....And Niah's Story Begins in 3...2..!!!!!


Welcome! I hear blogging is therapeutic so I've decided to give it a shot! Please bear with me as I figure out how to work everything. This is my way of evolving and letting go all of the pain that has affected me for so long. I've decided to divide this blog into three parts: The Diary, The Truth, and The Journey. I hope this blogs helps someone as much as it helps me. Thanks for the support and enjoy!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

I don't know where my soul is...I don't know where my home is...

The Truth: Quote of the Day

“The desire to reach for the stars is ambitious. The desire to reach hearts is wise.”
- Maya Angelou

The Diary: Heaven (Part 1)

I always heard that heaven was in the sky
Up high, up high...maybe where the eagles fly
Or even higher, past mars and the stars 
I can't even see


A concept unimaginable by a sinner like me...
A concept that can't exceed my fear of flight...
A concept I try to decipher in the night...


I can't find heaven, it's become encrypted like a code
Encrypted and lost, in a sinner's soul
Filled to the brim with the blood, sex, and money of my generation
Filled and it runneth over with lies and deceit of a sinner's nation


I can't find heaven no more
I lost the ancient map that God gave us long ago
Did it ever even exist?
In this world I don't know...


Is heaven what makes the sex good?
The money green?
The liquor mean? 
Is heaven that feeling when I wind my body to the beat of the song?
When my body says it's right....


And when my heart thinks it's right....or wait....is it wrong?




~Yours Truly, Miss Niah

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Boom! Boom! Boom! Even Brighter Than The Moon...

The Truth: Quote of the Day

“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!”
― Maya Angelou

The Diary: Do You Remember Me?

Do you remember me?
It's a question I ask quite frequently If you answer yes, don't be surprised...by the look in my eyes because I can't believe you recognize someone 
who can't even see or remember herself...
who got lost in the mirror and refused help 
who got lost in the darkness and its depth

Do you remember me?
or perhaps you only remember the things I've done
 the things I've said...
or the mistakes I run from...
"Hey Niah, remember that time...."'
Nah, I can't, because when my past comes lurking
it's in the darkness I hide
it's in the light that I cry
and in the grey I wade in infected pride

Do you remember me?
What do you see?
The Sinner?
The Saint?
The Whore?
The Haint?

Please forgive me...
I forget which picture I paint 
which memories I arranged
...and all of the change-ups

Do you remember me?

Or is it all of your judgments that you see?






~Yours Truly, Miss Niah