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niann smith Mar 2021
There is no such thing as a person.
There are only restrictions and limitations.
The total of these defines the person, you think you know yourself when you know what are.

But you never know who you are.
The person merely appears to be like space within the *** appears to have the shape and volume and smell of the ***.
See that you are not what you believe yourself to be.
Fight with all the strength at your disposal against the idea that you are not, refuse to think of yourself in terms of this or that.

There is no other way out of misery, which you have created for yourself through blind acceptance without investigation.
Suffering is a call for an inquiry, all pain needs investigation…
Don’t be too lazy to think!!
niann smith Mar 2021
You are unexplored, unusual, and terrifyingly beautiful.


There will be boys, who are going to promise you forever in song, in poetry, in words that are so ****** pretty they will be hard to resist.

Beautiful,strong,independent.
Forever, they sigh.
But their forevers come with hidden terms.
Until you start dreaming too much,
Talking too loud,
Kissing too strong and debating too heatedly.




It, not a girl like they will say, you’re hard to understand, they will rationalize, difficult for any man to put up with let alone love…




They are going to make you doubt yourself, beautiful.
And even then even when they have wronged you,
You will reach inside yourself to find the things they are looking for.


You will talk a little softer,
Argue less,
Dreamless,
Let him kiss you instead,

STOP!...
  Mar 2021 niann smith
Reverie Dawson
Daydreamer thinking this world is something it's not.
Standing on stairs made out of air, climbing higher and higher with his eyes closed and his hands behind his back.
With the dark drying up everywhere behind him.
His dreams brighten up this world that does not know it's black.
The daydreamer is fighting off this fog that is trying to tear his mind out from him and not even knowing.
Daydreamers battling with there eyes closed softly.
Trying to forget the ugliest days, and making the day blossom in their mind till the day is bright with a incomprehensible glow masking all the gray and loneliness.
The daydreamer holds on to the hope that everything will be alright someday.
Never dampening that hope, but feeds it with their Anticipation on what the future may bring.
Daydreamer is the only one when they close their eyes it's not dark, it's not dim, it's bright.
And not only seeing the light as an adventure and a reality, but also the dark.
niann smith Mar 2021
I am alone singing till I bleed

My throat raw, reflecting a need

The world is big, this water cold

Full of despair, I'm growing old

Salt and sadness and another year gone

I've eaten sunrise and devoured dawn

All but forgotten, I melt into midnight

Following stars, swallowing light

I never learned the language of love

The silence a push, my scream the shove

I wander and wait, the last of my kind

Bowed and beaten, my ending resigned
niann smith Mar 2021
Silhouette in smoke

Incense and amber

Soft and sensuous

The ache of spring--

Apple blossoms in

Outstretched palms

The lilac of sunset

A caress on a face

Upturned, the

Embrace of warm

Husky honey

Dripping from your lips
niann smith Mar 2021
my hamburger hands

teeth and nerves and

need to control, destroy

how pretty the pain

an exquisite sting, some

ephemeral relief, a swallowed

song suddenly shifted

split apart like atoms

the stars swim into stark

abyss, this ethereal silence

I swallow color just

to spit back into black holes
niann smith Mar 2021
"because the right people are timeless. the right people make you want to throw away the plans you originally had for one and follow.
timing is something that none of us can seem to get quite right with relationships
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