"natnat" poems
I have no music
Only words
I have reasons
Reasons to be heard
I have feeling
& hectic love
Rhymes like the forecast
Predicting my bluff..
Persecution
Mistreated heart
The pain lingers
But never lasts..
Beating hard against my chest
I fall again
My heart needs rest
Conjured thoughts
Swollen in dark
And wandering clueless
From the start
A couple of words
And fears swallow dreams
A couple of words
And nightmares become screams
There is no melody
Only words
A collaboration
Of me and my hurt
And only love heals me now
From shallow depths
Ill find my how x
NatNat
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
Subtle looks
And subtle sights
A hard right hook
In the dark of night
A slanted crook
Without the pleasure
Adjustment is
Without good measure
I am unafraid
But I fear anyways
Self doubt that clouds
Beautiful moments
Voice and thoughts
And roaming composure
I never was one
For random exposure
Leering obstacles
That never made sense
**** burning bridges
When you can Build a fence
Stretch and grow
And seeds shall sew
And if we never ask
We will surely never know
Failure is sacrificed
For glory and light
Forget the screams
That succumb the night
Circumstance wrestled
With hasty thought
And now there’s new lessons
To be taught
Take what you will
And write what you know
All that can happen
is maybe you’ll grow x
NatNat
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 12:38 AM UTC
All of the lunatics
Are running unashamed
The crisis is wounded
With pain and calamity
Washed ashore
The tides Mixing
madness with vanity
The asylum has been unleashed
With the unawareness of the beast
Now everyone is looking
For absolution and release
The clemency of some
Is like firing the gun
But only aiming
At one..
And asking for forgiveness
Without a plausible witness
They behave how they are treated
And In the masses they retreat
Screaming for defeat..
Because the madness
Wants to win
And where a sane man stands
On the palm of his hands
There’s only a few
That will ever understand...
Cut against mirrors
To make it all clearer
Sanctuary’s in a mad mans mind
Life is but a whisper
Holding time like a prisoner
And your left looking for yourself
The whole time x
NatNat
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
Life isn’t perfect
It’s far from it ..
Ninety percent of the time
I am stressed to fuckery about
What’s coming next
What’s already harmed me
Things that I can not control !
Yet I allow them to burden my life
It’s hard not to ..
But for that ten percent of the time
That is absolutely ******* perfect
I let that **** consume me
I let the lessons wash over me
Because...
That simple perfection
is not something that is worked for
It comes naturally
through love
and through humanity
In those small pieces of life
That exhilarate me to my bones
Extends the breath and the blood
That pulses through my body
It’s that ten percent
That makes it all worth while x
NatNat
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 2:37 AM UTC