Nicnavina

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In the Dark by Nicnavina, literature

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In the Dark

Deep in the black, a battle rages Tears have streamed down bloody faces. Swords are drawn, men fall Not a history lesson if you lived through it all. In the dark. Life fades right from a mother’s arms, Fire destroys everything down to the farms. Men beg for death and for pain to be stilled, And the nights burn on, as hot as a kiln. In the dark. The sun may rise but it no longer shines, On the battlefield heat beats down on the lines. If God has a favourite there’s none to be known All equally damaged; flesh, bandage and bone. In the dark. The blood stains the fields as the cries burn their ears And those who survive

Realize by Nicnavina, literature

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Realize

I never realized what a sweet gift sight is Until I gazed upon your loving face I never knew how blessed I am to have arms Until we shared a magical embrace I never spoke from the pits of my soul Until I had your love to speak about I never cared what anyone thought of me Until the thought of you turned me inside out I never realized the joy of sharing Until I began to share my life with you I hope the love we share between us Helps you realize life’s beauty too

If I Were Any Happier by Nicnavina, literature

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If I Were Any Happier

if i were any happier, i'd probably stop breathing and my heart would cease to beat, im sure. such happiness cant be contained in human form. if the sun shone any brighter, the rays would probably blind me and its radience would burn my skin, such brightness couldnt be meant for my life if you were much more perfect the world would probably implode and our minds would all scramble, but i needn't worry ...you couldnt get any more perfect.

All Perfection by Nicnavina, literature

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All Perfection

Passion, understanding, and a heartbeat that threatens to implode upon my being all these things and then some you bring it all into my life. all perfection, i can hold it in my arms in the form of a boy more complete than any boy i've ever met in the form of a man more beautifully formed than any god of the greeks and more beautiful at heart than the sweetest of songs; than the most perfect of melodies strung together in the sunshine What am i without this feeling? and what was i before it? Existence bears a whole new meaning now that I have you

feelings by Nicnavina, literature

Ice Cream by Nicnavina, literature

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Ice Cream

I’m basically ice cream to you. And Its not like I was even a taste test We were far past that point You were already practically at the bottom of the bucket. And you seemed to be enjoying it so much And now suddenly you turn around and vomit all over me? Maybe you ate too much. Maybe I shouldn’t have let you have the whole tub Because now I'm empty And I have nothing left to share with anyone else.

Hate by Nicnavina, literature

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Hate

I hate myself And I hate your words And I hate what we’ve become And I hate the way you used to touch me And the way you never will again. And the way there’s nothing I can do about it. And I hate the way your absence burns And I hate the thought of you And I hate the thought of not thinking of you ever again In the way I used to. I hate this place, I hate my heart I hate what I’ve done to you and me I hate the tears that refuse to stop Even when I lay exhausted on my bed, craving sleep. I hate these walls. I hate the air outside as well. There is no happy medium, it’s horribly lost now I hate the way tha

The Library - Part one by Nicnavina, literature

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The Library - Part one

It’s raining. This is so cliché. Every time anyone is ever sad in books, it rains. But rain is not sad, not to me at least. Breaking briskly on the surface of my tear stained face, it’s quite refreshing. It’s an act of nature. It is beautiful and full of moisture: since, of course, it’s water. It is delectably far from the drought like quality of an irreplaceably destructed world... not that such a thing exists—at least not here, not in paradise. No, I am certainly no longer sad now that it’s raining. I love the rain—we all do. I know that what I saw was a mirage. Mirages happen often here. But just f

Searing Panic by Nicnavina, literature

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Searing Panic

I’m so afraid Awake and shaking And I don’t know why I don’t even know what I'm scared of I cant even cry The coldness in my chest is extending down my arms The numbness scares me shitless And I'm not going to be ok And I'm not going to make it out of here alive What if I lose you? What if you think I’m what I’m not? What if your hidden conversations Are the end of all the good I’ve ever been to you? What if your secret opinions Burn me in my sleep Or burn into your memories as the only ones you choose to keep? What if this is the end What if you don’t even tell me? What if theres no clean

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What of Me? by Nicnavina, literature

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What of Me?

