Somethin Quick...

Misery keeps grabbin me
I would smile
but my insides won't gather the mentality
All of my beliefs have gone
Once believed are ripped and blown
Not a tear. . .
Eyes stay drier than the Sahara
. .Inside I'm breakin down
an effortless battle leaves me defeated by my own shadow
I no longer long. . .
for Shit!
Don't give a Fuck about things anymore
My Heart, mind and body is sore
yet I drag along life
lift and press my feet against the cold floor
"You gotta treat life like an elevator"
The only problem is that mine's been like a broken esculator
. . . .depressed "Now or later"
What the Fuck is Love??
What the Fuck is Hope?
..off my tounge none of these words were ever spoke
and never will
no longer an existence. . .
I guess I'll sit and ...chill....

... Ok....

I'm tamin myself
trainin myself
. . .I'm filled with the light that propelled me the first time
the first stroke of the pen on the first line
Man. . (laughs)
Where the Fuck have I been?
A slight grin
Nizzy's back at it again
Still on my Tupac shit
Written words keep my mind cocked
locked and loaded
Misery no longer hinders my ability
Probally the reason why all these readers is Feelin me...

..Humor in my Sense...

Random stupidity
Bought a chin chilla jacket
then hacked into to somebodies computer to find something to match it
I'm always on the verge of cursin
that's why I'm so damn nervous
steady preventin my middle finger from curvin
Swervin on these mergers
Ink . . splash . . quickly
Word. . . dot . . dash
Everything goes quickly
A grape Arizona
keeps my mind forward
carryin a concealable sterotype
whole area's unaware of my nefarious type mind
just ond drop would burn through a block quick
so just imagine if I just spit out some sick shit . . . .

Nizzy'

Been away for a min.....alright......

...Ok......

Yo........

If you pictured me as a Pitcher i'm a glass half empty

Thoughts resigned inside of my heart

These words forever tempt me

A poet in the flesh

But a slave of my own self.....

I choose to bound myself

Why all this fuckin depression? ...

pause........

almost had a mind block...

tongue slipped before my mouth locked

....how do i end this...

the same way that i started this

endless....

i dont think it ever will....

... How this shit is formed...compressed into worDs...

What's my process?

A slick line rested on each line carefully

Ever so delicately I stretch my limits

handsfree like telepathy

A prognosticator

See myself a couple steps ahead

Though I'm still holdin this pen

Open to whatever seeps through me

Open my mouth and leave nothing but quotes

Whether this ink dries

none of this was spoke

A spake in the page

my anger and rage speed up my process

sloppily letters tumble

My next thought keeps me goin

Ideas seem to be cleared without me knowing

Closed Circuit mind

Carefully watched by surveillance

Though my eyes stay closed

slowed down with the pen

. . . end of my process

no title...

Everybody loves Nizzy
I leave a lasting imprint on whoever I touch
My prescence is my gift
I'm so warm-blooded
but my coolness is a must
Love is my first language
I hold refuge everyone endearing
A simple laugh recharges my reason
Though I distribute freely
My understanding is that these too have wings
. . .Ok
no sadness still
My back turns
Leaving my lasting impression

...? ...

Where do I start
Restart my pace
Familiar Faces
Rearrange my persistance
as I assist my existence
Everlasting Consistency
...................

...My Capability...

Black skies
the stars shine bright when they pass me
My Flourescent mentality
Reality keep me justified
Adjusted my eyes to the sky above
Wishin upon a halo
I'm concentrated
Potential energy is manifested
I get nicer by the swift of a pen
Diggin deeper into this mind
Rewindin the clocks
Manually turnin back the hands of time
Back Before Nizzy was alive
Way before the fire burned and etched in my tounge
Dragons spit fire
My last written words'll get you numb


...Nizzy is my Venom...

. . .Just how I feel. . .

If I spoke these words
my lungs would crack and collapse
I perfer to bleed deep
Black Ink
Seep into my Genius
Characteristic is monumental
Close ya eyes and be sentenced to sentimentals
Lyrically splittin each line on this page
I'm a Fable of a feeble mind
Things rush through me
I see my thoughts
My letters are like penicillin
I may not need
But I'm eager to heed the reasons
to Breathe easy
Readin this piece
rememberin to speak Easily. . .

..damn near seductinve..

Lips that powerful...
damn near seductive
Kissed the lips of an angel
Shit. .I'd trade my trade my halo in for more
With nothin but lint in my pockets
I'll never stop till my fingers interlock around your waste
. . .The taste of those lips put me in an awkward position
Dazed!
Spiralin out of control till i regain my senses
Did I forget to mention
Thinkin of the way ya
eyes, body glistened
Gave me a starting sentence
You're my inspiration

. . .

I wanna be the illest
Give me a pen and I'll show you my seriousness
A flame ignites when i let the ink go
I don't let go
I see nothing but these black letters
Featherweights couldn't fuck wit my potential
Foreworded sentences don't exist
Freestylin is all I know
Verbally. .
Not the least
Peace only exist to me
when I eagerly need to release
Lost words puncture me

...There comes a time...

There comes a time in every woman's lifre whre that one man appears in their life. . . shows them how they should be treated. . . Upgrade her from a Princess to a Queen . . . look into her eyes and share the same dream. . . Tells you that he wants you. . . ya prescence ya smile is all eh desire. . . feels ya heartbeat cuz he knows ya soul is tired. . . holdin ya body like the sculpture of the perfect mold. . . leaving nothing but my prescence when u alone. . . your mind screamin. . body feenin you reachin for the phone........

? ? ?(My First Post.....the BeGiNning?)

Pen touches paper

Mind explodes with variations

Sensations in my brain never contain me

My heart transforms into a pen as I bleed down on this paper

Every and Anything held up gets released

Peace to my Mind, Body and Soul

My whole exixtence is explained as I speak to you

Listen to my Heartbeat

Love, lost and pain are my channels

My heart beats faster and faster with every turn

I yearn for the prescence

The essence of which I love

. . . then lost

I toss and turn but end up in the same spot

"Song cry's" and "If I's" are in my playlist

What about you?

. . .more about me. . . .

so with the same glee that I see on this TV of me

Sitcoms of empty scars and broken hearts

I sit back. . .

One click can free me