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Dream Poetry – Nina

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The wandering subconscious;

Abstract and poetic symphony

Into the depths of mystery

Taking me away; departing once again

My dreamcatcher bends time and unravels the other realm

I don’t know where I am going this time…

And this time…

The only time…

When time is irrelevant; non existent

Hymms of darkness; I listen.

Kaleidescope focussed

Eyes closed; I see everything that was once unnoticed

My existence is reminiscent but non-concrete

Like a blindfolded painter; blind unknown

But residing in an Oasis

My life formed a basis

When I close my eyes; its realized my mind designed

All of these creations.

So I arise from the depths each morning and rejoyce

Answer the phone

And hear my lovers voice

So happy to be alive

I have no other choice.

 

Nina

 

 

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She was the emotional type, Unsure if she’ intro or extroverted.

She didn’t know if she wanted to volunteer or do crime ;at times it’s worth it.

She didn’t know if the world is real, standing still, if she’d grown up ,or was still just a kid.

She didn’t know if she’s good or bad, happy or sad and she REALLY never knew all the things that she had.

It’s because she didn’t know that she continued to grow.

Searching for answers.

That she never would know.

Nina

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Keystyle freestyle writing. – Nina

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I don’t know what to write. Impose a rule on myself to just compose and type

; like I suppose your right. Here it goes; in flight.

Im not complaining simply explaining that a lot of my days are draining me driving me insanely, plain to see that my mind is somewhat aimlessly;and broken.

I wish I was calmer are more soft spoken.

My girlfriend says I was in a better place mentally when I was living in the homeless shelter.

Shes right; its like I do better surrounded by… lives like mine but whatever.

Now is the only moment; so: hold it…

I Do not condone any of my past it’s already done so don’t quote it.

Nina

 

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barz up like stars up (astronomy) – nina

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Calm , cool n collected its respected, As-Salaam-Alaikum

Peaceful warrior deployer of the notable collective

I wrote rhymes and quote lines of wisdom through rhythm

Stole all the bold minds; the quotes /  their literary envisions

No guilt; we built / through the sharing of ideas

Felt the urge; to purge words /  undermining all the evil

But Through my own quest; I protest;  no rest /  for the equality

Align my  bars up; like stars up in the sky / is my astronomy

 

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Sleepy writing. Zzzzz

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Life; being oh so precious. The phone rings, and she is oh so beautiful to my soul… I am thankful to be here writing this. Throughout everything I’ve been through I am still happy that it all is going the way it is. Even realizing more and more how delicate I am just makes it that more important to keep thriving. I love my friends and my family; always in my heart. I wonder often how I am even going to make it through single moments, so powerful the present moment is. And so powerful is the past and future. It is so beautiful to cast rays of light through the dark. Making us re-evaluate and redefine what all these moments mean. I don’t know if I will even remember writing this but, it will be here forever. Perhaps it all lasts forever. I wait for night to fall on June 29th. My eyes already heavy before the sun has set. I’m picturing an unknown tomorrow; if such is fathomable. Picturing an unknown but only knowing that… this unknown is going to be good to me; it always has and it always will. GoodnightWorld.

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UN-TITLED – nina

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Practicing what we preach: out of reach; searching for peace but I think this is a unique piece:

In the midst of a middle riddle; I fiddle on the electronicals with supersonic speed atomical precision decision making heart racing; facing myself is always hardest; trying to depart it: impossible my clause interconnecting and hopping obstacles.

Questioning everything and returning to my breath; nothingness its so comforting but than again: back to reality of tragedy; calamity the causes of suffering: uttering threats into my inner soul; so powerful it can be picked up by Interpol.

Its funny how quick I switch from enlightened n lit to a frightened little bitch; I need to hitch a ride back to the relaxed fact that everything is in fact fine and intact or is it? Here I go again in slow motion repent everything I ever did.

Wait… everything happens for a reason and…

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4 Bars on Earth – Nina

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Time gon’ fly by in the blink of an eye.

Don’t be surprised / To open your eyes n meet your demise

I lived so many lives, plus… / so many lies

Heart broken so many times, / none left we can find

I demand my demons give me a reason for their schemin’

In my mind with no meaning just teasin’ me until my eyes bleedin’

Police patrolling / heat holding, Parole notion denied,

Well… hell is right here on earth; / No way to disguise

And to “god”… Your quite suspect

If you in control, I can see you enjoy torturin’ the world /

Every day I’m asking whats next….

-Nina

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Mushroom Sunrise

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I know you’ve heard the chattering whispers

Cracking forest

And seen the shifting cascading shadows

We can’t sleep amidst the sifting slithers

We are here now and…

I know you’ve seen the trees breathing in the woods

And watched the lightworks glow and dance

When you’re breathing so deeply; eyes enchanced

Enhanced; it all dances

Beautiful and dark, dark and beautiful

Musical notes introduced with this dose

Theres no pretending in this truth

Mind bending obtuse

Coming so close to the central nervous

But don’t be, NO ;

Nervous; another deep breath

Laugh and tease death

It is these quests, that make us alive

Make us feel blessed

In awe is our eyes

As the sun begins to rise