
The typewriter magic clickedy clackin’
I ransack the tacklebox for shiny tabernak and apple sauce
I basket my ball and dribble with fiddle sticks a little bit; aweeee shiet.
Art by: ByteyCreatives Shop | Redbubble

The typewriter magic clickedy clackin’
I ransack the tacklebox for shiny tabernak and apple sauce
I basket my ball and dribble with fiddle sticks a little bit; aweeee shiet.
Art by: ByteyCreatives Shop | Redbubble

My dreams are intertwined
Magic and realistic
The writing can touch the devine
Brush stokes on cosmic canvas
I paint; deviate from the norm
My imagination like wolves runs wild
I’m never confined; defined
I’m an empress in my own place in time

I’m a little different and that’s totally okay
Who wants to be perfectly normal anyway
I’d rather do me and me be free anyday
Why conform to a norm I wasn’t born to be boring
I write poetry at 4 am while the rest are snoring
Let today be a beautiful day in either sunny skies or pouring
Peace

The color was Midnight black
The dead of night in the city
Thoughts can wander
Unattended
Ease of the racing cars
Trucks and the hustle of day
Leaves the mind to trace itself
Picturing the unseen
Creating a place that is free
Free of future; is a picturesque now
Only the stars and moon
Create spaces in an infinite void
Full of possibilities
In the color
Of midnight black

Oh night sky
Riddle me this under a dozen moons
Why am I here
I sit alone as the sky begins to bloom
Is he with me?
My defiant existence
Finding a sentiment in my resistance
I’m lucky to still be here
Grant me the strength
Serenity
Wisdom
Missing my fallen Angel
Why did you take him
I miss him
Nina

Love songs sweetheart
Art love make n heartache
Black as infinity
Holy like bible Trinity
In love with false prophets
False promises are honest
When lies entail
I vacate prevail
Ascend with open sails
New love is a new world
Middle passage or mountains
I’ll move them; attracted;
These.
Opposites.
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

In the darkest of places
in marshes and wastelands
dirty basements; the aces
words utter; just traces
the nameless; the faceless
the dirtiest liquor; to taste it
Inspirations I play with
Come from the darkest of places…
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