pooh

she gave me a piece of her childhood
and helped me find mine
connected to that piece
a simple gift, with a red shirt
the 'uncarved block'

she gave me the space to listen to myself
and i welcomed her
she gave me the freedom to just be
and i took it

she gave me the flexibility to fulfill my needs
because they are just mine
she gave me the time
all i've ever wanted was just enough

she gave me what i was asking for
which is all exactly what i needed
she gave me the peace to sit with myself
a task i rarely allow myself to do

so i sit
listening
to just her
the little one i've ignored for too long

the only one that has all of my answers
and knows that all i really want is to 
just sit, for this moment.

~Reading the TAO OF POOH by Benjamin Hoff just may change your life...

stay

Sydney- ©CNirvana

And I dance with this devil on my back

Spinning and swirling to release

I'm back in this hole that seems to fit

With this overwhelming resonance that I can't fight

I wish my mind were as simple as his

I wish this, that surrounds me wouldn't swallow 

I wish and I wish and then I stop spinning

This city has a piece of me

Not necessarily kept, but specifically held

With the disjointed style of inconsistency...

It must be a new driver

Heavy on the brakes 

And not aware of the broken ride created by inconsistently pausing 

With no reason and backwards rhyme 

I don't know how else to say I miss you

You'll ignore me til I'm gone 

But ill always feel you

In that place I told you would always stay

its never goodbye

i miss the way your words excite me

the sound of your voice, the nice one

the pedestal I sat you on 

caught fire

i hope I didn't burn you

but really it's only fair

i know i should write more 

and that's why I miss NY

the subway inspires great things 

and numbs them all the same

i know you'll never die

maybe we will see you on the beach next to ours

where I sit wondering if too little is too late

disturbia,

the word that reminds me of you

and this beat is stuck 

in the depths of my spine

because I will never remember

the first song we danced to...

captive audience

Anastacia- the siren

she elicits these songbirds that sing with the gift of god
voices like the angels 
who whispered softly in her dreams

they sit and watch 
as she purrs with the magic that she is
rise and stand
they willing accept her sermon

and gently, she taps these chords
every vibration hit just so right
and they sit, watch, and become
what she intends that they are meant to be

which way

©CNirvana

CH Harvey

i keep myself up

past the last stroke on the broken clock

wondering when is too late really

listening to the ticking

never seems to get easier 

with the dawn of twilight fading

and I wait

frustrated and disappointed

willing this mind to change

something will change

waiting for the next shoe to fall

paired sideways with the last

crumpled bits of paper scatter the floor

my aptitude of deceiver and deception

fall short of my skillful wallow

lying to the only one that really matters

somewhere the map got flipped upside down
torn corners, matching torn discoveries

lost again, with no way of my own

listen

© CNirvana

the lovely Anastacia

I used to wear these shoes 

that never quite fit

wore them with vigor til the soles

fell out

I used to wear this necklace

the one with the unicorn

that I quickly grew out of

but could never let go of

A token

Gift

memory held of a lifetime

that I can't forget

regardless of the pool

I drown in

swimming, as I do

over hearing misheard conversations

watching words disconnect in the 

swirling of dissonant white noise

she spoke too loudly

so he wouldn't listen

but the conversation remained

the same

not forgotten

© CNirvana

models: a raw muse and self

he's like this song

with the lyrics that just wont stick

but this melody stays with me, always

he looked at me that day

in the only way he could

and said he hoped we could still be friends

then I held my breath

waiting 15 seconds til

i realized my favorite color is no longer blue

there's always that little thing

under the tree

where the roots can't grow

and when the weather is too cold

and I realize I've lost my sweater

I'll always remember NY

maybe sometime

© CNirvana

model: Liilii 

he only answers when it doesn't ring 
pretending that she doesn't see 
this awkward sideways glance,

and still she stares with 
open eyes, watching

he uses his hands when he talks too much

one more stop, til my goodnight

and still wearing home the boots from Bergen street

his  chain hangs around his neck

like the golden cross
pinned tightly to that perfect spot

but still it has no story 

with this back and forth

crossed smiling faces

seemingly stable, yet never the same

with this change
jingling in my pocket
realizing that the noise comforts me
and feeling the warmth
against my palm in my pocket

i finally found what i've been looking for

in the woods

electric forest 2012

these shredded blades of grass seem sharper in the dark

walking towards the endless light

with no visibility in sight

it glows

in the distance with 

this magical reverb off the trees

keep walking

to the point 

where they all disappear

past the paper diamonds

and brightly colored flags

past the wall of trees

where no one seems to go

...but everyone ends up

in to the woods 

where the shadows get longer and

the stories disappear

i miss my memories 

when it was all succinct 

and sweetly tied

just kiss me

nedah 

© CNirvana 

it's orange glow hangs overhead

like the ornaments on last years

christmas tree

gentle in its timid light

but powerfully poignant 

all the same

the flip side of it's orange sunshine

and resonate of all that it can hold 

you see it, but does it feel the same?

magically immense in perfect magnitude

we fly into its guiding light 

and i forget that you've already lost you

still hiding hope for that moment 

when your release is really yours

and all that you want is all that you own

my breath stays mine til you make it so

and as the reflections fade

i forget where we started

white noise disappears on deaf ears 

when you heard me it was true 

and now, this microphone goes silent