Young and naive I be
I should quest to question everything
That I so called “See”.
Hear, Read and Breathe
This is a toxic place to be
My voices picking my poisons
Do I have any real choices
With percept left blind
Can I fight for whats right
The answer is somewhere
Out of sight; and out of mind
Nina
I have no choice in the matter fact the latter
I’ll do it later; awaiting patiently; the disdain’d her
I kill blood spill for my retainer – disclaimer
I left a tip for the waiter on a tip of my tip of inspiration
So thankfully anxiously lifted up my sanctity
Manically running on fragile ice and its crackling
Cackling like a hyena; a mind reader
Couldn’t even define a rhyming reason
Laughing at my train of thought; insane I thought
When that train went off the rail and what not.
-Nina
Bright as a shooting star, igniting the universe;I am born once again.
Illuminating the cosmos. Mesmerizing truths and realizations baffled before so clear now.
I was lost, trampling snow in a place unknown overthrown in self doubt and conflicted loathe.
I was self indulged in self destruction malnourished of real substance encompassed in self corruption never seeing light it’s obstructed.
But that’s past tense I’m fastened in my journey to my last quest, luminous natural like when the grass bends.
Blooming and blossoming. Autumn leaves. Calming breeze. A soldier like me only armed with peace.
Customized juxtaporized to my reborn self conducting rhymes that unlock the mind.
See clear.
The infinite number is single, you in this moment a single bell ringing, it humbles.
Nina
Source: Shooting stars.
Duck-duck, Grey-Goose, Who do I choose?
We play Cowboys and Indianzzz
Around-around-the-swap-meet. The-junkie-chase-the-dragon.
This side of the town. East/Left. Up- Side-n-Down.
I left it there.
Im gone.
When london bridges falling down.
Nina
Rhymes have been innovated in with poetry for flow purposes:
Lyrics:
“For the last 3 years; every holiday puts me in tears…”
But Im slurvibin’ ; I survived more than your knowledge.
So don’t judge; I won’t budge; Graduated from college but..
Im here to topple all of this.
Only move a muscle yo; To see my people comfortable
I’m comfortable
With what woulnt quite be enough for you.
-Minimalistic-
Kill Switch*
I am the mass creator of my destiny.
Applicate this upon the flash fader.
If Im gon write something; its gon surpass the ages.
I’m here to set you free.
In this digital subliminal “We all world criminals”.
Being watched; check your watch;
The internets 7th letter.
9 O’clock.
Open that third eye and peep the:
[Insert; present moment birds eye.]
Vision like an ecylpse of consciousness. Sub-Ominnous
Heard eyes.
Heard I?
(Zenzory Crozzover)
Spent too many days Not Sober.
Suffer my consequences
Lets get.
All over.
Again…
-Nina
Far far away from here;
Near your heart I wait.
Try to abandon;
My fear of abandonment
This island is far too silent;
I can’t handle it.
Stranded alone in-tangent
This pain;
I can’t manage…
-Nina
Oh Ive been waiting for you… The dormant torment
The mind and body sadistic performance
The feeling of hearing a pin drop in an empty stadium
Like seeing life from the worst possible angle
Not to mention Im really ill; for sure.
Seems the acid burning ; a sickness that has no cure
Where is everyone? I know I’m here
The sensory overload and mind numbing fear
While my mind has devised plots against me
Feels like the whole world resents me…
Ive been waiting for you… No you never forget a thing like this
When its the end of the end of the end… again…
While I am all alone. And my friends are nowhere to be found
Its astounding how easily I hear my heart pounding but…
Reality setting in like formed concrete in my heart
I can’t breathe… Honestly… This girl needs a doc…
Something burns her stomach… Please…
An anti anxiety for the delusion paranoia hallucinatory day
She is about to have one of the worst days of her life so far…
The mind has the power to destroy; no holds bar.
Something inside her won’t…
Let go… and… It makes her want to die…
She decided to run…
“I don’t want to die, I want to live…”
She cries*
“Rest in peace and see you… on the other side of this”.
-Nina
We were labeled as pagans
Working in mines past the ages
No wage; Simple and plain
Human rights? Disdained them…
Sent to slave labor camps
Passports taken
“entrapt”
But whispers shared
Dared a final snare…
At last the rebellion
Stallions ride.
Swords drawn,
Blood fall.
The streetlights flickered out
Ousted the corrupted snouts.
Too many centuries
Come and past…
At last
The fall of the Ziggurat…
-Nina
Jotting rhymes / On the bus; Its a good vibe Good ride 🙂 The hundred to my girlys / JusssChillin’ Nothin’ but the Sunshine Cascades my eyes Kendrick in my headphones / Off probation in…
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
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