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Escaping with you. Jason Mitha.

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Let me get a taste of passion; The fruit of life

I want to begin again where the memories were born.

When the moonlit sky danced on the ocean

And city lights twinkled along the shores.

Our adventures had no start or end

Meandering through wilderness and concrete

We would devour elixirs that fired neurons

And you would dance in the green grass as the sun rose.

Our sacred spot on the river; during hot summer days

Like kids we just wanted to play.

I can’t think of the words to say; wish they didnt take you away

Without you around; its so hard to escape.

I miss you J Bird.

My Poetry, Poetry

Ramble rhyme blot ink jot

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They think Im somethin special But I think Im like everything from the shelf. Im. Just myself nothin else, nothin extraordinary. Nothing noteworthy from my inventory now heres the story. Im just trynna survive mine; Life. Im not a cat I dont got nine Lives. Just chillin n livin’ working on many things and one of them things forgiveness. Ive been beat up and down and I been around the block. Down and up and drinkin till Im drowned my sorrows weigh more than pounds n Im sorry. For anything that went down that hurt anyone along my journey. I try to keep my head up; right now I’m trynna get some bread up cause Im fed up with the sky high prices of simple ass stuff. Like a bed and a place to rest my head; this is crazy I cant even afford to live in a shed. When I wrote this; I simply bled emotions poetical therapy But naw Im not hopeless. Im actually ontop of it; climbing n never droppin it; philosophies im trying to follow it and acknowledging my own accomplishments.

Nina

Art, My Poetry, Poetry

Oclock.

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Time for discipline; a change

Instead of playing games I script the page

Singing a different tune’

Some people call it moves

But I am the stillness

I will create the sountrack to my own life

Devices construct the cord; as I move “still” toward

Forgiveness is distilled

As unchanged as the fact that only change is real

But Im compounding the elements as we speak

Dance to sing my song diversely n the weight of the world hurts my knees

What is anxiety?

It is the future I hold inside of me

Fuck all the varieties of anxiety supplying me with doubt

I can conquer anything with or without

Its just a stillness and the realness of now.

-Nina

 

 

 

 

Anime, My Poetry, Poetry

The Bloom of a Virus

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Strange to find peace in this now; but here I am

Fond of change like autumn leaves blow breeze

Present tense; change strange and evident

But Im here aware wide awake stare; im just

Without care

Blessing to the ill who have fallen to the will of nature

My stature is forever patient

Statistics stream like star streams

Yet I sit and day dream in between the lines of these times

Finesse caress; these rhymes

Feminine forever ancient Egyptian feline

Who wanders without worry and skurrys playful

It is simple nature; take this and embrace this

We all must simply awaken and face this

Together harmonious; our ways were felonious

Learn to love and love to learn a new path

When they see a new you like whos THAT

Forever remaining in a change and I thank god for this change that is raining…

Down upon us.