niamornimo - Hello Poetry

@niamornimo Its funny that writers live their lives on pen and paper, Bloggers, poets, journalists even preachers. I say this not because I've seen them but because I'm one. The thing that people call content is an outlet of our lives as writers expressed. There are days when words flood out of our minds to paper like geniuses with numbers in the cloud, Then days when it's radio silent. Our pen and paper are distant like the home built in the suburbs visited once for Christmas. Yeah we seek for mojo in literally everything and when life hits you with a pause then... Finding words is hard like saying ;I love you to a crush who vowed never to love again, Like telling your parent I love you because you forgave them without them having to ask, Like buying a birthday gift for an ex who told you, you're never good enough for him, Like looking at yourself in the mirror and saying I Forgive You meaning every word coz as you go around gifting everyone handouts of Love and embrace the one you come back home to is YOU. Yes the dilemma of a writer is not finding words or expression but Stillness in life, that radio silence when all hell has broken loose. The shell you cave in just numbing all the feels that bombard your normalcy. Don't get me started on getting out the shell to find out everyone else moved on but You. Coming back is brutal the pen and paper feels like an oasis in a dessert and you're not thirsty.

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Jul 8, 2025

Jul 8, 2025 at 4:44 PM UTC

Writers Dilemma

@niamornimo Its funny that writers live their lives on pen and paper, Bloggers, poets, journalists even preachers. I say this not because I've seen them but because I'm one. The thing that people call content is an outlet of our lives as writers expressed. There are days when words flood out of our minds to paper like geniuses with numbers in the cloud, Then days when it's radio silent. Our pen and paper are distant like the home built in the suburbs visited once for Christmas. Yeah we seek for mojo in literally everything and when life hits you with a pause then... Finding words is hard like saying ;I love you to a crush who vowed never to love again, Like telling your parent I love you because you forgave them without them having to ask, Like buying a birthday gift for an ex who told you, you're never good enough for him, Like looking at yourself in the mirror and saying I Forgive You meaning every word coz as you go around gifting everyone handouts of Love and embrace the one you come back home to is YOU. Yes the dilemma of a writer is not finding words or expression but Stillness in life, that radio silence when all hell has broken loose. The shell you cave in just numbing all the feels that bombard your normalcy. Don't get me started on getting out the shell to find out everyone else moved on but You. Coming back is brutal the pen and paper feels like an oasis in a dessert and you're not thirsty.

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What's holding you back? Rhetorically this one's always hard to answer Not because it's hard to articulate who is master over you But more of I'm I willing to break free. Still pondering the echoes of faith moves mountains spoken to a slave that's been gifted freedom. My pastor once taught that the stomach is a better slave than a master. Slavery keeps you in a constant beat The drumming don't change coz festivities means more work. Harder is freedom. So buying or being gifted freedom doesn't mean the chains are down. You have to transform your mind to inform your zeal and drive to do and to will. Easier said than done I know. I honestly don't blame the pharisees hardness They bought the slavery and it wrapped it's chains around their brains to work in an old system. We have been given this gift of salvation. Price paid fully no more condemnation But trying to jump with weights will make you feel the jump isn't necessary it's work Not realizing each jump is freedom lived and expressed Only thing required is shading Letting go of the familiar chains Embrace freedom coz your master no longer has dominion or authority over you. Yes redemption was for you. Step in and step out We Are Free!!!

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Jun 1, 2025

Jun 1, 2025 at 7:24 PM UTC

I Am Free

What's holding you back? Rhetorically this one's always hard to answer Not because it's hard to articulate who is master over you But more of I'm I willing to break free. Still pondering the echoes of faith moves mountains spoken to a slave that's been gifted freedom. My pastor once taught that the stomach is a better slave than a master. Slavery keeps you in a constant beat The drumming don't change coz festivities means more work. Harder is freedom. So buying or being gifted freedom doesn't mean the chains are down. You have to transform your mind to inform your zeal and drive to do and to will. Easier said than done I know. I honestly don't blame the pharisees hardness They bought the slavery and it wrapped it's chains around their brains to work in an old system. We have been given this gift of salvation. Price paid fully no more condemnation But trying to jump with weights will make you feel the jump isn't necessary it's work Not realizing each jump is freedom lived and expressed Only thing required is shading Letting go of the familiar chains Embrace freedom coz your master no longer has dominion or authority over you. Yes redemption was for you. Step in and step out We Are Free!!!

