nervosa

A 21 year old writer who values reality, the mind, happiness.

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  • nervosa 11w

    good morning whiskey
    how can you help
    today
    can you make me forget
    yesterday
    the pain
    the past
    the mistakes I made
    and will make
    again

    good morning needle
    i need your high
    from feeling low
    the familiar injection
    in the forearm
    just above
    the scars

    good morning revolver
    you are my
    last chance
    last resort
    to free myself
    from the clutches
    of misery

    flashing lights
    empty glass
    broken needle
    brass casing
    dead on arrival


    ©nervosa

  • nervosa 13w

    a sacred fear
    tainted
    denigrated
    leaves fools
    entrenched in depravity

    a wicked curse
    a blessing
    its nature in metaxis

    loneliness
    deteriorates men’s will
    but solitude
    a gift
    a peacefulness
    where thought
    and feeling
    are retained
    only
    by you


    ©nervosa

  • nervosa 13w

    A dreaded reality
    Hated for its authenticity
    Swept aside
    For a favorable dream
    Like a deceased rose
    Still picked
    For a beauty
    It does not have


    ©nervosa

  • nervosa 13w

    you can’t hide forever
    you can pretend that
    you don’t hurt
    you don’t cry
    you don’t drink
    but you do

    you can’t flee from darkness
    by closing your eyes
    or by declaring
    that it isn’t there

    you can’t run from problems
    reality won’t permit your legs
    to move fast enough
    or your mind and heart
    to ignore

    you can accept it
    embrace it
    channel it
    find your light
    or you can refuse
    and fumble
    in darkness


    ©nervosa

  • nervosa 14w

    the walls of my mind
    are littered with words
    i wish i had said
    and regrets
    fill the halls at every turn

    i smile with sadness
    reminiscing on joyous memories
    just out of reach
    your face, framed
    provides a flicker of light
    like the constellations
    of luminous stars
    fighting valiantly
    against the darkness

    i cannot escape these walls
    there is a door with no knob
    and windows are absent
    but even if there was a knob to turn
    or there were windows to open
    i do not believe
    that i would leave
    because there is comfort
    in familiarity


    ©nervosa

  • nervosa 14w

    Five
    Or
    Five hundred thousand
    Miles
    Regardless
    His feet
    And heart
    Bled

    He walked
    Slowly
    Broken
    Away from her
    Touch
    Away from her
    Love
    And all else
    That hurt him so

    He came upon
    An unpromising fork
    A road
    Of gold
    Or dirt
    Never mind to him
    They both lead
    To the same Hell

    ©nervosa

  • nervosa 16w

    a simple speck
    a mesmeric rock
    the product
    of 13.8 billion years
    of celestial brilliance
    and I was lucky enough
    to be there

    ©nervosa