Category Archives: Poetry
My silhouette – Nina
I used to light candles and dance with my silhouettes
They seemed like the true reflection of my soul
Shining in all directions; so happily.

-Nina
Healing
“They say laughter is the best medicine but tears can be an antidote as well.”
-Nina
Magic – Nina
Although the night is dark and the moon shrouded in clouds
Hearing the wind and the wolves howl
And the trees look like demonic eyes
A sudden grin arises on your face…
You are full of surprises aren’t you?
Do you still believe in magic?
-NIna
UN-TITLED / RHYME-RECITAL – Nina
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 it has a deeper meaning resonating in my soul just waiting to defeat my demons that be ever scheming on my being…
Back to the breath again, rest again, is that just me repressing them? “Thoughts”….. “Not” if I continue to learn from the lessons and suggestions by enlightened messengers descending from whats basically heaven sent.
Purposefully I use the words perfect like word perfect it auto-corrects my words to be well worth it, hoping I’m serving the world when my splurges like this hit the net surfing. Im just gonna ride the wave till i wash up on shore and find that place where Im not nervous…
They say that words move mountains; its true. My life and what I’m wanting to do. If I never grow up I’ve found the fountain of youth. But if I don’t grow I’m stuck up in this cycle : abuse.
So what am I gonna do? Take it day by day / play by play. What else do you want me to say?
Peace be upon you; today is a beautiful day.
Nina
MY MUSE: Ice Cream Fiend. Rewritten by me; By Poet Unknown

Iced cream…
‘I was an iced cream “fiend”.
One day i decided i needed a scoop of… “rainforest crunch”.
Now… “cup or cone?”…
Cup or cone cup or cone…
When getting iced cream one is always faced with this conundrum
Cup or cone cup or cone?
You see if I take a cup… ill wonder about the cone.
Cone!
You see with the cone;
I lick the tip… and then i crunch n munch the cone
then i lick the tip AND THEN I CRUNCH N MUNCH THE CONE
I take a big bite
Crunching n munching…
then i lick my lips…
cause I like that game…
Dreaming of murder by: Nina

6:19 AM :That’s sleeping in for me. Crawl to the laptop and its hard to keep my eyes open. The coffee maker is crackling. I just dreamt that I murdered an old friend and oddly thats not shocking and I’m just exited how real the night city-scape was in my subconscious mind. So surreal and I definitely had no idea I was dreaming: asking friends for help to cover up the murder. I cant remember exactly what he did but it was enough for us to bash his skull in. Blood stained memory cards taken by homicide investigators as I take cover in the night> Maybe this post is too much for the morning… I made a poetry slam video called: Dreams/Every Night because I dream every night and they are usually extremely realistic and often profound. Obviously there was more to the dream than the murder and thats why I brought it up. As I sat in the car going to pick up stolen evidence on the murder case; the lights and the city and the traffic just seemed “too real” more real than the concious world we live in. I came to the conclusion that this city was somes ort of duplicate (technically it was) I began to drive frantically through the alleys unsure where I was going DUMBFOUNDED BY SUBCONCIOUS IMAGERY left, right, left right. I come into a dead end… 6:19 AM: Thats sleeping in for me. Crawl to the laptop and try to keep my eyes open…
COFFEE IS READY!
NINA
Unblock — Haiku out of africa
the first clean brush stroke – on an empty white canvas – breaks the silent spell © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/
“The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts”.
Na jukna kabhi kisi se, Na rukna kisi mod pe, Na tham na kisi rah pe, Na harna kisi hal me. Ye Hauslo ki Udan he, Tu udana badi shan se. Nishan Chuk Maf, Nahi Maf Nichu Nishan. Forget each and everything, Happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts
Quality of thought….
Meditation daily.
Persistence.
Learning
Practice.
Buddhism.
via Happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts — MAULIK ZAVERI WELCOMES YOU
You and I; The Intimate Twins. ; Poetry reading dedicated to my girlfriend. By Goodnightnina


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