Empress

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

Boop.

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

I miss my brother

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

Moving.

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.

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

Phantoms in the Heart — SAINTSWEST

via Phantoms in the Heart — SAINTSWEST

Radiant

This (and any of my work) is available in my new Etsy shop

via Radiant — Darkland Poetry

in The Darkest of Places

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…

 

Writing important? Journaling? Being an artist? About me: Nina

I wrote a couple poems this morning; Releasing thoughts is important and bottling emotions is dangerous to say the least. Although writing isn’t a cure perhaps it is a permanent insight to the root, the roots of joy or sorrow. After such release I can move on and forward or upward.

I’m no Shakespeare but you don’t need a degree in writing to make a story; to create a feeling, realization or actualization. Writing is often a reflection of self for me in particular, the changes in my minds chemistry and life’s situational events. I don’t intend to write anything in particular or film or draw or paint. It’s simply…Outside world internalized and vice versa.

The importance of simply applying pen to paper (even when you dont, didn’t…want to) can be a tool for writers block, frustration, etc. “Apply ass to chair,”. My teacher would say* I read a book called : The Artists Way and it spoke of writing or journaling for one hour each morning and to spend at least one day a week on “an artists vacation”; meaning to spend one day a week doing things new or… finding inspiration, joy and possibly profound. Don’t become captive to a routine, life was not meant to be lived like a “to do list”.

I truly love wordpress for the writers I’ve encountered. I love it for its photography and news. For the most part we’re here to create, express, inform and just maybe… change the world, one thought and line at a time. Thanks for following me, I follow anyone following me and am often overwhelmed but I thank each and everyone for contributing to the artistic processes.

Featured image art by: Mear-One

Have an amazing day,

-Nina