Monthly Archives: June 2025

Journaling, Poetry

Yawn.

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Good morning.

I’m a little sleepy this morning. Not sure what to write. Onto coffee number 2 lol… That’s funny. I’m just waiting for my girl to wake up. I feel like good days are coming my way even though it seems like the world is falling apart.

Its been so cold lately, especially in the mornings. Ive got my space heater running in the bedroom so that I can hibernate in there soon.

On another note. Now that I am sober…. Not homeless or facing homelessness… Why do my journals not feel so important. Is it simply because I am safe? I don’t know. Hmmm…

-Nina

My Poetry, Poetry

Is it time?

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“Is it time”? I ask them.

And I ask myself… “To give up”?

They always answer “No, It is not time”.

I also tell myself “No, It is not time”.

For whatever reason being…

I carry on.

“It is not time”.

Seasons change: Rain to snow, and clouds to sun.

I move from place to place.

Starting new lives in new worlds.

“It is not time”.

As I grow older I know I must carry on.

When it is time to go: my heart will no longer beat.

I will leave this place: or I will return.

Until my last breath: I will not give up.

“No, It is not time”.

Anime, Poetry

I’m Agoraphobic But…

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Its good to be alive.

I thrive, Mind mine most of the time

Plus I fly; Slide when its time to ride.

Back into a place of nature and creation.

Walk about; You dont know what I’m talking about.

And thats okay.

I breathe with the words of the trees and I…

Write just for me. So comfortably.

Rise up by myself; So I’m in good company.

My space is my temple, A place thats so gentle

So many things I can get into.

From video games to graffiti.

Black book pages with a pencil.

Sobriety and prayer protection; its my selection.

So much ital; thats vital, brings about so many blessings.

What am I writing for and fighting for?

Does it matter when I can die tomorrow?

So live for the day.

Righteously despite the sorrow.