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Ninny's Narnia May 2015
The seconds drag on
She's been asleep for 40 minutes
You counted every tick
Slowly exit her bed;
make sure not to wake her
Gather your belongings
Remove all evidence of your existence
She tossed in her sleep
Pause.
Listen for her breathing
Resume your own breathing
She looks so beautiful...
Take a mental picture;
save it in the archives
Pray the door doesn't creak
You can smell the rain
Hurry to your car
Drive in silence
Compose yourself in the driveway
Pray the door doesn't creak
Take a mental note of your infidelity;
her ignorance is your scape goat
She looks so peaceful...
Take a deep breath
Listen to her breathing
Pause.
Look at how prevalent your existence is
Organize your belongings
Slowly enter your bed;
make sure to "accidentally" wake her
She thinks you've been at work late
You tell her the seconds dragged on.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Meeting up at what used to be a frequently visited coffee shop: I ordered mine black while you requested an iced mocha; our usual drinks. You told me my hair had grown quite long, as if my hair's length made you realize how long we've been strangers. I looked deep into your eyes: mocha with swirls of melted ice water and milk, just like your coffee. As I recognized your soft smile, I felt the edges of my heart crack. Although I sat close enough to smell the soft scent of your laundry detergent, it was as if you were still 422 miles
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Your mailbox was a piece of "modern art"
You had a streetlamp outside your window;
You used to call it your own "personal moon"
We used to lay on your balcony and philosophize
There was a mark on your door frame from when you moved in
You made me a key after you had locked yourself out, twice.

         The mailbox is now full of mail that's not addressed to you
         Your "personal moon" has been moved down the street
         The balcony is now occupied with a grill instead of our thoughts
         A new coat of white paint has been applied, erasing your existence
         My key no longer fits; it's just a key.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Sitting in the stairwell
The howling wind is calling
Inquiring for change
Starting as a whisper
evolving into pleas
Dancing through my twisted hair
as if trying to pull me back
It sirens me to leave this place
Warning of entanglement and snares
But I wait for keys to unlock the door
but not to welcome me home
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Death has such a beautiful color.
The intricate process of replacing vitality with decay stains everything it touches.
The chill wind whispers it's morbid curse of fatality.
Inevitable fate was forged by a crimson signature.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Dark as the night
The charcoal smeared
Bolding my eyes
It holds all mystery
In it's long wicked claws
Hidden in murky waters
Deep beneath humanity
Sworn in ebony blood
Stained upon fingertips
Inky residue of betrayal
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Breathe deep, let no one see the tears attempting to surface in your big, amiable eyes.
Disguise your voice with a candy sweet tone.
Close your eyes and cleanse him from your mind; he did the same to you a long time ago.
Mold your pouting lips into an impassive yet satisfying smile to deceive the world.
If only you could mend your heart as well as you shroud your appearance.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
The Devil is always near;
Late and alone, he crawls closer.
Quietly insists that there should be no fear,
Slowly shifting; he’s the cunning composer.

With strings on my limbs,
Sudden darkness in my veins.
A once bright future dims;
Enslaved in shackles and chains.

Where is the light?
The gentle touch now resembles claws.
Blindsided by deceptions; there was no fight.
Now I’m nothing but my sins, faults, and flaws.

