A Creative Process
Paint in my brush, I stroke
Water down the drain, I drip
I dip my brush in phthalo seas
Ease of the wrist
I dip the tip once again
Crimson tides when skin deep
Drying paint I wipe my cheek
Meekly brush my face I weep
Tears shades of cobalt I drew
Blue hues of fears I keep
She only chose the colors she knew
And for those others, she knew one day she'd choose
Portraits of faces once forgotten
Landscapes of places so familiar
Been there once before
But no one can remember anymore
Fine tipped brush strokes
Broken pencils and chipped chalk
Warm silk pastels shades of golden bliss
Lost in the domains of creativeness
How many hours have past
I have made my time last
Hands plastered with brilliant elements
Evidence of a true artistic blast
Nina Taubes
2019 Published in Fordham University's Literary Magazine, The Ampersand
A Vision of Colorado
Here I am
In this bed
Looking out the window
I see tall pine trees
Mountains with snowy peaks
Icy air that shows when you speak
It's a calming chill
A meditative state, a solitary feel
Bone-chilling and brain freezes
Time slows down ceasing to exist
I am here
But I am not
Nina Taubes
Nishikigoi
I am like a Koi
A colorful carp pushing against currents
Strong enough to swim against struggles
Or give in to the fight and let defeat make you humbled
But I will, one day, make it to the waterfall
And like a dragon, I will be the most golden of them all
Nina Taubes
Time Apart
“i need to take some time
away from you
Recently,
i haven’t been the person
that (i thought) i wanted to
i’ve been distracted
i think…
Drowning! i’m sinking
but you never acted on it
would you ever?
Even if i asked for it?
Seems like
i can’t depend on you these days
i’ve been
counting the times you’ve let me down
i’ve seem to have lost count now
i’ve lost trust in you
and i never wanted to
but you’ve left me no choice
i can’t listen to you
voicing hurtful opinions of me
or making destructive decisions
for me
that’s why we should break up
at least for now
and
for a little while
but i’ll be waiting for the day
when instead of consuming me
like you have done back then
you make me whole
once again.”
She got it out and she was done.
The message was received, that’s all she had to say.
Then she turned from her mirror
and went on her way.
​
To: the ego
From: me and my sanity
​
Nina Taubes
Loving You
Your love
Is my love
Us
We love
Until
There is none
Your love
Makes my mind run
To you
Away from
Marathons
And in circles
But my heart is calm
Maybe my mind is wrong
Loving you
Is like
Comfort from the sun
Warm and bright
Protects from the night
But
It comes with danger
Blinding light
Can no longer see the issues
Problems are just a whisper
Like a gun
Your love
Cold like metal
Lethal
Bullets filled with hate
And gunpowder
I’ve been shot too many times
By you
and your love
Patience growing thinner
Damage getting bigger
I need to save me
before your love tames me
and takes me
This time
I pulled the trigger
And you fell
to your knees
You didn’t even plea
Nina Taubes
2018 Published in Fordham University's Literary Magazine, The Ampersand
The Space Between
She's been trying to get some space
Space from herself
Space from someone else
Been getting a new perspective
Or at least trying to
Reflective of the self
Feeling introspective
Trying to get a new view of the world
Try to reinterpret everything she's heard
But always keeping a certain distance from her words
And no one really understands what she means
Because she leaves that space in between
Nina Taubes
Passengers
We are all passengers
In the same train, on the same plane
Going the same way
But leaving in different directions
Looking at each other's reflections through windows
But making no conversation
We are all passengers
We are all strangers
But it's true
That we are all human
We are all different but we are the same
I feel pain the same as you
We both feel love too
Don't know what makes you, you
You don't know what I've gone through
But truth is
Life's ruthless
Life is Beautiful
Unexpected
Full of lovers and sinners
We may be different
But we're all brothers and sisters
On this trip
We are all passengers
Nina Taubes