It’s not easy

Giving it up to God and waiting with faith

Feels like drifting in the ocean with unknown creatures touching your feet

It’s scary, uncertain, and downright difficult to not freak out

If you have been told it is an easy process, that’s not the journey of faith

Easy would be a life of indifference.

 

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Live.

God did not give you

a sword to chip at

your insecurities

or a shield

to bury yourself in comfort.

You are a man

a woman

with fire in your blood

What you touch turns to purpose

You are composed of Divine scaffolding

A rose blooming through snowfall.

 

Nothing kills me more,

to see a young face,

aged with the wrinkles of apathy

Take what numbs you and bury

your sword into it

Take what seeks to cling to you

and deflect it with your shield.

-nJb

Are you afraid, or are you playing it safe?

Have you ever reflected on a hesitation?

Have you ever asked yourself, am I afraid or am I just playing it safe?

I think about this question on the daily. So tonight, I wrote a poem about the difference.

Here is a little poem that will be included in my book (going to self-publish it soon be on the lookout).

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Check out my Instagram for more: @n.j.bellacicco

To me this is precisely the difference. Safety involves legitimate concerns. For one to not hold their breath while underwater is just crazy. It does not make any sense. However, sometimes as humans we get carried away. We allow the safety to morph into irrational and frightening fears. Hence, when we are living our lives, fear pops up.

It is irrational for one to hold their breath in the shower; however, the feared mind thinks otherwise. Just like when you are underwater, in the shower you are soaked. In the shower the water is weighing you down.

Friends, today I encourage you to not hold your breath in the shower. I pray that you will reflect on all of your actions and spot the difference. 

 

A Poem About Taking Action

 

get off the treadmill

we complain that nothing

is changing

yet, we won’t get off the

treadmill.

we will go nowhere

if we stay comfy

running at a set pace

on a safe path we already know.

 

Follow my instragram account @n.j.bellacicco for more poetry.

My book “Pouring Echoes” can be found on Amazon and BarnesandNoble!

Pouring Echoes! My Poetry Book Link 🙂

 

To my readers, sorry I’ve been pretty distant. School has been tough and I’ve been working a lot on my new poetry book which will be centered around the theme of mental illness.

 

 

Send God an Email

 

God why have You not sent me an email?

 

if God sent you an email

with an outline of your life

i reckon you’d mark it as spam

so stop checking your email

put down your phone

do what needs to be done

and send God an email

Subject: my future

“Thank You for the silence. For in it i uncovered myself. In the silence i heard that my footsteps make noise and my words make sound.”

-n.J.bellacicco

 

This is a poem I wrote on this rad Tuesday morning. If you like poetry you can follow my Instagram account: @n.J.bellacicco.   I post a new poem everyday. Also my book can be found on Amazon search “Pouring Echoes.”

POURING ECHOES LINK 🙂

Thanks friends for your constant support.

 

 

 

 

My first book “Pouring Echoes” RELEASED NOW

Hey friends.

Hey family.

Hey strangers.

Today, December 1, 2017, is an awesome day for me.

My first book of poetry, “Pouring Echoes” was released on Amazon!

The poems in this work were compiled with a purpose.

They were written in both times of utter despair and complete elation.

They were written in coffee shops and during lecture.

They were written from my heart to fall softly into yours.

I believe poetry is one of the most beautiful art forms. To be able to take truth and grind it down into just a few sentences.

I love that about it.

Is it not amazing that a few sentences can change your whole world view in a matter of seconds?

In “Pouring Echoes” I take you on that journey.

On how life kicked me in the butt and made me fly sometimes in the same day.

I wrote these poems with complete rawness on my mind. Vulnerability is the definition of courage in my opinion.

So, yeah. This is me throwing a plug for my book.  (Link at the bottom)

Because if I can make someone say,

“Wow, I feel the exact same way.”

“I’m not alone in this.”

“I have been hurt just like that.”

“Life is awesome.”

or shed a tear or two…

It was so worth it.

So come follow me on this echo we call life. Scream out at the world. Listen for a reply. And find the truth.

 

POURING ECHOES LINK 🙂

 

 

A Poem: What to Do Next

 

 

next. 

when I heard

I was not at a loss for words

I had a lot to say

I had a lot to feel

But I was at a loss

What to do. next.

the walls were mocking me to punch them

my tongue was putting on his sneakers,

to run a marathon of dirty words

my ears were socks,

soaking up all the puddles of media and soot filled gun shots.

But I was at a loss

What to do. next.

so i got my pain

and wrote on an index card.

over and over.

over and over.

fear is what they seek 

courage is what they fear. 

fear is what they seek

courage is what they fear

fear is what they seek 

courage is what they fear…

until I put down my pen

and my pain

walked outside

seeing the lost in the heavenly clouds

and holding my chin up for them

and my chest up for those in the past

and my hands out in courageous service

because the world can be better

if you know what to do next.

By Nicholas Bellacicco

In 3 Months My Book Hits the Shelves. 

When I was very young I remember asking my Mom what she thought I was going to be when I grew up. She told me an author. I remember giggling because why on earth would I want to be that?

Well, now it is coming true. Mom’s are always right. 

Growing up, just like every other teenage boy I tried my best to be the cool guy. I wanted to be liked by the crowd. Writing and especially writing poetry was not going to put me on the cool guy list. I had a passion for it when I was young, but the older I got the more I forgot about it. It did not make the cut for my time and my energy.

I have always liked modern style poetry. Not the old stuff (sorry!!) Contemporary styles. Slam poetry.  Poems that were short and sweet, yet they hit me like a bag of bricks. When I was in my middle school and in my early high school days my poems were raps. I thought I was great. Had the microphone and everything. After a few hundred views on YouTube I moved on from that dream. In college I started to realize that words have immense power. The power to build people up and the power to break hearts. Within words whether they be in person or on a piece of paper they move us. They allow us to better understand others and to better understand ourselves. They teach us empathy. I have read poems that have changed my life. Magazine articles. Quotes. Books (shoutout to the #Bible). Words matter.

In the past two years, I needed an outlet. A way to allow myself to be open and vulnerable and connect with the world. So, I started writing more. This blog…but also poetry. After taking a poetry class in college I started taking it pretty seriously. My word doc was filling up.

After some prayer and guidance from the Big Man Upstairs I was offered to be published by Tribute Publishing. My book “Pouring Echoes” will be released this November. This is a book about relationships. About empathizing with others. It is about screaming out the world and waiting for a reply. It is about having your heart broken and watching your loved one’s hearts break. It is about joy in uncertainty. It is about hope in fear.

The reason I am posting this is not to try to sell myself. If this book is bought by 1 person and it allows them to know that “someone gets it” that is enough for me. If you having been following this blog for sometime now and are interested in reading words that flew straight from my heart, give my book a chance. I will sure to keep you all updated and post the amazon link in November if you would like to purchase it 🙂

Here is a little piece of a poem.

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You can follow my poetry account on Instagram @njb.poetry

*Thank you again to all of you who have been reading my posts this year. I hope to continue writing more and encouraging y’all to keep loving God and others every single day. If you are ever in need of a friend or someone to talk to about something in your life that you or a friend may be struggling with. Don’t be afraid to reach out. We were born to listen.