I must admit;
I’m terrified of the present and past tense
Medicinal rations get me past it.
Until my luck runs out;
Screaming I Wont come down!
My bad days are so bad that my good days are so good that I get a…
Rush; So I’m climbing up.
This aint so rough, but.
The hardest part is the way down they said…
I dont dread. IT. NOT A BIT.
Just chillin’ on this mountain top lit…
And I must admit.
Its real nice up here.
Looking down at my next nightmare.
-Nina
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“When everything finally falls into place; you’ll soon realize behind your pain is your grace. “
– Nina
Just give me a pen… Ascend.
Words cut like a knife, embedded n sewn like thread
Bled out poems so I’m light in the head
Here’s the bread.
Whether or not you can weather the hot
Cold, Bold,
Only know what we’re told, it’s
The lives that we know…
I reign down like a thunderstorm…
Tattering Windows on your screen
What’s she coming for?
It’s left unsaid.
We all change faces, n stages, it’s amazing
To look back where we came from
The fate of… ya
“State of mind”…
Time and time again
We find and; (REMIND)
To Catch a moment of bliss…
Sublime n here’s a…
-Kiss-
-Nina
Starfishes
or silver shells,
sea glass pebbles,
blue-green diamonds…
a lost dolphin’s dream,
an angel walking on water,
or maybe the key that opens
all forgotten sand castles,
will we ever know
what a child
running on the beach
is looking for?
~
Enfant sur une plage des Landes (France) © 2016 – F.G.M.
Source: Forgotten Sand Castles
Poem: Forward…
The forked tongue of the future lies ahead
Beckoning us forward. Advance! Progress!
Regardless of the perils and our dread
Of failure, ever onward must we tread.
And no matter how much we feel the stress,
The forked tongue of the future lies ahead.
And whether we fly the black flag or red,
The same indignations we must address
Regardless of the perils and our dread:
The starving masses, children barely fed;
And even for those who have even less
The forked tongue of the future lies ahead.
So throw away your doubts; let us instead
Rejoice in future’s coming, and impress —
Regardless of the perils and our dread —
Our generation’s mark. Let it be said
We lived, loved, built, and understood that, yes,
The forked tongue of the future lies ahead
Regardless of the perils and our dread.
As a young child
The Devil asked me what I wanted
In exchange for my soul in the afterlife
It took me a centuries to answer his calling
Dreading the hell but infatuated with my reward
I would hear him whispering in my ear
About the treasures and fulfilled luxurious desires
Anything I wanted was to be mine
God was nowhere to be found
I was feeling so serene in the devils shadow
Perhaps I liked it like that
And so it seemed…
The devils offer was the only option…
And I closed my eyes.
Nina
Night falls;
As does my conceptual thought…
I am still awake but I feel I am dreaming
River streaming; Serenity spot
Calming ease ; My green tea is my peace
My soul is wandering… I think of you and your beautiful face
Even thoughts are warm embrace
The days fly by; and I want more time with you
Its a sign; that complete peace is a simple reminder of you
I am drifting away but I know you’re here with me
Listening to my poetry
As my green tea I am sipping
-Nina…
I spent a decade
Frolicking in toxins
As did you;
We’ve spent an earth year together
Grasping each other tightly
Knotted
Am I? An addiction
Affliction?
I feel it; sometimes depicted
But we have to bear in mind
Where we came to find
Ourselves within
Each others hearts
Where we made our marks
Permanent
Serving as a light
In this dark…
-Nina
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