Nacole Totten
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Dreams Deferred
Those who write, read, or work for Vocal probably have more than one passion. But, what we all share is a love of words. The other common thing among creators is the ability to feel deeper. That's why when I went through a broken heart, it was like winter in the spring. It was dark and cold. I had been considering suicide. It wasn't a dominant feeling. It was subtle but present. I could wash the dishes and the words: "You're not good enough would crawl into my spirit, and my mascara would stream down my cheeks.
By Nacole Totten3 years ago in Humans
Passion for People
"I've lost my husband abroad. I don't know much about what happened after that. I know I've been lying on the couch for hours, and the hours turned into days, and now two years have passed. We have two children and they spend most of their time with their grandparents. So, I guess that's why you're here. My parents finally had enough, so they called DHS."
By Nacole Totten3 years ago in Humans
Rum
He sweats lemonade on a hot day in July. Our only form of talking is through locked eyes. The scent of musk cologne is like cognac. His veins cover his body like a roadmap. Hundreds of blue lines just below his skin. My fingertips trace them, from beginning to end. A hot kiss leaves a minty fog on my lip. Chocolate hands blend into cocoa hips. Tangled hair, mangled clothes, bangle bracelets. Twisted love, muddled minds, losing patience. My ear to his chest, his heart a beating drum. It was probably a test, but I was drunk off of rum.
By Nacole Totten3 years ago in Poets
Better to have tried...
Dawn poured into the room; brown eyes turned to hazel. Wrapped in soft smiles; two hearts swollen, thankful. Coiled hair, twisted and locked; an energy warming like fire. My mind skipped to a life with kids; tree swings of ropes and tires. He stood to go; a bit of pain sat bitter on my tongue. He left, and closed the door behind him. The goodbye that popped a lung."Don't go." I gasped, as salted tears slid on brown cheeks. I spoke no word, begged alone; as every limb fell weak. The sun had set on the day; our time had not been a waste. We did not grow obese in love, but we did enjoy a taste.
By Nacole Totten3 years ago in Poets
My Baby
We should indeed watch what we say around children. Their minds are like sponges immersed in every syllable. In honesty, I forget this often and just speak my truth. Usually, my little girl is busy playing, so I don't think she can hear me at all. Oh, but she's listening to me.
By Nacole Totten3 years ago in Confessions