Split personalities; Conflict her realities
But her linguistics; Split anatomies;
Vertigo catastrophy; with haphazard analogies
Blindfolded and walking through my tragedy
Off the dock ; I’m off the clock casually
Awaiting my death; my last breathe is naturally
My first moment of clarity; I’m not afraid to die
Simple n plain when it’s that day it’s time
I hope my life shine through the darkness
That blinds you; finds you, after all:
I had the time to….
Rhyme To you.
-Nina
IFIMNOTQUITE PSYCHOENOUGH
THEYLLBECALLINGMYBLUFF
WishINI wasCrAZier Than I am NOW
It’D be More Profound iF i Silenced the sound…
After the rounds rained n ANnounced My Style
Hopefully I wouldn’t go down the DarKER path and nod out
Go all out; fall off; fall out; ON CLOUT.
Demount reality and call out.
Im fuckin here NoW
Yeah its fucking weird now
Maybe I’d be an EyeCon with what I’m on
I know I’m TNEREFFID you can see it with the lights off
Im mad / myself for being mad /myself
Why my whole life; I dig a hole right
Where my soul right?
My soles are holes from walking the road I…
I know that ain’t right; just killing me in HindzsightZ
Get my mind right by loosening the screw$
S-hits too tight-
and the timing for losing my mind
Was Juuuuust Right.
But if I was more loco I’d know more-so the deeper the door goes
Open it up…
Then I wouldn’t be mad at myself; simply just mad; myself
I’d fight viciously and live vicariously promiscuously
Winking she*
And obliviously write on the walls of history
Maybe I’d be that myth n that mystery that sets me free
I could be anyone and anything and when its ALL SAID AND DONE
Maybe they’d remember me
As a brave soul; a soldier went an awal for a great good
If I could be a better me than I wouldn’t have a name
Just an entity that recipes the next belief
Sets me free and I can R.I.P.
In the gutter where my mind
Has always been.
Nina
“It hits me like a mac truck…”
“What does?”
“Love!
And when it does,
She’s the only one Im thinking of.”..
-Nina
I was always picked last-in sports. I laugh at being picked-last because they saw past what I could not. Even recognize in the first place. Never did I see first place in sports but I took up a new gender like sports… wait… lets reverse pace. I was picked last because perhaps they knew before I knew I was a girl before I… Knew I was a girl. (Did I twirl?) Was that the give away? I remember once being told I looked like one. I was absolutely dumbfounded ; at the age of 12. Delve into childhood. Perhaps that was around the time I began to find my self. Im not sure… What I’m sure of is that I can never be sure of… damn near anything. OTHER THAN MY DECISION TO TRANSITION. That meant everything.
It wasn’t hard to transition at all, it was hard to pretend to be a man like FRAUD. (Guilty as charged)!. I feel complete sorrow for my sisters across the globe who would die to transition but can’t because of this GOD DAMN world. “I’m waiting on tomorrow”
Im lucky as FUCK… and Its called hormone replacement “therapy” and it worked miracles for my clarity. Anyone against transgender rights can spare me. Beware the… power of hatred in the world; us girls got it hard sometimes and that scares me. I survived a lot and Im extremely thankful. I could do a lot of different things for a bankroll but I’d rather write a little rhyme thats… tasteful.
*Thanks god*
Love you Larissa.
XO
-Nina
Its systematic; for you to be a system addict
Backslash\\\\\\; this is your life; Trapped
Cannot resist the catalyst
The world is mad manic; cash grabbing
Catch a glimpse of the stashing; your information; static
Virus infiltrates the minds of; blinds us
Information age; what a waste and it defines us
it can be daunting – when you struggle to shine through – but life finds a way © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/
Death is kinda cool when ya get used to it! Shieeet* I’m translucent.
When a “faggot” passes on, sometimes they drag-on.. “Dragon,”m MORELIKEIT! imploring that I’m coming for YOUR LIFE. Shit
Loosening up your floorboards creeking* creeping toward yours.
You called me a freak cause I wore make, up… my lace covered face tasting your blood ingedient of your hate as you wake up.
Sweeter than sex is revenge let’s pretend YOU made amends,
I’ll chill a moment… amen”
Playing pianos in your in bed while your shitting yourself alone eyes wide as a full moon lit. Fit of despair your screams are useless. Or maybe in the basement hanging nooses for your amusement.
I hope you use it….
They used to tell me “get ghost.”
Now I’m playing host in bloodstained robes.
I’m crawling up your ceiling eyeballs gleaming with utter disgusting nothingness asking if you remember when you tried forcing me to suck your….
You would harass my phone…now you dread; the dead phone ringing ” you” is this your last **** -HELL-O ****
“It’s… It’s… shade on the phone….”
People make me nauseous. Should have been a little more cautious I’m coming up to your room as several different Objects to turn your body inside out and CONVEX.
Ghosts in the shade…
When the stars lit I’m outside your window.
Don’t make me crawl in.
My calm; it comes from the storms
Perhaps I remain in the eye
Visualizing the Individual cries
7 billion inhabitants; all inherit the sky
The storm is my calm as I look up
I see the dark clouds;
Sunlight fighting to gleam on us
Dusk till dawn
From the night till morn’
The calm is my storm.
-Nina
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