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@ninaecrit
if youāre pen,
let me be your paper.
bind me in leather
tight
open me
wide
let your tongue
s w i r l
in the inkwell
let my sighs breathe life into your world,
hips rolling into hills,
mountains reaching through the clouds
aching for the starsā
come on baby,
fill me up
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if youāre pen,
let me be your paper.
bind me in leather
tight
open me
wide
let your tongue
s w i r l
in the inkwell
let my sighs breathe life into your world,
hips rolling into hills,
mountains reaching through the clouds
aching for the starsā
come on baby,
fill me up
for many years, i have lived in a fantasy world i dreamed i was a star in your galaxy focusing my light on you, hoping it would add to your mass. instead youĀ sank your teethĀ intoĀ my bark draining the sap & letting it sit in yourĀ black hole stomach while i sat there, shivering, shriveled budding leaves drifting down into the parched soil turning spring into winter.
still, i keptĀ giving & givingĀ in hopes that you would turn my fruit into nourishment still, you took & took & took sucking me deeper into your darkness with your philosophies of nothingness, stretching me thin, deaf to my screams, pulling me into your hadal soul the event horizon is in sightāā
iām unable to pretend any longer that my efforts were fulfilled. iāmĀ unable to pretendĀ that you can be alive again iām a radiant star again iām no longer in your pull.
- nina b. // black hole.
the last thought before sleep drifting in on a sunbeam through thick curtainsĀ opened yet strained against their holders
begging to be closed, blocking the essence of rampant roses that long forgot their motherās loving touch
shifting on hospital sheets while eyes close past lullabies lulling you to neverland
heās perched atop a lavender cloud constellations shifting as he takes her hand
music joining hearts once more as she takes her final breath drifting into eternal peace.
āā nina b. // the last thought.
when you laced your fingers with mine, what did you feel?
nina b. // did you feel the stars reaching for you?
inspired from this lovely quote.
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for many years, i have lived in a fantasy world i dreamed i was a star in your galaxy focusing my light on you, hoping it would add to your mass. instead youĀ sank your teethĀ intoĀ my bark draining the sap & letting it sit in yourĀ black hole stomach while i sat there, shivering, shriveled budding leaves drifting down into the parched soil turning spring into winter.
still, i keptĀ giving & givingĀ in hopes that you would turn my fruit into nourishment still, you took & took & took sucking me deeper into your darkness with your philosophies of nothingness, stretching me thin, deaf to my screams, pulling me into your hadal soul the event horizon is in sightāā
iām unable to pretend any longer that my efforts were fulfilled. iāmĀ unable to pretendĀ that you can be alive again iām a radiant star again i'm no longer in your pull.
- nina b. // black hole.
mir ā¢ rorĀ |Ā \ Ėmir-Ér \Ā
noun
i. you canāt remember the last time you took an honest look at yourself. you painted snapchat filters on your reflection until your face glowed with artificial moonlight, blemishes airbrushed away with dog ears and flower crowns woven into your hair.
ii. you skate on thin ice; one negative thought and it shatters beneath your feet. you think you look like an angel or the most hideous monster ever created. words lift up your cheekbones or drag bags down your face. they treat you as a blank slate for them to project their insecurities. look away from the horror theyāve created. so you stick post-its all over the bathroom walls until theyāre covered in smiley faces. turn yourselfĀ intoĀ dust. you lookĀ better that way.Ā
iii. but silver canāt reflect the stars in your skin or the galaxies in your breath. the sun rises with your eyes. you paint constellations with every footstep and i want to name each and every one. you donāt need a camera to capture the nebulas that drip from your lips. this is your day; not theirs.Ā
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Beautiful in the dark
ā¦
No deadlines Always welcome
#abstractprompts
Keep writing Be well
ā¦
the road to hell is paved with hearts of gold; abandoned in self-preservation.
- ninaĀ b. // haiku 3.
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when i tell you i was spacing out it doesnāt mean you arenāt worthy of my attention it means my mind is a door that wonāt close letting sheets of thoughts rush in i want to sing them to you but i'm afraid it will be a song of laziness words strung together with no rhyme no reason just birds & butterflies woven into random patternsāā
sorry, what were you saying?
-Ā nina b. // adhd.
janĀ·uĀ·arĀ·yĀ
/janyÉĖwerÄ/
noun
i. craggy old december closes his eyes again. you wait for the fireworks to burst open your cage. you dive into an ocean of champagne, bubbles peeling layers of ice away from bones & muscle & everywhere your fingers touch turn pure white. the year is erased. the realization is like being born again, dawn creeping through the cracks of your skin; light-headed, every vertebra piercing golden in the midnight. every injury is healed, your soul is renewed, every ache is lifted, if only for a while.
ii. you awake, your head pounding from the night before. as you walk to the bathroom,Ā the past raises its ugly head, tracing memories into your soul with its icy finger; ravenous mouth opened wide, hungry for meaning in the darkness. the last year was wrong, so horribly wrong, itās all your fault. look in the mirror; nothing has changed about you.
iii. but the past is done. let your other pair of eyes open. take your first steps in the newfallenĀ snow; there is a whole year ahead of you.Ā
- nina b.Ā // new year.
Someday, when you see me, Donāt look at my face, the way I dress, or the shape of my body, like you would your next meal. When you listen to me, Donāt hear the sound of my voice, my accent, my diction, my rhetoric, my pauses. Donāt silence me with your āsuperior knowledge.ā See me for who I really am. Listen to what I am saying, and understand me.
Nina B. //Ā āWhen you see meā (via ninaecrit)
she just wanted to go homeĀ but the wolves wouldnāt let her go without telling her how amazing her ass was or salivating over her tits or taking pictures of her feet no matter how hard she tried to fight back, they held her down while the bus screeched away. no escape.
@ninaecrit // preying for release. (via ninaecrit)
when you said you like fearless girls, did you think malala, anne frank, and rosa parks were born with defiance boiling in their blood?Ā
did you think catwoman and storm were shipped from venusĀ to save us earthlings?
no.
to be vulnerable is to be fearless. to be in the spotlight is not the same as opening the curtains of your heart and letting kindness radiate from your soul.
the twitch in your lips before you unlock the gates in the depths of your mind.
i want to be fearless. i want to be outspoken. i want to wear my struggles loud and proud.
i thought when the gates swung open, you would keep going.Ā
but you stopped, frozen as if you had opened the door to elsaās castle.
i donāt blame you.Ā sometimes, iām scared too.
- nina b. // open the gates.
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someday, you will have your peace.
nina b. // survivors. (via ninaecrit)
as a child i was told once feathers are free, they cannot go back. left to drift aimlessly in the wind, without a care in the world.
but no one thought of the birdĀ that dropped those feathers.
- nina b. //Ā ×Ŗש×××