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Years ago I set down my pen and paper Gained courage to do life And well, didn't life happen. I'm smiling while thoughts race through my nervous system sending signals to my brain It's happening!!! Yeah I'm paralyzed Can't move The bed has me chained Refusing to let me go It understands. The rivers of tears she's collected Watching passion, giggles, prayer to mourning. How could it let me go. Spit hit the fun and the grace I was hanging onto waxed thin. The scars are exposed My mind feels bipolar coz the journey of grace has my heart Constantly on the surgery table. The cutting is necessary sure for to remove the tumor you must allow the blade to work it's magic. Often not talked about the process to recovery. Not enough talk around navigating with crutches. Even the brilliant minds go through it. I see the end and it brought me back to pen and paper.

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May 23, 2025

May 23, 2025 at 4:42 AM UTC

Yet Again @niamornimo

Years ago I set down my pen and paper Gained courage to do life And well, didn't life happen. I'm smiling while thoughts race through my nervous system sending signals to my brain It's happening!!! Yeah I'm paralyzed Can't move The bed has me chained Refusing to let me go It understands. The rivers of tears she's collected Watching passion, giggles, prayer to mourning. How could it let me go. Spit hit the fun and the grace I was hanging onto waxed thin. The scars are exposed My mind feels bipolar coz the journey of grace has my heart Constantly on the surgery table. The cutting is necessary sure for to remove the tumor you must allow the blade to work it's magic. Often not talked about the process to recovery. Not enough talk around navigating with crutches. Even the brilliant minds go through it. I see the end and it brought me back to pen and paper.

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If you'd have asked me how I wouldn't have been able to tell you But He touched me The energy I used trying to prove a point I redirected it to seeking Him I surrender. I couldn't keep going back to He leaves the 99 for the 1 I needed to see draw near to me as I draw near to you Yes He touched me Soaking my face towel in Regrets and repentance I felt a warm embrace Every year I crossover It humbles me coz who I'm I That He favors me this way Filled with gratitude on my knees For He didn't allow the suicide to go through Didn't hold my past against me And everyday renewing His mercies What a privilege! So in the deep... I'll trade my fear for trust Guilt and shame for gratitude Regret and reproach for thanksgiving I said once make sure when you look back you can do it with a smile But I'm also allowing you to look Back with a cry coz you've made it through. The mountains before you are now so far behind you. The darkness that was palpable now gone to be forgotten Coz light don't negotiate with the dark. Finally you can breathe out and breathe in fresh air. Pull your head out the water. You're safe. We're here now!

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Jan 4, 2025

Jan 4, 2025 at 12:24 AM UTC

We're here now

If you'd have asked me how I wouldn't have been able to tell you But He touched me The energy I used trying to prove a point I redirected it to seeking Him I surrender. I couldn't keep going back to He leaves the 99 for the 1 I needed to see draw near to me as I draw near to you Yes He touched me Soaking my face towel in Regrets and repentance I felt a warm embrace Every year I crossover It humbles me coz who I'm I That He favors me this way Filled with gratitude on my knees For He didn't allow the suicide to go through Didn't hold my past against me And everyday renewing His mercies What a privilege! So in the deep... I'll trade my fear for trust Guilt and shame for gratitude Regret and reproach for thanksgiving I said once make sure when you look back you can do it with a smile But I'm also allowing you to look Back with a cry coz you've made it through. The mountains before you are now so far behind you. The darkness that was palpable now gone to be forgotten Coz light don't negotiate with the dark. Finally you can breathe out and breathe in fresh air. Pull your head out the water. You're safe. We're here now!

