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NinaMarie Apr 2015
He gave me true lust
I loved His kisses and His touch
I held Him in secret
And it was our little game

We played like children
Meaningless promises
Blushing gazes
Every night a new adventure

He could have had me
A willingness no other possessed
Until my honesty turned to poison
And I became His yesterday

Spoken words meant nothing
The game was only that
But He played it too well
Now the violent end has come

He thinks He won
But the most harmful of all
Was the act I did myself,
Letting Him into my life
NinaMarie Nov 2013
I need help
The one thing I can't voice
A cry that remains unheard
By all ears
Except for my own

I need help
The one thing I can't show
A mask that remains unseen
By all eyes
Except for my own

I need help
The one thing I can't feel
A burden that remains untouched
By all shoulders
Except for my own

I need help
The one thing I can't have
A thought that remains unknown
By all minds
Except for my own
In which pride and fear run together to create my own helplessness
NinaMarie Aug 2014
I've done things, I wish I could undo

I've regretted them, and this is very true

But what is a lie

Is that if I were to die

I'd cast myself away

And regret who I am, on my dying day



There have been mistakes I've made

And debts I've paid

But I wouldn't want to live

If there was no gift to give

I wouldn't want to stay

I'd wish to go, on my dying day



I've had frowns and smiles

I've travelled millions of miles

I've been all the places I've wished to be

I've seen all the things I've wished to see

So when I know it's time, I'll be okay

I'll be satisfied, on my dying day
NinaMarie May 2013
There's one day in a month
When the sky is very dark
And with it comes the shadows of humanity
But we'd be lucky to have wars last only one night
Shrouded in blackness, we are the horrors that cause nightmares

The crescent, with its sliver of paleness
It is the overpowering hand of discrimination
Destruction comes in many different forms
Curved like a scythe and sharp at the tips
Oddly shaped, we are those who judge so wrongly

The moon in its first quarter shows more than good and evil
It houses purity and serenity in white
But the other half is black with invinsibilty and unkindness
It is split in half like a heart torn between two decisions
Opposite colors, we are the creators of love and hate

Brighter and bigger the gibbous moon is ignorance
The incomplete light is a lack of awareness to global conflicts
Poverty is ignored and wars happen "some place else"
Drugs and abuse are only scenes from dramatic movies
Partially dark, we are those who don't live for the benefit of others

But when the moon is at its fullest, its brightest
We can see our world completely out of the darkness
With no black to shield our eyes we see the truth
Reality hits our senses and we long for forgiveness
Illumination, we are those who regret our mistakes
Prompt: Compare the cruelties of humanity to an element of nature.
NinaMarie Jan 2016
Silence is said to be the loudest sound.
Years of enjoyment shadowed by impending doom.
The smoke filling every room
She loved the smell of the exhaust
And never thought of the cost
The burn she would feel in the back of her throat
Her favorite part, she would gloat
The rush from the nicotine
The soft, happy tickling
The itch of addiction that had to be scratched
Unsuspecting, she quickly became attached
Uncaring and inhaling
Her lungs were failing
She knew this now after only thirty-two
Silence is said to be the loudest sound.
If she were able to speak, she would tell you.
Written for a creative writing class.
NinaMarie May 2013
Then I was a child
Then times were wild
Then knowledge slipped past my understanding
Then I was in flight and afraid of landing

Because...

Then I was a different person from now
I hear it in my voice and see it in my body yet I still don't know how
Now I am far bigger than I was then
Yet I am smaller on the inside and my memories must comfort me again

Because...

Now I'm still young though not young enough
Now times are merciless and tough
Now happiness has slipped past my sight
Now I've landed and I fear flight
Feeling nostalgic
NinaMarie Oct 2015
The story is always the same
A young girl gives her heart
She lets herself go insane
And they end up apart
NinaMarie Nov 2013
People cling to the past
Over the years we feel regret
And those emotions last forever
Until we decide to let them go

We release regret by forgiveness
And although it takes tears
We feel the heavy burden lift
And forget our sorrows
Written when I was 15

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