When you close your eyes on the subway. Because you don’t want them to look into your eyes. To see what you’ve become last night – and cast off yet again. That your only hope and desire is for your next hit of unconditional acceptance. As the world speeds around you. Your […]
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Misty Rain on Mt. Lu – Su Tung-P’o

“Misty rain on Mount Lu,
and waves surging in Che-chiang.
When you have not yet been there,
many a regret surely you have;
but once there and heading homeward,
how matter-of-fact everything looks!
Misty rain on Mount Lu,
and waves surging in Che-chiang.”
—- Su Tung-P’o
Im here…

Finally I have arrived in this Mecca of adventure.
Overwhelming wonder ; I really exited the placenta!
Watching in awe; This world flying by me.
This is really it…
Im Shy…
Two Worlds Just Collided.
-Nina
Butterfly.

Why does this butterfly always show up when I sketch?
Cute little thing. Distracting me. My page will be a mess!
Just must be happy; Finally out of the cocoon…
Cute little butterfly…. Always shows up around Noon
-Nina
Sense or… sense less. – Nina

I’m not special.
From you or them or anyone on earth
Nothing makes me better nor worse
But I feel like an alien in a sense…
Unable to bind to any of these earthly elements
Always wondering where to go from here
This doesn’t quite fit…
When years pass like seconds
Lifes essence is silently intrepid
Odd this “time” on earth…
It’s troublesome…
So; My mind is elsewhere
Is anyone else here?
In this utterly blinding heartfelt darkness
Or is this just simply…
Nonsensely farfetched
That I feel no different than any being
But I’m an entirely different entity
Blessed serenity?
Alien displaced mentally!
Relentlessly pretending these human “customs”
Are acceptable to … anything….
-Nina
Hmmmmm….

Drippedy-Drop… Its a wet kinda dey.
Unsure of what to say… She types… anyways….
Its dark n cold…. n cold n dark
She has no new spark to quote; remark.
So…
With an audacity to type exactly what she has to say: Nothing
Type because I have to type and write so its written…
It contacted the lines onto the screen.
What were her means of musing; nothing said: “amusing”.
Perfusing emptiness
Like a doctor sues with no epic pictures
Just stupid rhyme mixture elixer
Flickering light fixture
Or is there?
As weird as your heart desires.
Im weird as hell lol… Sub my channel haha…! –AlienSpaceShipSpaceWhip NakedIntheMatrix
But in Her World… The Sun Rose Again

She Walked Along Her Infinite Reflection…
As The Endings Began… And The Time Was Lost
Gazing At The Boundless Sky…
No Matter What The Universe Had Done…
Taken And Lost…
Destroyed… Demolished and Ruined…
In Her World…
The Sun Rose Again
-Nina
One word story.
fact.


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