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They say if you were fooled once it's not on you but when the cycle repeats itself then that's on you. Guess I saw a silhouette of my knight in shining armor in just a mere man I own it, It should have been obvious though, Can't you see it You are a too good to be true commodity Reason why people leave you on the shelf I'm torn, what exactly I'm i supposed to become to be seen for who I really am. Guess it's just another journal day. God what messed up cycle do you keep putting me through, What exactly am I missing Maybe it's the prayer I make about him The him I don't know The him I need The him who is final For now I'm being tested and told to be open But I'm not a register for anyone to sign up I am selective and I'm not about to down size myself to fit in a smaller package. All I have to offer now is this current me I'm more of beauty and brains and that's fine by me. Imma keep at it. If the cycle will keep playing the same game then it's on. This time I won't sell myself short or fit in the idea someone else has of me in their medulla. I'll just have to watch and learn

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Feb 27, 2024

Feb 27, 2024 at 10:19 AM UTC

Fooled again

They say if you were fooled once it's not on you but when the cycle repeats itself then that's on you. Guess I saw a silhouette of my knight in shining armor in just a mere man I own it, It should have been obvious though, Can't you see it You are a too good to be true commodity Reason why people leave you on the shelf I'm torn, what exactly I'm i supposed to become to be seen for who I really am. Guess it's just another journal day. God what messed up cycle do you keep putting me through, What exactly am I missing Maybe it's the prayer I make about him The him I don't know The him I need The him who is final For now I'm being tested and told to be open But I'm not a register for anyone to sign up I am selective and I'm not about to down size myself to fit in a smaller package. All I have to offer now is this current me I'm more of beauty and brains and that's fine by me. Imma keep at it. If the cycle will keep playing the same game then it's on. This time I won't sell myself short or fit in the idea someone else has of me in their medulla. I'll just have to watch and learn

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I put my heart a way in a lock and key Threw the key in a well I never thought there was a force so strong That could pull the key to Open me up again But he has managed. L. O ...wow Who would have thought, The aloof beauty has some warmth left in her I'm still in awe Still scared but this time I'm more scared of regret than jumping the cliff I pray that the ground won't Stretch it's lips this time to Kiss my pretty face.. All I want is to fall in his arms, Embrace his sweet heart as though it's mine. Baby I don't just want to love you. I want to hold your hand through and through You make me feel like a small teenage girl

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Jan 5, 2024

Jan 5, 2024 at 4:35 PM UTC

I think I'm in love.

I put my heart a way in a lock and key Threw the key in a well I never thought there was a force so strong That could pull the key to Open me up again But he has managed. L. O ...wow Who would have thought, The aloof beauty has some warmth left in her I'm still in awe Still scared but this time I'm more scared of regret than jumping the cliff I pray that the ground won't Stretch it's lips this time to Kiss my pretty face.. All I want is to fall in his arms, Embrace his sweet heart as though it's mine. Baby I don't just want to love you. I want to hold your hand through and through You make me feel like a small teenage girl

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@niamornimo Life is a spectrum, As by passage through a prism It's said that the greatest war We indulge in mostly Is between our hearts and brain. My question is why? Why do two components staged to work in one anthropoid tend to differ so much? Which one provides more clarity? Its funny how hard it is to comprehend our thoughts in that direction. It's sickening right? I know... But to get our balance We'll have to resist. Fight against ourselves Our thoughts. But the question we must ask is; Can we do it? Are we brave enough?

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May 30, 2022

May 30, 2022 at 6:27 AM UTC

Resistance

@niamornimo Life is a spectrum, As by passage through a prism It's said that the greatest war We indulge in mostly Is between our hearts and brain. My question is why? Why do two components staged to work in one anthropoid tend to differ so much? Which one provides more clarity? Its funny how hard it is to comprehend our thoughts in that direction. It's sickening right? I know... But to get our balance We'll have to resist. Fight against ourselves Our thoughts. But the question we must ask is; Can we do it? Are we brave enough?

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@niamornimo What do you do when you're at the edge That place that you keep Landing in... Over and over as though a melody?. When waves of emotions stir up As tears fight, Trying to escape my eye lids Maybe wash off the pain in my eyes. Religion, relationship, career, purpose Nothing makes sense I'm at a loss here What's with me Do I enjoy the roller coaster And why is it always painful This knife stuck in my Heart Stuck., as my molten blood Burn it down, Melting it from it's metallic state Consumed completely into dark The horror. The voices, the mock, The evil laugh, Of him winning Ha!...you're a seven remember The mass that should Predict the future behind you doesn't measure up, Your face is pale, Your eyes dilated, Your knees sharp...decide whether you wanna be a girl coz ha! Your short fat fingers ugh! Pathetic! What was God even thinking trying to put up all this? You're the definition of mess. At that dark corner I smiled, I chuckled and in the middle of a chuckle I broke a tear And laughed hysterically For the sick joke. Striding slowly to the mirror. I see my reflection I'm not sure what they saw When they were saying all that Coz I don't see it. I see a reflection of God Maker of the heavens and earth Can't believe it broke my heart Listening to their empty Pouts Maybe I forget how perfect His work is I hope I'll snap in time To appreciate the rhythm For the hallelujahs we to raise Coz everything He created was good and perfect So next time you Find yourself doubting His master piece Consult The spirit that Hovered over the waters When the earth was with no form Helping the Father complete His work Which was affirmed good. Not forgetting Him breathing life into You and placing you Where He called good and perfect. Let His words flow out of you Changing the slow rock rhythm that keeps living you hanging on the edge And dance on those sharp Thorns coz even though the snake Bites you, The poison won't harm you. Maybe you're a small girl which Is perfect coz you have a big God.

