I need it right now
gotta get it somehow
I’ll swallow my pride and take a bow
I’ll even put my guns down
and raise the white flag in front of the crowd

. . .

because I miss it that much like a drug
without it the withdrawal signs are such a drag!
I wish I could stock a whole bunch of it in my school bag
Yeah, I’m talkin abt you, I dont care if you’ll brag!
There I said it, I miss your tight heartfelt hug!!

~Rk Nyra~



Chocking on a million words

Never told to this uncaring world

Picking up my broken parts

Pieces played like playing cards

Tossed around like flying darts

Caring for a dying heart

Thirsting for loving arms

Still remaining unloved. . .


Pacing up and down this road

I hear they call it “Love’s abode”

My feet have grown numb and cold

From all the walking in this zone

Growing faint from a weak’ning hope

Each time I knock on a door and hear “love’s not home”

Trying to get this love-lock code

Still remaining unloved. . .

Giving until it’s all ran out

Giving until I am without

Drained to the point of daily doubt

A lifeless life lurking about

Craving to hear love aloud

Wanting to scream, wanting to shout

But now too weak to let out a sound

Still remaining unloved. . .


Hold my hand, draw me nigh

Pull me close, hold me tight

Don’t let me go, even if I try to fight

Tell me you love me in your sight

Look at me square in the eye

Convince me that it’s not a lie

That until I die

I’ll not remain unloved.

~RK Nyra~


She visited again
in the dead of the night,

Just like good old times
when she would say “it’ll be alright”

Tonight was different
I was mesmerized

But my choking pillow knows
that I was petrified

Tonight she was darker
not my usual angel

she was a bit pale
somewhat emo n fickle

Tonight she didn’t help me unclench my pillow
nor hold me close to suck out my grief

She stared in silence; I looked back in fright,
Tonight I understood the ritual would be brief. . .

She had taught me well
in her many visits past

To listen to the voice in her eyes,
tonight they revealed her curse. . .

My pain was no longer her meal
she had changed her diet

Tonight it had overwhelmed her,
made her numb and quiet

Tonight I stretched out my arm
to welcome her own,

Tonight I took her role
and led her home

A haven we created
knowing well of this day

When my angel, now my goth
would come my way. . .

~RK Nyra~







Love knows no race
no gender, no creed
love’s not a passing phase
like being high on weed…

Love’s in the fresh air you take in
its in the arms of family a friend
African, American, Indian, Lebanese
love’s e’rywhere, it knows no end…

Like you can’t stop the sun from rising
love’s a force of nature; it’s supernatural
the rain’ll keep pouring, the rainbow shining
so will love keep living; it’s unstoppable…

Like an electric jolt
you can’t put love on pause
love is no one’s fault
love is nature’s course!

~Rk Nyra ~



I used to “ah” and “aw”

at things I’d never seen before..

Used to lack even little words

for what I’d never heard..


Oh now!!…

My heart bears fangs of love

for the rejects from above..

My mind orchestrates the obscenities

that you crave for in your fantasies..

My hands trespass the territories

that cause you yucky ‘belly-worries’..

“Breaking-Boundaries” is my latest pledge

I love this life on the edge!!

A gasp!? Are you shocked!?

Aren’t you now able to talk!?..

I bet you feel some anger-burn and blazing hate too!..

You’re SO predictable!: I expected you to!!..

Don’t you dare blame the “Lack of Innocence” on me!!..

When you’re the very one who made me what you see!!..

I’m not your little angel, n0T anymore!!..

But the beast YOU sculpted from my gore!!…

I wanna hate you with all my gut…

But you’re way too deep into my heart!!


© Rk Nyra.


Twas a lovely walk in the moonlight

She held my hand in an assuring tight

We showed the world of our love

Our beautiful blessing from above

The sweet sparkle in her eyes

And the beautiful brilliance of her smiles

Assured me of less fears and more laughter

And even an illusion of a happy-ever-after

She swept me away with her words

And took me away to her world

Lured me in as the Pied Piper would

Oh how I danced along to her seductive tune. . .

Her world is one full of spontaneity

But sometimes has annoying ambiguity

Her bliss took me to a euphoric high

And I became too blind to her every lie

My adrenaline was now bubbling under and over

Blood hot-and-rushing like volcanic lava

My heart, for her, was now beating way too fast

I opened it to her; freed it from its past plaster cast

I was now addicted to her like a junkie to a sick sport

Better yet; she had turned into my very life support!

She learnt of my weakness in and turned into a monster

I was her little weakling; and she my mad master

Too many tubes up into my system

My heart being her number one victim

She watched me as the monitor kept beeping

My life in her hands; and I heavily breathing

I pleaded for mercy as I began to gag

For my mad master had pulled the plug!!

Everything began to slow down

And for a moment, I went to ghost town

Awkward as it may sound

I dare say it out loud

I saw a bright light and it called out my name

Saying “Nyra dear, it’s not yet your time”

Petrified yet at peace

Confused yet at ease

I listened to that mellifluous voice

And trusted its word of advice

That’s when hope reminded me that I wasn’t alone

And love said that I’d not fight on my own

Despair faded at the sight of hope

And fear fled when love said I could cope

Loud sirens and shocks brought me back

I had lived through another heart attack!

~RK Nyra~