I die and rise again
The sweet escape
Light reigns on my life
From out of the darkness
Nina
Category Archives: My Poetry
Endings.
I aint hustle no more; you do your damn thing
I tried to trust you no more;
Made me lose my damn mind
Just can’t fuck witchu; even tho I was in love with you
Fuck these days; fuck these times;
Raise my glass ; my new girl is all mine
Sip my drank and she clearing my mind
Im not going back to the street life
Not because its scaring me
Imma do right
So my parents aint have to bury me
Nina
Untitled
Baby your a pinnacle
So perfect; I could worship n I wonder n hope its not cynical
Unbelievable beauty and grace is such a miracle
When you said yes; my stress went out the window
We have a date with destiny; a destiny date
I wait n wait so anxiously;
Just simply to see your face
But I know time flies and in a blink of an eye
I’ll have you in my arms and eventually have to say goodbye
I’ll let you go fly cause I can have you back
I said baby can I love you?
“Only if I can love you back.”
To E.S.D.
Nina
3rd abstract 9
This is a no commission
Simple reminiscent bliss a fitted picture bliss
I’m 9
9 times out of ten rhymes without a pen
My mind wanders I ponder n walk there is n there isn’t
I decide where I have been
No existential proof that I’ve existed upon the truths; visions
So I can see clearly. 3 3rd eye for dearly
Departed I miss you n the world is frozen supposedly cold hearted
Rain obsessed
Why do I love the rain
Does it wash away the pain
The hurt; of living here on earth
Or is it the calm and serene
Drifting into streams
Or cascading lights in the city
Stunning; it’s so pretty
Or perhaps the sound
On the tin roofs or ground
It’s lovely when it rains except
Perhaps I’m a little rain obsessed.
Nina
Realm
Dive into my deepest depths
Find yourself as lost as I
Caressing my soul
The devine and demonic
My eyes have seen too much
I cannot close them
My third eye will never close
Take a look inside the realm
We are all awaiting
The world of mine is also yours
Suspended in time
Perhaps an eternity
Nina
Go.
Dare to write
Writing your dreams, desire, sex, love and passion
Whatever that may be
You can see your thoughts colliding with concrete written form
It’s bare and exposed
Lighting a way through the dark reality of human consciousness
Love yourself
Blessed with the food, shelter, family friends
Give thanks when you write
Nobody is promised tomorrow
Everybody dies; but not everybody lives.
The way it is
My mental illness makes it so I can’t punch the clock
The medical system makes it so I can’t trust the docs
They say if you can’t run then you walk but my hearts running the shots
And My meds ain’t working no more in fact they make it worse than before
It’s beautiful and terrifying to be this perplexed
Down n out. You see my downs our out. What’s next?
I’m out
Zzzz
Weary eyes and sore muscles. A devine sense of self; I rest
Laying on my blanket in a hoodie and pajamas in my home along the river
In the cold and rainy northwest. Along the Pacific ocean and mountain peaks
The humid air and ocean breeze I listen to the train whistle blow
Resting my eyes and awake I sleep.
Bliss.
Is run free even possible. Run? Free?
Occupying the same sentence but..
Polar opposites; Yet I combine them
Running down my street; fast as I can
The road ends; I’m met with water
So I dive in; truly running free
Weightless bliss and the world…
Is lifted off of my shoulders.
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