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Nitsua Asemed Jul 2017
Put the world into your brush
And let peace into your pen
Let the mind and heart come rush.
Let it make the world again.

Staring at an empty space
With potential to be found
Look behind the canvas face
There is wonder there inbound.

Hear the music of the rain,
Hear the whistling of the trees,
Concentrate upon the plain
There is more than what is seen.

Let the mind wander and roam,
Let it empty, let it fill.
Tour the world and go back home;
Let your pen do as it will.

'Neath the thought's another thought,
And a world inside each heart.
Dwell in deeply and be caught
Be constricted in true art.

It is not about the words
Nor the stroke of every paint
But a message to the world
No matter how strong or faint.

So when you stare at the blank
And see God in a vision,
Put with ink, the sky that sank
In art of your decision

Put the world into your brush
And let peace into your pen
Let the mind and heart come rush.
Let it make the world again.
Nitsua Asemed Jul 2017
What is this shadow looming by?
What is this monstrous thing?
What is this jagged dagger ******
Upon my golden wing?
What is this dreadened storm within?
What is this sorry voice?
That says I should accept my fate;
That says this was my choice.
What are these chains that pull me down?
What are these poison thorns?
What makes me want to waste away,
As doth decree the Norns?
What is this hellish place I've built?
What is this drifting sleep?
What makes me want to suffocate,
Underground six feet deep?
What is this curse, this feeling cruel?
That makes me weep the sea?
And drown in the reflecting sky,
The monster that is me?
My em'rald eyes, my em'rald soul,
My envious design
What kind of feeling hurts like this
For reasons asinine?
And why do I feel what I feel,
When we're so far away
Why did I think this life would last
Until the end of day?
Why have I fooled myself so much
For someone I can't feel,
For someone that I cannot reach,
For someone that's not real?
Why is this cruelty happening?
Why is this world much so?
And all I can but do is laugh.
Because I'll never know!
Nitsua Asemed Jun 2017
Poems become tears,
When reality sinks in,
When Art brings despair,
And paintings become cries.
Dances become disgraces,
Songs pour out insecurities,
Genius bring forth controversy,
Boldness becomes cowardice,
Dreams make disasters,
And Death rules over Life,
When reality sinks in.

Reality, that is.
Reality.
Is that reality?

In sinks reality when
Life overrules Death, and
Disasters make dreams.
Cowardice becomes boldness,
Controversy forth bring genius,
Insecurities outpour songs,
Disgraces become dances,
Cries become paintings; and
Despair brings art when
In sinks reality; when
Tears become poems.
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Nitsua Asemed Jun 2017
What is it in poems that burn?
Possesses me to twist and turn?
Pulls out the soul to let it soar,
To let it frolic to the core?

Is it the meter, sound, and rhyme?
The intricate weaves of words each line?
The charming couplet weaved with sense,
The playful paradox, soft and tense?

Is it the passion, bare and wild?
The Lust entangled with the child?
The artist's soul put into page,
The torned-up papers drowned in rage?

Is it the after, once it's read?
The moment's message stuck in head?
The "I understand." The "Hmm, indeed."
The conceited wisdom we all feed?

Is it the question beyond the ink,
The philosophies we're bound  to think,
The things we'll never view one way,
Which we debate o'er everyday?

Or is it the boldness of the art,
Ripping out the veins from the heart,
And placed in view of public eye,
Either to be noticed or passed by?

The dauntless effort of a soul,
To speak his mind and reach his goal,
Without fear of slander, death, or sin
Is that why poems burn my skin?
Nitsua Asemed Jan 2017
Silence is not your friend, I'll say.
He's just as loud as Noise.
You think that by the end of day,
He'll give you gifts and toys?

When you are glad, sure, he can give,
You time to think of life.
To plan your plans like "Where to live?"
Or "Who will be my wife?"

And Noise will keep you company,
As Silence, just as fair!
But you'd prefer to think and see,
The future you'll prepare.

But when you're sad, O, you'll be lost,
'Cause Silence, like I said,
Is not your friend, and he will make
You wish that you were dead.

When your plans fall, and love turns ash,
Your future shattered deep,
And you're in thought, in deep, deep thought.
And these thoughts you will keep.

You'll think of love, that it's still there.
Hope hasn't flown away.
And when you search it everywhere,
It won't turn up that day.

But you still keep on thinking things,
That Silence is just there,
To take you off in golden wings.
But really, it's despair.

And when you realize all this,
Silence is not your friend.
You'll stop thinking of plans you'll miss,
And plastic loves that end.

Be strong, keep heart, move forward through,
Distract yourself with Noise!
Don't plan your plans so early too,
Just savor all your joys.

There is a life beyond the past,
The future, it can wait.
Just live each day as if it's last,
Be noisy, celebrate!
Nitsua Asemed Jan 2017
Anna, are you still there, my friend?
I'm sorry we're in this mess.
I think Fate is jealous with us,
It seems so, more or less.

But really, how could we have known,
That we'd be trapped in here?
This rubble once a train station,
Now doomed in silence queer.

Anna, are you still there my friend?
Don't worry, won't be long.
Until the rescuers arrive,
With help and curing song.

But sorry, if I pressured you,
To come with me today.
I did not think, nor imagined
That it would be this way.

You left your plans and went with me
How noble were you dear?
And now leaves me in agony,
Of what had happened here.

I should have heard the breaking news,
Of heavy earthquake dread.
And I's relieved that I'd no scratch,
But your right foot was red.

I'm crying so much, I just laugh!
And now I promise true;
After rescue from this place,
I'm never leaving you.

I want to hold you everyday,
Like this, as if it's last.
And l'll love you in everyway,
So let's leave this place fast!

I love you, Anna, stay with me.
Forever and much more.
And though you're bleeding still on foot,
It won't be long before--

See! I can hear the rescuers!
They're here with aid and flare!
I'm glad, Anna, we're still--

Anna?

Anna. . . are you still there?
Nitsua Asemed Dec 2016
l would wait for you forever, but I cannot.
I would give everything for you but I cannot.
I would die a thousand times for you but I cannot.
I want to make everyone happy but I can not.
I want to have eternal peace but I cannot.
I would achieve all my lofty goals but I cannot.

I cannot

For I have the immortal soul of a poet,
But I have the limited body of a human.
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