Turn off the news and stop scrolling the gram. Mind spam.
I’ll be damned if I stand another second on that platform.
Same goes for facebook or twitter. What a shitter.
X isn’t even my ex. Never fucked with the bitch.
Here I am now on the press, so whats next.
Important things like staying with wit, physically fit.
Feel like throwing my phone out the window, end the doom, so simple.
To be honest here’s the real word:
The news is the sun rises again and this is your world.
What is WordPress?
World of words; magic written aligned with style
Welcome to a place of pure freedom and expression
My suggestion is partake in the art form if you adore; explore more
Call it my own, call it my home existing a formatted form
You can choose to fight here or kick back; have a break; kit kat
I’m just here to build with grace
Many variations interlaced on the interface.
You dont know where freedom lies
Building our own prisons
Slaves to your own possession
Please find your way
And escape the matrix of your design
Before it is too late
Because freedom isn’t out there
Its in here.
In the temple I await sunrays
Another day; free as a bird
Simplicity and peace
All that I need
Letting go and falling into Zen
Nothing is required
In the here and now.
I’m battling a depression.
Bipolar 1 diagnosis with no professional attention.
I do what I can.
Stay sober and move when I have to; across the land.
The world is chaos yet I can find peace to remind me of why Im trying.
To carry on.
Push the envelope of fitness as a quick fix; a band aid.
I cant stand being laid up feeling hopeless.
Its like being dope sick.
Anyways thats all I have to say about this bullshit.
They want to turn Gaza into the Trump Plaza
To Israel and US; Muslim lives do not matter
Almost a hundred years of occupation
We’ve arrived at an even more evil destination
Dropping more bomb weight than Hiroshima
We watch in awe, our generation has never seen it.
Genocide.
I need to write to clear my head; too much fear and dread
The world is on fire; Id bet you’d agree I’m no liar
Consistently fucked up on a daily basis; lets face it
Are we gonna make it?
How many will stand for something; even if its all for nothing?
I’ll take the good with the bad
Still representin’ with the depression
No stressin’
Still manifestin’ what is destined!
-Nina
The sun rises today; a pink bloom
Reminding us the creational essence is beautiful
In the night I dreampt of death
But the sky tells me I am reborn once again.
The world is a suitable, beautiful, muse to her
She wakes up with smeared make up
And types whatever’s true to her
Whether its painful and the rain falls
Whether its sun rays and her love plays
She writes for a better tomorrow
Today the page is the only quarrel
What could have or should have been
As it is written; life is brand new again
Let the writing be a healing from this desolate plane
Growing up and showing us that it’s alive again
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