Mold your pieces together
Pick up parts of you she
left scattered.

Glue them in self love.
Paint them in “I am
enough “ and remind
yourself that you are a
loved vessel.

Nimrod Oscar
Poems to self #2

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She is a 6 foot bag filled with all the reasons
why I need to give loving another chance
She is Christmas lights, over night gifts 🎁
wrapped in kiss me now cologne.....

@Nimrod Oscar

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I believe depression is another deity
the Roman’s forgot to write about.
I believe she is a lover like no other,
loyal till death do us apart,
I believe she wears 3 a.m to match
my attraction to dark clothes,
red lipstick to quench my thirst
for cutting, I believe self-harm
is the only way to get God’s attention.

“An ode to the depression deity”
Nimrod Oscar.

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Lately my existence feels like swallowing a glass of broken bottles & razor blades,while my emotions have me on a chokehold, breathing has become another house chore I hate doing. These feelings got my brain feeling like a hostage in its own body with my anxiety being the hostage negotiator. Depression got me playing cops and robbers, depression got me feeling like Osama bin laden with a vest on all I pray for is that I don't get trigger happy.

(Poem request- depression)
Nimrod Oscar

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I am tired of
romanticizing us
I am tired of bottling
these emotions
Keeping them on a leash
is nolonger a part time hobby,
it's my a 24/7 regret
dressed in all the things
I love about her
from her soft skin
to her ocean like eyes .

Extract from "Thing I wish I could tell her"
Nimrod Oscar

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I wanna love us till we smell like a perfect love portion I want to love you in a foreign language, my mother's warm hands, hugs tighter than needle hole, all I am saying is that this heart is more than capable of loving the both of us...

Parables of a lost poet.
Nimrod Oscar

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What if i never got the chance to make an audience out of your pink lips
Never had the guts to spill these words in black and white
Never got the chance to turn all this emotion's into something worth admiring. Never had the faith to turn all the scribbles into beautiful Poetry, all these words into something worth your presence would your eyes still find me worth looking at, would your lips find me worth kissing back.

"I am AvvA4aLLLL"
Nimrod Oscar

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Sometimes my spine
is a step shy away
from a conversation,
two letters short
from an I love you.

(Confessions of a poet)
Nimrod Oscar

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I remember the first time
a girl come up to me
and told me that she liked me
i was in second grade
I remember I cried and
almost vomited I guess
that was my body telling me
that it's not meant to be loved
by any one either than it's self.
I guess selflove is a sport I am still perfecting.

(Extract from I write in her name)
Nimrod Oscar

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I keep having conversation with myself trying to convince me that it's a miracle being this side of the ground trying not to kiss death like that she is not a lover, trying to convince pain that my skin can't love the both of us and that Lucifer is just another kid with daddy issues.

Nimrod Oscar

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