questions – uncertainty

i ignored you then

so you cried, fought me, blamed me

and it was my fault


i pampered you then

yet you cried, fought me, blamed me

once again my fault


so what do i do

when i don’t know what to do

and yet i must know


as no one else knows

they just expect me to know

and i am struggling


do i ignore you

do i try to comfort you

tell me what to do


twenty seventeen

is ending with no answer

but something beckons


step by step we take

us together hand in hand

twenty eighteen calls


it is a new year

and i hope it teaches me

how to care again



Thank you for reading!

Last attempt at poetry for 2017.

Love, Nicole.





“They’re good,” they say,

and they don’t look at me,

“Those ones,” they say,

And that does not include me.


I smile and I nod,

Though deep down I despair,

And here I am, caught,

In jealousy’s filthy lair.


A loud voice whispers,

Sweetly, coursing like poison,

 “Not good enough” lingers,

and with it, desolation.


It’s tearing me apart,

The sin of self-pity.

Never leaving my heart,

The weight of insecurity.


I cannot be free,

Locked in my own design,

Chained to uncertainty,

With jealousy, unkind.


My own apprehension,

My own curse to bear,

It will be my motivation,

To learn not to care.



Thank you for reading,


silly little drabbles

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Sometimes I wonder which is better. To simply post up random snippets, or to properly write them down and to take a screenshot of it, as if it’s poetry worth reading.

Haha, please let me know which formatting you’d prefer.

Thank you for reading,




out of kindness they still their tongue,

unable to speak,

lying by omission,

and here I stand,



for when do I speak,

when do I break the spell,

when do I say,

enough is enough,

kindness does not always save.

there are days when lies come far too easy,

there are days when it’s better not to say,

and when times passes,

to soothe over memories,

it becomes a thing to laugh over,

a fondness,

instead of bitterness.

half-forgotten thoughts,

bury and dig deep into me,

so they never leave.

your skin is amber,

igniting and burning bright,

shining like the sun.

there’s a tightness in my chest,

as I walk along familiar roads,

there is a fondness in my words,

as I speak of days of old.

yet it isn’t quite the same,

and already I see new sights,

strange and wonderful,

overlapping memories.

there’s a pain in my heart,

of never seeing this place grow,

as time passes,

it moves further away from me.

and one day,

without knowing,

I will never know,

this place I once called home.

to new adventures,

to further chaos,

to bright struggles,

to neverending sorrow.

your words cut deep into my heart,

when I know they shouldn’t,

they sting me,

till I reach despair,

I wonder why,

why my heart is too soft,

that your words that aren’t sharp,

still pierces me,

till I bleed.

a death in the family,

a hope flickering out,

a candle burning away,

a darkness amidst happiness.

Thank you for reading.

Love, Nicole.





to lose your sense of self
to be nothing but a shell
how does one do it
by disappearing slowly
day by day
a little by little
into nothing

sometimes grief is an ocean of despair
with unknown depths so deep
that light doesn’t pass through
dark and unforgiving

sometimes grief is an all-consuming fire
that burns and blazes through
destroying everything in its path
never to bring life again

and there are days when there is joy
and there are days when there is sorrow
and then there are the days
when there’s nothing at all
but to breathe, to live,
as if,
you’re alive.

how does one define sadness
is it the piercing pain through the heart
is it the sharp stabs through the gut
is it the emptiness within our minds
is it
can sadness be seen
or is it merely a construct of our imagination
evidenced only by the tears
running down our faces
to prove
that we are sad

Thank you for reading! Some random rambles resembling poetry for the night.

Love, Nicole.


To Pretend

These tears that won’t fall

They lodge themselves deep within me

They strike with claws of despair

Cutting my heart into ribbons

These words that have no sound

They hide themselves away

If they’re not said then they don’t exist

They merely breed and fester

These hurts that have no end

They rise and rise

Filling me to the brim

And then I end

I end.


Thank you for reading!

Love, Nicole.


Hey Friend

you end up not speaking
you fear making me ‘not nice’
when i’m not that nice
in the first place

you hesitate because 
you think i’m perfect
you don’t want to
corrupt my niceness

i’m not
i just want you to see me
as i am
i’m me

why do you leave me alone
in your insecurities
you cause mine to rise up
and we both drown

we’re both insecure
we both fear
and we both want
the same things

a hand to hold
a shoulder to cry on
a place to be
a friend to cherish

so hold my hand
hug me close
tell me your secrets
and i’ll tell you mine

i’m not nice
i’m not perfect
i’m me
and i want to be
your friend


So my poem Fear has been published in a magazine! The Hourglass magazine is now available in print here.

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Some of the proceeds will go to the schooling of less fortunate children in the Philippines. The publishers will donate to a charity, Virlanie Foundation and will also give books to a family support group in Philippine General Hospital during Christmas.

I’m rather excited as it’s my first poem in print! My pen name is Nicolet WW, and it’s the first time I’m seeing it written that way and I’m so excited.

Please do support me by getting the magazine!

Thank you for reading.



2016: 01

For the first post of 2016, I’d like to start with news that I’ve just received, that has blown me away.

Some of the poems that I’ve written, and published in this blog has been accepted for publication in a literary magazine!

Continue reading “2016: 01”


Sun and Moon

I am but the tide.


I’m like the tide.

I’m pulled and tugged, and laid to rest by you.

Your anger, your sorrows, all your whims and fancy, they are the source of my indecisiveness.

Your cries, they pierce through me.

You cry, and say love me.

Yet when I hold you close, you stab me, you wound me, before you push me away to bleed.

When I hold you, you unravel me, you break me, and you push me away to rot alone.


I’m like the tide.

And you hold power over me.

I would like to say that you’re the moon, the orb that shines in the sky guiding me in the dark nights.

But you’re the one that leads me astray, with lights and illusions, and paths not meant to be taken.

I would like to say you’re the sun, that brings life, that brings light to my life.

But you’re the one that burns me, with your heat and temperament, and you leave me to dry under your gaze.

Like the sun, and the moon, that plays with the tide, you play with my emotions, you play with my life.


I’m like the tide.

And I will not forget your hold over me.

There is not a day that passes that I do not think of you. There is not a day that passes that my heart does not weep for you.

Our roots are tangled up together, our bodies intertwined. There is no escaping fate, there is no escaping reality.

We will never be rid of each other, we will never part for too long. We can only bend away, move away, further and further, our eyes refusing to glance at each other.

Even in death we will meet again.

For you surround me, and I cannot escape.

I am but the tide.

And you are my Sun and my Moon.