Tag Archives: Rhyme

On one; while willy two’d the three.

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Imma easter tweakin rabbit;

wit a knitted wicker basket filled with easter egg licorice hashish;

bouncin up the aves wit it;

towerin empowerin steppin on leprechauns;

weapons drawn pointed at the annointed;

joint lit so tell me what the heck you on;

im on one; while willy two’d three;

swinging a jewly piece;

the rhymes like tom.

Foolery.

 

Nina

NonFictionSlamComposition. Im back. – Nina

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Everything is falling apart; but everything is coming together

Destroy and rebuild; rebuild and destroy, Yes I endeavoured

I created a world and left it behind n I…. Still shine.

Creating a new place; place n peace of mind n I’m

Suffering uncomfortably then suddenly…

Comfortable nonetheless!

Blissful in nothingness*

My 3rd eye moonshine remove I from crude times..

Zen bends my lights to the contexts that I suggest

So the world is mine and I am simple sublime

Construct my life obscuring obstruction

Its my life; I play like a conductor

N My heart beats like percussion

And I’m not scared to die like life is nothing

But I die to live; my life is mine to give

Forgive me for living like what I got to lose is nothing

What would you expect in this time of glutton?

Damn.

Life is something.

 

Nina

 

 

 

I suffer; n bleed out emotions
I’m not tough leather I need devotion
N my mind is like an itchy trigger finger
Rarely thoughts simply linger
My synapses snap crackle pop
Battling thoughts unraveling lots
I have triumph regrets; perplexed
What do I do. What’s next
Feel the pain or head up n “feel the rain”
Or I shut my mind right off
“It’s just another day”
I run around; Me n my poetry trainbound
Cityscape playgrounds
Openly admit I ain’t close to perfection
Just beautifully scarred
Life is an intersection
So…
Which way now?

Stormz.

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Respiration calm; just slidee by;

Move faster than the traffikk

Gliding through sky; the snowstorm;

It covered the cascade

I’m floating; high kite bitch;

Kind of making me anxious…

But embrace it; head proudd

Held high ;Cause I’m done up;

This Vixen is just Lit

Up the whole city; princess of my district

A misfit; miscreant

Hesitant ; to let em in this

World I twirl turn; more precious than pearls

This is my life; I hold it tight

Can’t let it burn

So I run through the raindrop city

It really drip n drop poetry

Slam formation n hip hop

Sewn into my platform

Your laptop flat screen.

 

 

RhymesTherapy.

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

KeyStylePoetry.

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Poems I aint know em by heart; throw em out my heart stone em with art totem on top; rob thoughts ocean n your not knowing I rock loaded with locks broken on top dropping a notch up from your jots potent as rock boulders on blocks with glocks loaded.

My rhyme therapy clarity; my despair repairs; airing me out sparing me; darkness a spark; sharing these arts; restarts daring deeds; x marking the spot; Im not readily; to be deadly but to my enemies lock loaded and let it be; Known I drop recipes.

Nina

Mind Readers n Hyenas

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

Dilated Wordsmith. “In my poetry videos…”

In my poetry videos…

You may notice my pupils dilated

How faded inebriated; shade is.

So here comes another; words smothering comforting

My abundant soul sunset.

Its under control? Nonsense.

Untempt me from my crazy ways

So can amaze the grace page after page; a sage

Wait a second don’t taint or take a hasty weapon

I made; It be left wrecked.

Pain is a beautiful muse;

Make mistakes and tighten my noose

So tight until I can’t breathe

Reciting poetry from the…

Deep dark ocean; where i sleep

Drowning at the bottom;

Hand holding bottle

Putting the nozzle to my guzzle

And watch as my last breathe bubbles…

To the surface; where its worded

Popping and bubbling

It can be troubling

When Im at the bottom of the ocean

Struggling.

 

Nina

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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