Tag Archives: Slam poetry

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

 

 

 

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Slamming my poetry over J. Dilla -(Rhyme Therapy)

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