Tag Archives: Poem

I’m Agoraphobic But…

Its good to be alive.

I thrive, Mind mine most of the time

Plus I fly; Slide when its time to ride.

Back into a place of nature and creation.

Walk about; You dont know what I’m talking about.

And thats okay.

I breathe with the words of the trees and I…

Write just for me. So comfortably.

Rise up by myself; So I’m in good company.

My space is my temple, A place thats so gentle

So many things I can get into.

From video games to graffiti.

Black book pages with a pencil.

Sobriety and prayer protection; its my selection.

So much ital; thats vital, brings about so many blessings.

What am I writing for and fighting for?

Does it matter when I can die tomorrow?

So live for the day.

Righteously despite the sorrow.

Blot Jot In Rhyme Form

Peaceful sleep and awake with ease.

Move words on pages like I have Telekeniiii-Sis.

Slide into creative form you can adore.

When it comes to rhyme; its always time for more.

I’m like a solar flare creating an aura.

Awareness clearness, un-scared I open Pandora.

I find bliss in emptiness, what do you wish?

Manifest destiny gives me a kiss.

Blessings upon blessing contest with the never-resting.

Not flexing, Or am I, What is my ego still repressing?

Dreaming of Blaine.

I dreampt about my homie last night; and the night before

It seems like we kind of came from the same world

I am tired this morning: I take a sip sip

But these dreams they make me straight trip

Are you trying to send me a message; or teach a lesson

Trying to remind me of something that I’m forgetting

Or maybe your just on my mind a lot

I think about you a lot; its true.

To me; you were kind a lot. So thank you

I invite you into my dreams, if it helps

An escape from another realm, and we can chill

I’m sober now, but we can crack brews in my dreams

And when I close my eyes we can go anywhere; or so it seems

So with that being said; goodnight homie

I’m thankful for your life; thankful you got to know me.

-Nina

Rest in Peace Rush The 2nd

Dreaming

In the dark; dreams light my way

“Follow your dreams”. A little voice tells me

Like Alice… I am going down the rabbit hole

Running and chasing and fighting my way to… dream on

In the in-between; perfected symmetry

Visions and mimicry of the real

And when I awake; I watch my memories like a theatre in the mind

An intimate study of the self; subconscious

Rules no longer exist and fantasy always persists.

Feminine Scribes

My divine feminine diamond side rises

Its essence scribed on the finest paper

No statements amass the amount of magic concentrated

Like eyes dilated; beautiful dark

Look into them and see my heart

My shadow; a dancing silouete.

My reflection, the essence projects…

A happy soul, entranced in the beauty of life

Perfection; the universal precise.

-Nina

Escaping with you. Jason Mitha.

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.

Early Spring

Spring has come early; birds chirp in delight

Warm light flows into my apartment from the morning east

Time has come to plant flowers and trees on my patio

I love the changing seasons; making life anew

The blue skies can be a welcome change in my city in the rainforest

Darkness to bright; changing the moods of the everyday passerbys

Making them say Good Morning with a smile

A warm breeze that makes the trees dance

And as flowers start to bloom

I am happy with spring and life anew.