It would be Fun to Switch
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A Night Essence
Blooming in Darkness Alone
Emptiness of the City
Embracing the Comforting Silence…
Nina
Nina
Category Archives: My Poetry
Journaling the bus. – Nina
I was sitting in the borough; waiting for the bus….; crazy traffic so I pull out my tablet and start to type. The whole neighborhood is gridlock but the bus arrives 20 minutes later. The city is in a misty haze as I cross the Queensborough bridge; rain tattering windows and playing in the traffic . The usual rush hour traffic and people row after row simply stare at their phones. …I look up and ok up and I’m at 22nd… and it’s already iIt’s time to hop the next bus…
I sit here in my own little world amidst a bus full of people… Time going by very slowly as we go and stop and stop and go. These moments are perfect imagery of the 21st century as I look up at the bus advertisements “All ages. All genders. All orientations… Opt: Options for sexual health”. Safe sex busriders! And To the left of it is a security camera watching and listening to us all. The cameras never stop me from doing graffiti on the trains and bus’s; ” I just doubt anyone in authority really gives a fuck”. As I throw something up. Heh….
It sucks that I don’t have headphones as I type away because the noises I’m subject to in this moment are rather distracting and actually quite aggravating in the morning… I’m tired andn It sounds like 4 different conversations at once; all in Filipino… with the bleeps n buttons of the bus… reminds me of trying to watch cartoons while peaking on mushrooms ( I used to really like mushrooms) But I”m indifferent about public transit. Do I love it? Do I hate it? I’m not really sure. But i got to go pick up some dough for rent, the trip was inevitable. A cold rainy day in July!!! how odd. Even for Vancouver n. I’m freezing….
I kick my feet up and try to get comfy. Passing high rise towers. Farms. Shops. Rivers. This particular ride has nothing to really look at so… I guess it’s a good time to write. It’s almost time to get off for bus number 3. Sigh…. got to get money Nina…
Hopped on the next and I’ve reached the upscale neighborhood of Marpole or… South Granville on route to downtown. Starting to get extremely bored and I haven’t even arrived yet. I close my eyes and I’ll let the world pass without thought…. blink of an eye. Mission complete.
I know. A love poem.
I know now. Maybe I’ve always known.
That she needs me.
She needs me to need and love her like I need her to need me and love me.
She is…
That soul search inside me…
She is “That best thing to happen”.
I know now. Maybe I’ve always known.
That she will always….
Will forever love me;
For whatever the day may bring.
Nina
Rampart my darkness. – Nina
Whatdyaa say we rampart my darkness?
Find out why my back arches
Lets play truth or dare
But a far more ruthless stare
From my innocent eyes
Watch me deminish my life to the abysmal truth
I live in disguise
I’ll tease you with my innocence
Reach out to touch and it diminishes
To a screaming demon with no rhyme or reason
Arching my back
Come back I’ll please you…
Drawn in my my fingertips
I’m the master of my own exploitation
A buck naked damnation
I’m demeaning myself
Demons revealing themselves
I’m a doctrine of my own toxins
Choking myself of oxygen
I cut my own lifeline
Watch the rope wither away
Falling for years
It’s Always been this way.
Theres only that one fucking moment in the day
Telling you to give the fuck up or keep going or to lay down and die or to run far far away
This isn’t the last time for me to lay down and die
I’ll die tomorrow and the next day and the next
Dying to have another step to take in any direction that isn’t “here”
Using all sorts of escape mechanisms
But the traps Ive created are far too real
Far too painful and I will never heal
I will never run away from this
Ever again
Revealed.
Information Age : Rhyme Poetry – Nina
Its systematic; for you to be a system addict
Backslash\\\\\\; this is your life; Trapped
Cannot resist the catalyst
The world is mad manic; cash grabbing
Catch a glimpse of the stashing; your information; static
Virus infiltrates the minds of; blinds us
Information age; what a waste and it defines us
Love. – Nina
“When you fall in love with somebody; you no longer see their face and their body. You see their soul and their essence.” -GoodnightNina
Positivity. – Nina
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It does not matter how long you are spending on the earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters”
The toy box in my bedroom. A short story by Goodnightnina
Had to Reblogg!
Once upon a time, perhaps in another dimension of sorts. Or perhaps an altered reality ( a parallel to the norm which had been departed ). There was a world… it was a dark world like our own although the visions and communications to the mind lay shrouded in an unknown; as to wake up drunk in an amusement park in an abandoned ghost town. All those who enter this realm are intoxicated… euphoric… Or confused.
In this place the laws of physics are often bent, finding oneself transporting from one place to the next. Perhaps flying over the maps of which the reality created unto itself. It is itself; a living and growing place. It’s a place you’ve never been, but you have, faces you’ve never seen but it’s as though a permanent dejavu. Traveling along to its ominous melody.
I find myself in this place often. I climb…
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Me reading: Each step, only once. ; poetry reading.
Tears – Nina
Do I even realize the tears I cry
Can I see or even feel myself tremble in fear
Do I conceive the solitude of my mind
The scapegoats and mechanisms
And how long I’ve been holding this breath
Can I not go out of my body and take a look
At a lost soul, drowning in depth?
-Nina
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