Poems from I.G. Nichols
I. G. Nichols is a soon-to-be college freshman close to finally pursuing her dream of teaching English. She took up writing poetry in her junior year of high school as a way to cope with mental illness and develop an understanding of her own identity. She now writes on a near-daily basis with subjects such as depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder, suicide, love and the healing that comes with it, fear of the future, and a desire for freedom. She enjoys swimming, art, reading, writing, and video games, and desires to one day figure out how to care for succulent plants.
There’s a name for whatever this is—
You call it a beautiful agony because you’ve got a lot to lose
I call it a chaotic chemistry to...
Age seems a treacherous monster
You bargain with her as she lays her hands on your neck
She tells you nothing’s going to happen for a while...
You told me to try and write happy poems
So it would therefore be wrong of me
To not make such an attempt
I give you this
As I figure out...
This book reminds me of you
Soft cover, indestructible
Keeper of an old god
Tell me more about who tore your pages
Where you got the damage...
A black cat stares me down
Collar jingling, he scratches
Big yellow eyes eat me alive
I do not know what luck he brings—
I do not know that...