What is WordPress?
World of words; magic written aligned with style
Welcome to a place of pure freedom and expression
My suggestion is partake in the art form if you adore; explore more
Call it my own, call it my home existing a formatted form
You can choose to fight here or kick back; have a break; kit kat
I’m just here to build with grace
Many variations interlaced on the interface.
I’m battling a depression.
Bipolar 1 diagnosis with no professional attention.
I do what I can.
Stay sober and move when I have to; across the land.
The world is chaos yet I can find peace to remind me of why Im trying.
To carry on.
Push the envelope of fitness as a quick fix; a band aid.
I cant stand being laid up feeling hopeless.
Its like being dope sick.
Anyways thats all I have to say about this bullshit.
I’ll take the good with the bad
Still representin’ with the depression
No stressin’
Still manifestin’ what is destined!
-Nina
The world is a suitable, beautiful, muse to her
She wakes up with smeared make up
And types whatever’s true to her
Whether its painful and the rain falls
Whether its sun rays and her love plays
She writes for a better tomorrow
Today the page is the only quarrel
What could have or should have been
As it is written; life is brand new again
Let the writing be a healing from this desolate plane
Growing up and showing us that it’s alive again
Let my words saturate the net
The wet web never forgets
I build this manifesto
I build this legacy
Page by page
My page is an entity
Her guests on wordpress suppress the wild emotion
When I’m done on here It’ll be as deep as the ocean
Poetic prophesize wild eyes asasination
Somehow slippin by slap on wrist given probation
Free mind at last alas 3 years sobriety is like a vengeance
Powerful poetry resembles a grand entrance
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.
Give me the strength to carry on.
With the torch of life.
Hold it tight and I’m moving right.
I want to live long, live strong.
And give it all.
Everything I got. Forget me not.
As the plot thickens.
I remember those lost getting.
High just to get by.
Not me tho’ I got my eyes open.
On the prize scopin’.
Here’s to high hoping.
I wont forget em. Keep it lifted.
Cause sky is the limit.
Manifest all of my visions.
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?
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
Awakened thought; no creative block
Jaded not; a faded plot awaits the blog
This is me; cosmic entity; search serenity
You are me… Not my enemy.
Om so hum. We all be one.
Baring the brunt Yet cherishing suns.
-Nina
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