My calm; it comes from the storms
Perhaps I remain in the eye
Visualizing the Individual cries
7 billion inhabitants; all inherit the sky
The storm is my calm as I look up
I see the dark clouds;
Sunlight fighting to gleam on us
Dusk till dawn
From the night till morn’
The calm is my storm.
I have not been myself it seems… and I can’t shake it off. I sit in my lingerie all alone and I want to be touched; to be your desire. I want to be taken. Here and now and forever. Asking when I’m going to see you but I’m on fire… burning n itching and clawing at the walls in my empty room… A wild animal.
Nothing quenches my thirst…biting down on myself but knowing I can’t do this alone. Whispering to myself what I wish you would do and say to me. And oh what I would do to you if you would let me… Mind racing; Back arching, with my head floating in pink clouds.
Take.
Tryin’ to turn Dock Martins Into Astons
Trans-Atlantic Banter
Calm Nina Psalms reader
Conform me not. Sobriety or not.
Try me, see me, but you don’t wanna be me.
I see in 3d its; 2deep. Boots and fiends
1 Tree my family be. Roots
But I can’t relate wit em;
Wait it depends
We ate together but at opposite ends
Meditate with pens
Seditation ends,
You know you hit the blunt too hard when you walking round tasting colours on the seashore. -Nina
Are you really listening, can you hear the clock ticking?
Time keeps turning weather you stagnant or persisting.
Sun rise; glistening, can you hear the birds singing?
Sight to the blind. Tell me are you really listening?
Every day we wake up; play the rules; It aint a game.
Some win and some lose; and when you lose it aint the same.
You had something to lose but now you got everything to gain.
Start back from the beginning and try this shit again.
Playing by some different rules now; and put it down another way.
No one wants to struggle; but we all wanna’ maintain.
Struggling to survive; wake up and do it all again.
Are you really listening, your heart and what it says?
Would you do your yesterdays today?
If you had the choice; would you have lived it in a different way?
Like… seeing it at another angle;
A better handle
Hands of time around your throat;
We all getting strangled….
I write upon the walls of time, my chisel chipping.
Hieroglyphics of my mind.
Tell me.
Are you listening?
She told me good night. “I love you”.
Click*
Closing my eyes I ask the universe to take me away
The day is long and I’d like to go now
Wrapping myself in my clouds
Imagining where I am going
Because every time I go to rest; closing my eyes
I am always sent to a new world
Where my father can walk again and I go cliff diving with him
Or I can paint trains in the serene darkness
The world is mapped out; familiar but not so familiar
Subconscious playgrounds
They are so dark and ominous
Or bright.
Luminous.
Light.
Nina
My name is Nina; the transgender psycho blogger.
Climbed out of bed and to the coffee
Op-tea-mystic,
World at my fingertips and I worry bout no shit.
In this moment,
Judgements or backfires are simply a sign of my attempting progress
Attempt unleash repressed
Memories;
I’m Psycho yes; you could ask anyone that knows me personally
I can indulge you if you like,
Why certainly…
-Nina
I am found in the darkness
You can follow if you wanted
Tread through the darkness of which I abide
Lose track of time; lose peace of mind
To lose oneself in an absence of light
And Find Oneself
In The Darkness of night.
-Nina
We are governed by the laws of physics
is it…
fact or fiction
to be trapped
or
to believe in supernatural
actual
happenings.
We use a small portion
of our mind
or activation
psychedelics sublime
become animated.
Strange places I’ve been
and I wonder
if my eyes
mind
soul
defy me;
defying the governing laws
“laws”
the laws of the universe.
-Nina
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