What of me? I ask time and time again For the reply I wait in vain, I wish I could know What is planned for me What great ness is in store for me I am sure there is a purpose For all of life's hardships Which I know all too well They come and prepare me, They make me strong For storms to come I discover more of myself each day I learn more of life, Of people, of attitudes There are times when I feel dwarfed by an ant There are times when I tower No matter where I am standing Some say I've learned a great deal Some say I've earned much respect Some tease and ridicule me To relieve their own pain. Some hate me, some lov

Hearsay by Nicnavina, literature

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Hearsay

He said, she said They said, we said enough of this We're sick of this Of hearing rumors Spreading tumors Buffaloes with purple tumors Bumblebee wings on their backs It's curious but true I know Cause he said so and She said so. So I said "so?" So, so, sew the dresses Make the messes Mop them up and Spill again it's Puddle muddle twisty train Of thought, of pain The window pane is broken It was spoken By a friend of a cousin's friend. They checked it so they know of course It came from a reliable dude A solid source An uncorrupted info flow That shows how much they know. Chasing words like lose-let dogs Details

Memoir Poem by Nicnavina, literature

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Memoir Poem

I am from childhood innocence from the magical years when Mommy was my hero. I am from coloring books and paper bag lunches Polly Pockets and jelly sandals I am from jump ropes and cute sundresses band-aids and kiss-it-better's. I am from Crayola crayons and p.b. and j. bubble baths and sesame street. I am from Barbie dolls with stubble hair (I cut it off but it never grew back). I am from teddy bears and sticky fingers, fairy tales and princesses in towers, I am from lullabies, from sing me to sleep and please, Daddy, just one more bedtime story. I am also from growth and change. from new experiences and open doors

Flutter by Nicnavina, literature

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Flutter

This gentle flutter in my heart Propels me through the day Oblivious to rivalry And petty things kids say I'm clinging to this feeling, boy this pungent ecstasy I'm floating in euphoria And it's just fine with me A gravity of zero and A fragrance soft and sweet A blend of sunset colours swirl You've swept me off my feet The way we fit together when You put your arm round me Can't tell where you end, where I start; —We're fitted perfectly The way I melt into your arms The way you hold me close You never flirt with other girls You care 'bout me the most You treat me like a lady and You're always good to me You tell me I

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Scribbled Thoughts by Nicnavina, literature

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Scribbled Thoughts

Life is a tragedy. Life is a downward spiral. Life is a bitter joke. Life is a pit of depression. Life is a series of disappointments broken up by periods of dark bitterness. Life is a knot with no loose ends. Life makes me wonder if death is any better. Life is an excuse for God to laugh at me. Life is so unfair. Life is the epitome of struggle. Life is a hell before hell. Life makes me wonder how hard it would be to drown myself in a toilet bowl. Life isn't short enough. Life is an ocean of unnecessary tears. Life is a nightmare that screams through my mind even when I'm awake. Life is so painful. Life is slowly killing me.

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If You Were In Love With Me by Robsonnet, literature

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If You Were In Love With Me

IF YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH ME Where are they now, the men you loved before? Did they grow lazy and complacent, fat from diets rich in smiles and kisses? Did they assume, because your needs were few, that theirs were all that mattered? Well, if you were in love with me, your journeys would not lack a navigator. You would dine on hearty, crusty breads and homemade soups chock-full of love and vegetables. You'd exercise more often on the dance floor, and always have a need to shop for something nice to wear. Who were these fools who could not keep your love? Were they bewildered when you asked for nothing, unable to dis

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In the Dark by Nicnavina, literature

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About Nicnavina

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Canada
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Apartment
Favourite genre of music: Anything and everything
MP3 player of choice: iPhone
Favourite cartoon character: Tinkerbell or Julie-Su
Personal Quote: "Don't take life too seriously... you'll never get out alive anyway!"

Favourite Visual Artist

Anyone under the age of six

Favourite Movies

Robin Hood: Men in Tights, I Robot, Van Helsing, Chronicles of Riddick, Princess Bride

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

I listen to everything

Favourite Writers

Terry Pratchett, Charles de Lint, Holly Black

Tools of the Trade

My iPAQ, my iPOD nano, my computer, paper and a pencil (preferably not a mechanical one)

Other Interests

Singing, acting, writing, reading, internet, work

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Nicnavina

Mar 6, 2013

This awesome thing

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Heyyy I taught myself how to do this awesome thing on a lazy sunday afternoon this past weekend. Check out my video and please share, like, and comment! Thanks guys! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=osQPsbZdiDY

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Nicnavina

Jan 5, 2013

Where to begin

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I always do this. I always leave for extended periosd of time, then swing back in with full intentions of picking back up where I left off, but it isn't that easy. Reading back through my work and my journals, I'm quickly coming to realize that I am not the same person I was. I am not the girl who raged against the world when she held a belief close to her heart. I am not the girl who dropped everything and sank into gooey pits of romance every time she met a boy. I am not the girl who could slice you apart with her words. But I'm ok with that. I am still a taste of that person, the subtle notes of her fervor still linger in my personality.

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Nicnavina

Nov 12, 2010

OMG

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OMG I haven't been on here in forever. It's been a couple of years at least... I need to do a HUGE overhaul of my page. I have so much more poetry to add,and I need to update my profile pic... that one is from a Halloween party in 2007! Talk to you all soon!