I am bound to the madness;
He looks upon my defeat with a smirk and a nod.
I question the world with nothing but sadness:
If there is Lucifer, then where the hell is God?
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Look a bit deeper;
In between your pores
Deep into your throat.
They speak what you cannot,
Compel your fright.
Hiding behind smiles,
Thriving on tears.
Fuzed together;
You as a counterpart:
A host.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Sour elixir stains your lips
Head buzzing, body numbing
Another kiss with the bottle;
Becoming more friendly as the night goes on.
Ninny's Narnia Sep 2015
Carve it into my forearm as if my arm is a piece of clay easily molded. Brand myself with the word that holds all of my insecurities. Let my skin burn and cry as my soul has for falling shy.
Will I ever be...?
Have I ever been...?
Am I good...?
I want to be...
ENOUGH
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Please don't remember me.
I want to be that lost thought that haunts you;
I'll dance on your tongue without mercy
Drunken morning breath that is the only recollection of the night before;
The undistinguisable sour taste
Let me be the hum of a song that you can't quite come up with the lyrics to
I am the story you never cared to finish
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Centuries have past. My callused heart can vaguely recollect your precious face. It would be a lie if I said that I struggle through the days anymore; I've adapted. I attempted to condition my body to not ache for you. Instead, my body merely accustomed itself to loneliness. It's only when waking up from a familiar dream, my defenses weaken, and through a daze, I realize just how much I miss you.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Wack my nose with a rolled up newspaper because I started sniffing around in places you didn't want me.
Scratch behind my ears and tell me how good I am when I obey you.
Sit.
Lay.
Roll over.
Speak.
Entice me with treats and your excited tone of voice. I want to please.
Quickly tuck my tail between my legs and whimper for forgiveness after the harsh, "no" has been demanded.
My every move and sound must appease you or I know I will be sleeping outside instead of at the foot of your warm bed.
Good dog.
I'm just your *****.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Love me
On a dark and cloudy day
When my eyes match the sky
And my breath lingers
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
You are the most beautiful thought I've ever had.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Pick up the receiver, but there's no dial tone.
Scream into the speaker; prayers spitting from your lips that someone will hear you.
Scavenge for a piece of string and two hollow cans.
Test it out with your mouth forced into one and your ear desperately pressed to the other.
. . . _ _ _ . . .
Learn every language, study forms of communication, cry and yell until you can't breathe.
Are you mute?
Why can't the people around you hear your pleas?
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
And that's when I jumped. There was no one to catch me, no push, the ground was stable, and the air was calm. My eyes were closed and my lips were slightly parted taking slow deep breaths.

So many times had I walked to this same spot, my heart racing and my palms clammy. I had begged for there to be a shove or an unknown force throw me over because I wasn't capable of doing so myself. Other times I wanted nothing more than to fall, but be saved or begged to not go. Maybe, the ground would crumble beneath me and the wind would drag me down. No, I was never that fortunate.

But today was different. I was ready. After letting the world echo inside my vacant being, I opened my eyes allowing myself to comply. I took the leap.
Ninny's Narnia Sep 2015
"I gave you my heart
But the very next day
you gave it away"

How cliche.

You took my heart and spread it 'round
Graffitied rocks with smeared red blood
Making mosaics for your lovers to see
Singing loud carols with the joy I gave
Strumming on my heart stings,
the melodies ode to others

Rip my soul
Let the crimson stain the snow
Taint the purity with my ignorance
Make the ground reflect the lit up houses
Leave me in the cold
Make a snowman out of my corpse
Dress me up with a carrot for a nose
And coals that now resemble the cavity in my chest.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
There she goes
Auburn hair darkened by rain
A stranger to the streets
A kindred soul to the city
No destination
No end is near
Sky filled with gloom
Yet no bitterness in sight
There she goes
Lost amidst her wandering
She discovered home
Ninny's Narnia Sep 2015
"Just run.
You don't belong here.
Get LOST!"

But I already feel lost
Lost among the familiar
I'm the outlier
In a place that's supposedly "home"

What is home?
Where do I go?
Am I supposed to feel so alone?
So wrong?

Just let me run.
Run to a new place
Somewhere I don't recognize
A place I don't know how to get back from

Just set me free.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
As I lay in a cookie tray trying to fill the grooves, I pinch and plump myself to fit your perfect mold.

I've drowned myself with food dye to change my insides blue, but no matter how stained my lips are, my souls will always shine red.

Throw some sprinkles on me with decorated frosting, maybe a candle or two. Try to cover the vanilla center to look like confetti cake.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
The skin of his shoes matched the serpent inside his soul. I was mesmerized because those shoes were electric blue and he whistled like my grandfather. Intrigue and sentimentality seduced me.  I knew of his venom and yet I still wanted to taste his lips. His coy words and refined manners made my hair stand on end; a perfect gentleman. He was the viscous master I couldn't help but adore. The trace of his touch singed my skin leaving his mark behind. I didn't need shackles to make me stay; the desire kept calling.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
After years of torment, I mentally killed you.
On the brink of madness, every shred of you was murdered.
You were a fatal cancer eating away my sanity.
**** Or Be Killed.
The impulsive crime was sloppy and careless.
In a blood-thirst frenzy, I dug a shallow grave.
I buried you in the archives of my memory.
The hasty job was bound to be rediscovered.
Thoughtlessly, I allowed the windows of my soul to flood.
My thoughts and emotions became muddled.
Your remnants slid to the surface.
Seeing what I had done, I began to stagger.
I will never escape you;
Not until I, myself, am six feet under.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
I love you.
No, scratch that
I want to love you.
**** that
I need you.
Lies
I need you to want me.
Still not right
I want you to want me.
Cliche
I want you to need me.
Ninny's Narnia Feb 2016
I bought a necklace today. I happened upon it at an old coffee shop I used to waste my time in way before I wasted my time on you. It was an impulse purchase and I didn't even see what the necklace really was until I was latching it around me. This necklace was for me and yet I knew how much you would love the twisting octopus tentacle dangling from the chain; I didn't care though. I'd like to say that was the last time I ever thought about you, but that's a lie. That was however, the first moment that I didn't miss you, the first moment I was glad I wasn't sharing with you. I was relieved that you wouldn't be able to enjoy this necklace and that I had bought it just for myself. This was the moment I knew I would be happier without you.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
You may not have super powers, but you've done what no other human has ever done before. You've beaten down my barriers and you've signed your name on my heart, claiming it forever. When clouds blocked my sunshine, you fought the darkness away.

