd die And I could not let him drown So I held my breath and acted brave and  then walked through the smoke My mother already sold everything the last thing I had to lose was hope And shorty after I lost that I developed toxic ways to cope The only thing I know now Is back then I didn't know And love is not something that you say Love is something that you show

Good friends

Last night my good friend died And all day I've been thinking about life Why do good people suffer How come children die How come evil people prosper Why do greedy people thrive Why do some have too much And others not enough to survive And is there really nothing I can do Is acceptance really peace Or does acceptance prove That the only way to not suffer Is to close your eyes to the suffering Because you can't shed yourself of others burdens And also be a shoulder for them to lean Every player is a Afflicted by the accumulated weakness on the team An unbreakable chain isn't unbreakable If their is a chink in one of the links Everyone is a lesson or blessing However the search for blessings is bleak Because diamonds are rare And real friends are few and far between I think some people probably live and die Without being fortunate enough to meet Any real friends their whole lives So treasure every real friend you've lost And love and hold the ones you have left tight

Love is in the air

Love is in the air Come and frolic with me I'm sprung it's spring Are these flowers for me? I love your lips Will you softly smile for me Caress me with your finger tips Kiss me on the cheek Make love with me in field of tulips When are two lips are touching You're all that I see Your love is all that I need Life is hard enough Let's not complicate things Baby promise me No more fighting Let's just love eachother And let everything else be

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