I woke up beside myself.
I took the news and let it destroy itself.
I took the pain,
And spent it on Balmain.
You were about to speak,
I didn’t want to feel weak.
-N
An Incurable Romance Writer
I woke up beside myself.
I took the news and let it destroy itself.
I took the pain,
And spent it on Balmain.
You were about to speak,
I didn’t want to feel weak.
-N
There’s a hypocrite in the room.
Lies are being swept under the broom.
Contention lies here.
Forewarn your conscience of coming near.
They speak of blasphemy,
Yet partake of the forbidden majesty.
They talk of practicing peace,
But their homes are filled with strife, and decease.
Beware, all who dare.
Beware.
-N
An unreal emotion,
An emotion you write of.
Can’t get rid of this feeling,
that evokes pleasurable keening.
-N
I want to be free,
But there always seems to be a fee.
People hold you back,
Sometimes get you off track,
Leaving you to pick up the slack.
I’m grasping for something.
I don’t know what it is but it’s something.
My mind is constantly wondering,
trying to figure out what’s good for me,
what’s best for me.
You see, I’ve been down some windy roads,
sometimes unclear of the way I should go.
that’s all that seems to come out on the paper.
You have a feeling it’s close.
You don’t want to rush it,
Consequences happen to people who rush.
Maybe I feel caged.
Like the bird at the zoo or the lion on display.
Yes, very exotic, and nice to look at,
but trapped nonetheless.
My heart is free but my sole is not.
-N
I’m locked in a room.
A room of my own choosing,
But a room nonetheless.
I need to breathe,
So I could seethe.
Constantly gnash my teeth,
Is that yellow?
I need space.
My body waits in anticipation for the fates.
Hurry say something!
Say something quick before I die!
Don’t lag,
Or be shy.
I need you like the sun needs the sky.
I’m disappearing you see,
This drink won’t let me be.
I need food.
Nourishment for the body and soul.
I have no control.
The voices I hear are becoming louder,
The ominous footsteps closer,
Walking to the beat of a silent composer.
My breath stops,
My heart skips a beat.
The door swings open,
My body completely frozen.
I’m locked in a room.
A room of my own choosing,
But a room nonetheless………
-N
“All my young girls round me say get this money and screw these men…..”-Jeni
I want, I want, I want.
I need, I need, I need.
Whose gonna feed
heed, reed, speed,
I can’t proceed.
I’m in a vibe,
Can’t be bribed.
Emotions,
moving in a continuous slow motion,
Same.
Thoughts running freely,
Can’t see clearly.
Mind feels crazy,
wavy,
incomprehensibly hazy.
Do you always watch me?
I’m losing composure.
-N