You've always been my hero, but like in all stories, there's a twist. You've captured my heart shattered it into pieces... Who knew you were the villain too?
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
I don't know who you are when you're intoxicated.
Wait, is that correct?
Or is it the other way around?
I don't recognize you when you're sober.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Bass beating in my ears
Mute the world
See the angry mouths spit
Drum matching the pump of my heart
Grit my teeth.
Hold my breath.
Close my eyes.
Blasting lyrics sing my hatred
Increase the volume.
Melt away reality
Sink into the rhythm
Disappear.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Back to the days of my little red wagon,
I was strong and once sleighed a ******* dragon
My heart was broken over losing my toys,
Not because of cootied boys
I brewed special potions
And fought my friends in slow motion
Cuts and bruises were healed with a kiss,
This was a time full of magic and bliss
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
They powder their nose and iron their suit.
They hold their tongue and say, "Oh shoot."
On the 7th day men worship God -
What falsehood is hidden behind the facade.

They work for their place in eternity.
What hypocrisy, can't you see?
For those who seem so diligent and true,
Just go back to their sins after leaving the pew.

Religion is but society's creation -
To gain acceptance rather than salvation.
On the 7th day men worship God,
The rest of the week is all a fraud.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
My pearls don't belong amongst the smoke filled air and the dusty furniture
I bat my long blackened lashes as the harsh sting hits my eyes
Pulsating music masks the sophisticated tap of my heels on the hard ground
My proper posture identifies me from the rest
I'm dying to leave so I can powder my nose white
Yet, different as I may be, this habit we share is our addiction now.
Ninny's Narnia Jun 2015
Watching as everything seems to slow down
My smile is printed upon my forced face
The loud roars and conversations turn into a babble
Sitting in the corner, rubbing my thumb over my beer
Am I  naturally in this excluded bubble,
Or did I place myself here?
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Rocket-ship footie pajamas and stars from the galaxy on his bed
Running 'round the yard with a fishbowl on his head
He'd stutter the names of the planets and stars
with no desire other than to walk on Mars.
The boy created his own ship:
cardboard box, crayons, and a paperclip
3
2
1
BLAST OFF
The roar of the rocket drowned out his nemesis' scoffs
Days, months, and even years past
His big chance was here at last
He looked upon Earth with shock and awe
A bluish green dot was all he saw
Distant lights and strange color specs
No sign of alien lifeforms to detect
Everlasting darkness engulfed him
His life-long dream is actually quite grim
With the stale taste of toothpaste food
His heart sank with the lonely journey he had pursued
He longed for his loving mother and his dog
He'd had enough of the Milky Way's fog
He pined for the place he had aspired to leave
That blue-green dot forever he'll cleave
With a homesick feeling he reached for the throttle
Unfortunately the fuel was at the end of the bottle
With tears in his eyes and hopelessness in his chest
He decided to try a deadly quest
With the last of the fuel he blasted his jets
It was his last possible effort and he had no regrets
With a million to one odds;
He had to contribute his success to one of the Gods
He hit the atmosphere and exploded in flames
Busted the cardboard and ruined all of his games
The boy rushed back to reality
Relieved he didn't reach his fatality
Exhausted and satisfied
His adventure had only just been outside
Looked upon his fishbowl that now had a big crack
The little boy decided his journey warranted a snack.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Never ending high speed chase.
Right after left.
My legs try as they may, but Fear keeps gaining.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
I bet you don't even know that I love sunflowers
You didn't care to learn my middle name
My quirks and habits are unknown to you
As well as what makes me cry

