Drowned sorrows

I am an addict; since twelve

Ive delved.

Weed, crack, heroin, crystal, mushrooms, lsd

More than all of these

Alcohol consumes me

I consume it; fluent in being a nuisance

Constantly picking up shattered pieces

My hands and heart are bleeding

The world seems iced and freezing

Do I still have meaning

Purpose

Am II worthless

These are the questions I ask Looking back at my past

Im trying so hard to keep compusure

Trauma upon trauma with no closure

My central nervous system is shot

So im constantly nervous

Everybody thinks Im happy but that’s just a surface

Im not trying to complain we all have pain

I wanna remain on this plain of love and gains

Music and poetry; the essence of me knowing me

That Im not such a terrible girl

That’s I have so much to offer the world

But Im crying out for help to all my friends and love

I cant do this alone sometimes Im looking above

Can god help me out a bit

Ive fallen and I can never seem to get out of it

A rhyming rant chant of the addict

Sobriety day one; let me have a crack at it.

 

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?

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

Tired eyes; Ize rhymes..

Tired eyes open the laptop;  Coffee drip drops

21st Century type writer ; “So type writer!”

Story tell; tired eyes; my rhymes.

JusSittin here…4 Hours until the sunrise

Wishing I was with “her”

Heaven. Every. Reason. I miss H.E.R.

Story of my life; Im sorry you were right

Sorting out whats left n get right

Lost in a “natural mystic” what Bob say

Not your neighbour/your dog

Im talking bout Marleyyyy

Now theres a rainbow in the sky. “So don’t be blind”.

When your spiritual the miracles happen like…

All of the time…

Nina

Rhym3 Th3r^py.

“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

I Continue, walk wit me. – Nina

Is it kind of selfish… to reveal all your senses.

Am I gaining by explaining my pain; I feel helpless.

“Excuse me Miss…” I really must admit.

If we don’t know where we’re going; then I don’t know where we’ll get.

No please don’t walk away.

Could you spare a moment of your time?

To listen to the message I’m condoning in my rhymes?

Thank you, hear me out…

I feel a little left behind…

All the good and the bad that remains in my mind.

Loving and kindness, Or numb and blinded

Lost; searching for the answers And I can’t seem to find it.

Questing for the questions

Scarred by the lessons.

Sometimes I feel like Ive been branded as a lessor.

Whats behind my back? Is it a team or a dagger?

Define what I mean to you. Do I even fuckin’ matter?

It must be dead serious; I tried to take my life.

The saviour of my soul; was the dullness of the knife.

I’m the type of person to take care of my crew

This message ain’t for anyone; Especially not for you…

Just Consider it an abstract ;From a soul who needs to backtrack

I’ll be around…

Around…

And around we go faster…

This ride that we takin’ makin’ me sick to my stomach

No Pain No Gain. So I continue on walking….

Walk with the soldier let me take your hand

I aint mad, I just want you to understand.

I WANT this Life.

I want to always have your back.

-Nina