Dripping emotion.

nina | virgo | infp | psychologist by day, bumbling poet by night. my inspiration/reblog blog: @ninapartage 

[ninaecrit]

if you’re pen,

let me be your paper.

bind me in leather

tight

open me

wide

let your tongue

s w i r l

in the inkwell

let my sighs breathe life into your world,

hips rolling into hills,

mountains reaching through the clouds

aching for the stars—

come on baby,

fill me up

[ninaecrit]

if you’re pen,

let me be your paper.

bind me in leather

tight

open me

wide

let your tongue

s w i r l

in the inkwell

let my sighs breathe life into your world,

hips rolling into hills,

mountains reaching through the clouds

aching for the stars—

come on baby,

fill me up

[ninaecrit]

for many years, i have lived in a fantasy world i dreamed i was a star in your galaxy focusing my light on you, hoping it would add to your mass. instead you sank your teeth into my bark draining the sap & letting it sit in your black hole stomach while i sat there, shivering, shriveled budding leaves drifting down into the parched soil turning spring into winter.

still, i kept giving & giving  in hopes that you would turn my fruit into nourishment still, you took & took & took sucking me deeper into your darkness with your philosophies of nothingness, stretching me thin, deaf to my screams, pulling me into your hadal soul the event horizon is in sight––

i’m unable to pretend any longer that my efforts were fulfilled. i’m unable to pretend  that you can be alive again i’m a radiant star again i’m no longer in your pull.

- nina b. // black hole.

[ninaecrit]

the last thought before sleep drifting in on a sunbeam through thick curtains  opened yet strained against their holders

begging to be closed, blocking the essence of rampant roses that long forgot their mother’s loving touch

shifting on hospital sheets while eyes close past lullabies lulling you to neverland

he’s perched atop a lavender cloud constellations shifting as he takes her hand

music joining hearts once more as she takes her final breath drifting into eternal peace.

–– nina b. // the last thought.

[ninaecrit]

when you laced your fingers with mine, what did you feel?

nina b. // did you feel the stars reaching for you?

inspired from this lovely quote.

[ninaecrit]

for many years, i have lived in a fantasy world i dreamed i was a star in your galaxy focusing my light on you, hoping it would add to your mass. instead you sank your teeth into my bark draining the sap & letting it sit in your black hole stomach while i sat there, shivering, shriveled budding leaves drifting down into the parched soil turning spring into winter.

still, i kept giving & giving  in hopes that you would turn my fruit into nourishment still, you took & took & took sucking me deeper into your darkness with your philosophies of nothingness, stretching me thin, deaf to my screams, pulling me into your hadal soul the event horizon is in sight––

i’m unable to pretend any longer that my efforts were fulfilled. i’m unable to pretend  that you can be alive again i’m a radiant star again i'm no longer in your pull.

- nina b. // black hole.

[ninaecrit]

mir • ror |  \ ˈmir-ər \ 

noun

i. you can’t remember the last time you took an honest look at yourself. you painted snapchat filters on your reflection until your face glowed with artificial moonlight, blemishes airbrushed away with dog ears and flower crowns woven into your hair.

ii. you skate on thin ice; one negative thought and it shatters beneath your feet. you think you look like an angel or the most hideous monster ever created. words lift up your cheekbones or drag bags down your face. they treat you as a blank slate for them to project their insecurities. look away from the horror they’ve created. so you stick post-its all over the bathroom walls until they’re covered in smiley faces. turn yourself into dust. you look better that way. 

iii. but silver can’t reflect the stars in your skin or the galaxies in your breath. the sun rises with your eyes. you paint constellations with every footstep and i want to name each and every one. you don’t need a camera to capture the nebulas that drip from your lips. this is your day; not theirs. 

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[abstractcommunity]

Beautiful in the dark

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No deadlines Always welcome

#abstractprompts

Keep writing Be well

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[ninaecrit]

the road to hell is paved with hearts of gold; abandoned in self-preservation.

- nina b. // haiku 3.

[ninaecrit]

when i tell you i was spacing out it doesn’t mean you aren’t worthy of my attention it means my mind is a door that won’t close letting sheets of thoughts rush in i want to sing them to you but i'm afraid it will be a song of laziness words strung together with no rhyme no reason just birds & butterflies woven into random patterns––

sorry, what were you saying?

- nina b. // adhd.

[ninaecrit]

jan·u·ar·y 

/janyəˌwerē/

noun

i. craggy old december closes his eyes again. you wait for the fireworks to burst open your cage. you dive into an ocean of champagne, bubbles peeling layers of ice away from bones & muscle & everywhere your fingers touch turn pure white. the year is erased. the realization is like being born again, dawn creeping through the cracks of your skin; light-headed, every vertebra piercing golden in the midnight. every injury is healed, your soul is renewed, every ache is lifted, if only for a while.

ii. you awake, your head pounding from the night before. as you walk to the bathroom, the past raises its ugly head, tracing memories into your soul with its icy finger; ravenous mouth opened wide, hungry for meaning in the darkness. the last year was wrong, so horribly wrong, it’s all your fault. look in the mirror; nothing has changed about you.

iii. but the past is done. let your other pair of eyes open. take your first steps in the newfallen snow; there is a whole year ahead of you. 

- nina b. // new year.

[ninaecrit]

Someday, when you see me, Don’t look at my face, the way I dress, or the shape of my body, like you would your next meal. When you listen to me, Don’t hear the sound of my voice, my accent, my diction, my rhetoric, my pauses. Don’t silence me with your “superior knowledge.” See me for who I really am. Listen to what I am saying, and understand me.

Nina B. // “When you see me” (via ninaecrit)

[ninaecrit]

she just wanted to go home  but the wolves wouldn’t let her go without telling her how amazing her ass was or salivating over her tits or taking pictures of her feet no matter how hard she tried to fight back, they held her down while the bus screeched away. no escape.

@ninaecrit // preying for release. (via ninaecrit)

[ninaecrit]

when you said you like fearless girls, did you think malala, anne frank, and rosa parks were born with defiance boiling in their blood? 

did you think catwoman and storm were shipped from venus  to save us earthlings?

no.

to be vulnerable is to be fearless. to be in the spotlight is not the same as opening the curtains of your heart and letting kindness radiate from your soul.

the twitch in your lips before you unlock the gates in the depths of your mind.

i want to be fearless. i want to be outspoken. i want to wear my struggles loud and proud.

i thought when the gates swung open, you would keep going. 

but you stopped, frozen as if you had opened the door to elsa’s castle.

i don’t blame you.  sometimes, i’m scared too.

- nina b. // open the gates.

[ninaecrit]

someday, you will have your peace.

nina b. // survivors. (via ninaecrit)

[ninaecrit]

as a child i was told once feathers are free, they cannot go back. left to drift aimlessly in the wind, without a care in the world.

but no one thought of the bird  that dropped those feathers.

- nina b. // תשובה