You know the way my hips curve
The taste of my tongue you savor
I know you reminisce how my teeth pull on your lip
And how my muscles tense

But, you don't even know what makes me laugh.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Pretty porcelain princess. You mustn't furrow your brow; you must remain perfect or else no one will want you. Your smile must be straight and white, no frown in sight. Oh, pretty porcelain princess, sit on the shelf and appear to be happy.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
As I hear the rain outside my window, I remember how you can't sleep alone when it's stormy. I pray you are tossing.
Red
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Red
With her sharp wine colored finger tip pressed venomously to her rouged lips
her eyes threaten me to obey
A satisfied smirk slightly tugs at the corner of her mouth
Red is the color of seduction.
Ninny's Narnia Jun 2015
"Remember when..."
My heart sinks as he reminisces with his Lovely Past. I watch as he laughs and looks upon her with soft missing eyes. Twirling and giggling as he drunkenly dances with his Lovely Past. Skin brushes aimlessly as the cheeks blush. I watch as I envy this "hindsight beauty".
Gaze upon ME!
YOUR Shining Future!
More laughing and caressing, reminiscing and drinking; the brightness shifts.
Where have I gone, the once Shining Future?
I've been renamed;  the cards have been re dealt.

I am the Plain Old Past, looking upon his Glorious Present.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
"So this is what it's like?" Her voice matched her eyes: soft and innocent.
She clasped her hands together tightly in attempt to hide the tremors.
Her normally flushed cheeks were as pale as her white knuckles.
I wanted to caress her, tell her I was sorry.
My jaw opened, but immediately closed.
Neither of us had anything else to say. We both had all of our answers.
I fought myself to not entangle my fingers into hers.
I knew her now corpse-like hands would be too realistic to hold.
A once tangled triangle now remains a single line.
My eyes flashed up to meet her watery oceans.
I would always love her.
Our heads bowed down to peer back into the coffin where not only my best friend would forever rest, but also all of her love.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Put me on a pedestal right next to her
I'll stretch on my tip-toes to look her in the eyes-
The eyes of my competitor. The standard.
Attempt to deceive me, tell me I'm wearing gold, but the silver feels cold in my hands.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Color your face with a dark shade of disgrace as you sorrowfully lower your head in defeat. Stripped of your pride, you're just the pathetic remnants of the person you once were. Desirable glory is now forever unattainable.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Be my lullaby.
Your voice is a comforting melody.
Your touch composes brilliant lyrics.
Soothe my deepest fears.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Pick, tweeze, pull, pluck:
   Glance in the mirror for my next tuck.

      Here's a confession: it's a horrible obsession.
         My beauty is no longer in my possession.

I'm manufactured; a walking billboard of cosmetics.
   I'm but skin covered metal and prosthetics.

     Try as I may, reality will never meet my ideal distortions.    
        I no longer know my natural proportions.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Sitting in a bathroom stall with 5% battery left as I avoid social interactions. I've absentmindedly checked my phone numerous times hoping to keep people away. Who could I be hoping for? My contact book is empty except my psychotic mother; but no one knows that. As long as my phone lights up and I look at it no one will know that there's no one im talking to. 4% left and my backlight has dimmed. My phone is my ally. As we stand together praying we can abstain from unwanted banter my phone dies as well as my comfort level.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
A ghost-like presence lingers on my finger tips.
The mirage of a tangible dream continues to dance just out of reach.
Life is a game of chance played by many, but loaded by fate.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Sorry, little girl, you better dry your tear filled eyes. Your chin better lift itself and your lip can never quiver. Sorry, little girl, there are more important feelings; more fragile people that need to be cared for. All the other hands are already being held. Sorry, little girl, but no one is there for you.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Stop.
Let the wind take me,
Bend me and break me.
Twist my skin,
Leave burns.
Stretch my limbs,
Draw my dark red blood.
Cut out my tongue
And everything else that fails me.
Pinch my lungs,
Let me gasp.
Slice my throat,
Just make it stop.
Ninny's Narnia May 2015
Entrancing foreign melodies flowing through my head. My phantom-like extremities are the first to feel the daze. It spreads throughout my body; I'm not quite here, but I'm not yet dead. An intangible warmth festers in my chest reassuring my soon to be everlasting serenity.
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