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Butterfly by Nina
I’m that butterfly;
I’m that beautiful butterfly.
Pink, purple,
yellow and black.
I’m that butterfly you can’t catch,
just watch in awe.
Fluttering into nothingness.
I’m that butterfly whom rises from earth.
Into the sky; rising rebirth.
Bipolar described in poetry. By Nina
When dreams and reality mix; my mind twist space n time.
Sentences in my mind incomplete and jumbled.
The pain is unbearable and I can’t focus.
The thought train is overwhelming grandiose negative paranoia.
I lose track of myself and memories begin to be erased.
Chase down 3 seconds of comfort; only refuge from this place.
Alone with my screaming demons, what is the reason.
Enhanced senses, feeling too much and too deeply.
Dreading the next breath I’m light headed.
Subconscious embedded schizophrenic essence.
Tears run down my face, my lover can’t help be afraid.
Interlaced emotions continue to confuse, I’ve lost my view.
Distrusting earth, corrupting everything I’ve seen from birth.
There’s nowhere to run or hide. I continue to gun this fight.
I’m a soldier fuck this shit. I’ve done this shit a hundred times.
Switch my mindstate from afraid to irate.
I’m right the world is Fucked Up…
I’d Love to make it better tomorrow just weather this storm.
This isn’t even real, what I feel; it’s chemical sorrow.
What good is a good day without bad ones. I’m attached to this aura.
I’m glad I can come out on top….
I was trapped and caught up….
Strapped to a mattress and shot up…
Nina
Untitled – Nina
Stopped for a moment, your pause awaits response.
I reply simply a clause initially flawed; you gaze in awe.
I have guideline on my timeline refined rhymes that define: I
Raps attached to gun toting n exploding that are of a frozen stat.
Love infinite; dismissed diminishing oblivious differences.
Opposing that.
I break the chains of the vicious cycle malicious carnivorous.
Do you have a moment to change fate? My pen n pad a gateway….
Man-made, stake-claims, fake-gains of “dollar bills”.
You got to.
“main-tain”.
Right.
-Nina
Valenrhymes Day
Oh my Divine… Assiral spiral
I admire you, but…..
You are a naughty, naughty girl.
Polka dotty pearl.
Your a doozy alright.
Your amusing me all night.
Frizzy puppies get jealous.
I try not to be selfish shellfish.
You made me cum out my shell.
Shit. Might as well. Bitch..
I’m backwards with fore words.
Loving you before earth.
I’m just gonna rub you.
I rub you so much.
Rub you long time.
With dumb rhymes.
Call me when the sun rise.
Happy Valentine’s.
Nina
P.s.
Prove it.
Muse, used you, hope I didn’t abuse it
I was about to cry; Then I felt the universe. -Nina
Sitting alone it’s pitch black before the dawn.
Stars in the sky.
I have had my issues with depression, the weight of the universe making me about to make me cry.
“No Nina,”.
It’s not the weight upon you; causing this sensation…
it is the energy trying to flow through you.
This world is moving and flowing at unimaginable rates and molecular mathematics.
I let the energies of it all flow through me; it takes but a millisecond to feel it.
Like a river.
Flow through my body and take all my pain away.
To literally feel time, space and matter for just that one moment.
Do not fight the flow of the raging river was a Zen tale I always enjoyed, perhaps it applies in all moments.
This flowing universe ; we live amongst the endless stars.
Stop to feel it,
If you need to.
-Nina
Zen Poetry: The trouble is. – Nina
I was fine with the struggle but the trouble is…
“The struggle is,”.
Beautiful the struggle is…
But painful, the words mustering.
It’s said life is suffering.
I attempt to uproot But the trouble is; the suffering.
“Has deep roots “.
I must attempt to uncover this…
Where did all begin? I’m wondering…
The trouble is, wondering the suffering roots is;
“uncomforting…”.
Meditating on uncomforting subjectives, suffering and
All of a sudden I find nothingness*
Even the monk searches by searching “nothingness,”.
The trouble is…
Transcending Dawn -Nina
I try to keep normality absent. / As if I could mask it.
Transcend gender / transgender madd Kidd.
A retired liar /open book on fire;
Trying to inspire….
Jumping fences / caught on hooks and wire.
I can envision a promise land.
Tearing my clothes, Expose myself, / Dawn at hand.
Embrace the fate over the broken gate. / Even amidst the hundreds of broken promises.
I envision this grace / and the sacred place awaits.
We here now….
I bring my twin with me; polarity / solar ascend from our anatomy.
2 spirited 2 spirits 2 spearheaded /to a new birth of clarity.
Syncopated vibrations / soaring auras.
Space time gravitating towards us.
The sentiment unprecedent /We are auroras borealus.
More than God can handle.
More than the laws of nature.
Finally enter the state /open the gate
cause fate awaits us.
Nina
Survival. – Nina
How lucky can I be.
I’ve survived all I’ve seen.
How many of these streets.
Nights and memories.
I’ve been paralyzed by thought.
Traps that I was caught.
Bleeding in the streets.
Many lessons I was taught.
I escaped unscathed.
My mind bathes in yesterdays.
All the different ways,
That I chose that I would play.
Cityscape playgrounds, money and indulgence.
Self destructive lust, my control was that of nothing.
How many others… survived the jungle traps.
I hope that you’ve all survived.
The things we grew attached.
Accepting Uncertainty
“Things I cannot change with courage for what I can.
Not everything is realized, not everything is planned.”
Nina
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