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Feb 24, 2022

Feb 24, 2022 at 4:17 PM UTC

Game changer

@niamornimo What do you do when you're at the edge That place that you keep Landing in... Over and over as though a melody?. When waves of emotions stir up As tears fight, Trying to escape my eye lids Maybe wash off the pain in my eyes. Religion, relationship, career, purpose Nothing makes sense I'm at a loss here What's with me Do I enjoy the roller coaster And why is it always painful This knife stuck in my Heart Stuck., as my molten blood Burn it down, Melting it from it's metallic state Consumed completely into dark The horror. The voices, the mock, The evil laugh, Of him winning Ha!...you're a seven remember The mass that should Predict the future behind you doesn't measure up, Your face is pale, Your eyes dilated, Your knees sharp...decide whether you wanna be a girl coz ha! Your short fat fingers ugh! Pathetic! What was God even thinking trying to put up all this? You're the definition of mess. At that dark corner I smiled, I chuckled and in the middle of a chuckle I broke a tear And laughed hysterically For the sick joke. Striding slowly to the mirror. I see my reflection I'm not sure what they saw When they were saying all that Coz I don't see it. I see a reflection of God Maker of the heavens and earth Can't believe it broke my heart Listening to their empty Pouts Maybe I forget how perfect His work is I hope I'll snap in time To appreciate the rhythm For the hallelujahs we to raise Coz everything He created was good and perfect So next time you Find yourself doubting His master piece Consult The spirit that Hovered over the waters When the earth was with no form Helping the Father complete His work Which was affirmed good. Not forgetting Him breathing life into You and placing you Where He called good and perfect. Let His words flow out of you Changing the slow rock rhythm that keeps living you hanging on the edge And dance on those sharp Thorns coz even though the snake Bites you, The poison won't harm you. Maybe you're a small girl which Is perfect coz you have a big God.

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The heat emission Burning my heart down to submission Only to wake at eviction.

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Sep 15, 2021

Sep 15, 2021 at 5:30 PM UTC

Dreamy@niamornimo.

The heat emission Burning my heart down to submission Only to wake at eviction.

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Hey long time Was his first statement I thought I'd be excited and ready To face him after the long break. I couldn't I couldn't stand the smirk in his face The composed frame The focused look Who are you? Why the heck am I the only one bothered here? For a moment right there I was loosing it Deep within but kept a straight look Unbothered by what was happening on the outside While the inside was nothing but chaos The long hug after seeing me Affirmation that we will be fine. I chuckled coz that possibility is a Forgotten story And I'm not willing to dig up The skeletons in that grave. When you left I died My corpses gently placed in the tomb Of never will I ever But look at me now. I have it all Peace Stability Joy Purpose Fun But the saddest tell of our tale Is that your absence Will always drive me to The point of never mind.

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Aug 20, 2021

Aug 20, 2021 at 5:48 PM UTC

State of mind

Hey long time Was his first statement I thought I'd be excited and ready To face him after the long break. I couldn't I couldn't stand the smirk in his face The composed frame The focused look Who are you? Why the heck am I the only one bothered here? For a moment right there I was loosing it Deep within but kept a straight look Unbothered by what was happening on the outside While the inside was nothing but chaos The long hug after seeing me Affirmation that we will be fine. I chuckled coz that possibility is a Forgotten story And I'm not willing to dig up The skeletons in that grave. When you left I died My corpses gently placed in the tomb Of never will I ever But look at me now. I have it all Peace Stability Joy Purpose Fun But the saddest tell of our tale Is that your absence Will always drive me to The point of never mind.

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