nim - Hello Poetry

Nov 2023

lmnsinner

he gulps me into peaces
__

led to his bed.
eyes kissed and asked to
come and go to where I
dream and imagine
but do not think.

he gulps me into pieces.
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god.

and when he sees I am at last
in peaceful,
speaks.

god could but desires not to answer
all who call out to him.

thus the human was invented:

an imperfect messenger

a version of his image

that answers you in

pieces of peace

as best as any

human can

#lmnsinner #gulp #pieces #peaces #human #invented #he #gulps #me #into

nim Jun 2023

writer

what a big writer you are,
with tears serving you as ink
in the end, always
leaving nothing behind

nim May 2023

sister

you dye my hair
and teach me how to sew,
you give me advice
and hear me out when i cry, too.
when i treat you bad
or when i try my best
i feel at ease, but guilty,
because it is you -
i wish to give you
more than i ever could.

forgive me,
for i am a monster
that cannot fight as well
as you do, i cannot parent
as well as you do;
you are so bright,
in both stance and wits,
even when you're clumsy too.

i love all of your jokes,
and the way you laugh,
and the way you're always first
on the scoreboard of your old FPS.
i love all of your hobbies
and the way you're full of knowledge,
yes, tell me more about what the Romans do.

thank you for showing me
how to read these
dumb scripts, and how not
to get an F in an essay.
what the professors hate,
and why i might not fail.
for cheering me up,
for trying so hard;

just know,
you are seen too.

I love you, too.

hope i can express it well enough one day <3 thank you

nim May 2023

at peace

i've been fighting horrible
battles with death, with my
mind constantly overflowing, spilling;
but

in my lifetime
i came across people who loved me,
someone loved me;

and that's enough.

Been having horrible anxiety all the time. Relief brings immediate tears.

nim Mar 2023

rails

||             look at me!,      ||
i playfully scream,
                                    balancing at the edge
||     of the rusty rails     ||
used only by ghosts
of trains, and of
people

the cliff
||       turns gravity        ||
to pull me closer,
into a                                            hug
||    i've always wanted,     ||
like a good parent
after praising his son

the call twists my
                                brain
insides
pulling me
closer
                             to the cliff,

and i wander,
and i wonder,
and i
||        s c r e a m      ||
and i wish
i could
cry.

||                          ||
the rails are
closing in,
i don't have
much time

to write what i say,
                        || and sa||y what i write
i wish someone
could love me
now.

|n|ow|,|
not even the
rails
want me,
i fall
into the void,
now,
i     di         ||e||                  ▫️

a piece of you will always stay in me
and i don't get a say in it