Life’s unpredictable / devious and blissful.
The Yin and Yang
I’m riding through and I see and feel everything in every moment
For whatever comes, may come
I simply want to be
Here in existence in these moments, this ride
Watching the world fly by
Or stop in time
I’m riding
Nina
Just HAVE to get on camera
Just HAVE to spit rhymes
It’s addiction for tomorrow
For Today
For now
Do you like my cat ears?
“Ouch” Said Nina.
She was right… they are too spicy…
Causing a tummy ache worthy of an academy award.
“The Samosas of death”
-They really need to lay off the chilli-
Munch munch*
“The sauce isn’t right.” Said Larissa
“It’s not thick enough,”.
Nina grew anxious of the aggravating burning of her stomach.
Although the price is right.
The people are nice.
Ilness is spawned by these demonic snacks
“WE ARE NEVER GETTING SAMOSAS FROM GOA AGAIN”.
Just pizza…
Just pizza….
Sincerely Nina
Once upon a time Audastic girl named Nina
A Martr – Cause being trans only made me harder
An international abstract – in these the concrete walls
These bars like prison cells -and my oz have you staring in awe
Fresh out the prison with the wisdom.
No God for me I am not controlled by a religion…
With my pen and my pad, I create my own fate.
No fads or facades , I stay-fresh like Colgate. 😉
❤
-Nina
Time is beautiful
As it has the power to reveal
The power to heal
Time you can feel
Time isn’t always so real
As time can lock you up
or set you free
Each moment;
Opportunity!
Each moment only once; it is precious
Calm or restless…
A fleeting escape
Alive or un-awake
Somethings are timeless And Others are past their time
Or before their time…
It is affected by gravitational pull
Like the moon
Sun
Stars…
Time is soon and later and now
It was before And it was before before
Playing in the time
Until we are given no more
But this is natural so don’t be afraid of time;
Stretching or… running out
I don’t need a watch to know
that;
The time is now.
Nina
The sun will be rising soon,
it is black
Sounds of rain.
Out of subconscious.
I am awakened.
I’ve seen so sick for so long.
This is hard to type;
wondering for how long… this is going to be my life.
I’m trapped in this.
I can’t remain calm, when my bodily chemistry feels like napalm.
Something to scorch the pain
Somebody torch the way
This is torture;
I live with day to day.
I’m up and down but mostly down
and it’s down deep
Hoping I don’t go down so far that you can’t find me
As the tears stream down my face
It’s hard to face the days
I need this pain to go away.
Hard to see
Hard to speak
Hard to breathe
Please …
Help me God
I need peace.
-Nina
There was nothing, became everything, words devastating.
The tongue is far sharp-er sword. Bit-er sweet words
They ink jot and plot on pages
Captivating your mind, your captive in this ancient
Way. Since pyramids you peer-amidst scripture
The script will surely fit-the-picture
Graffiti-esque hieroglyphs; of time
In rhyme-form or devine-chords
Forever and ever and ever… trying to define more
Writers n biters, stolen ideas are the highest potential in-sequential
Prior to this something there was a comforting nothing
Simplistic-mystic-blissful-infinitely-intimate
Nothing.
Streetlights burnt out.
And the city’s are overgrown.
We’ve Vanished…
“Beautiful”, I thought.
-Nina
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