
Monthly Archives: November 2016
She can’t give up…

She won’t …
Beaten as the path we all walk till our deaths
Beaten bruised tattered and torn
Yet…
She is the fiery storm;
The fiery storm she fears the more than anything
Yet she won’t give up
She walks… and walks…
Alone in solitude
She veils herself like an ancient goddess
Hidden amongst shadows
Why wouldn’t she be?
On planet corrupted with dark clouds?
One must be protected but
The rain pours and drips down…
Alone, cold, damp and dark
Reflections of it all beaming upward
At her face looking sadly down
Dreary gloom…
Her feet place upon them;
Cascading the lights and reflective glow
Lights of dreams always forever flicker and move amongst the rain
She keeps walking
She has to go…
The wake of her forgotten smile is somewhere
So she searches for it
Until time ceases to exist
She can’t give up.
She won’t…
Walking on the beaten path we all walk
Till death.
-Nina
<3 Jeff Spec feat NaRai – Stop <3
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My old balcony was something…. Beautiful Downtown Vancouver Skyline Sunset in HD
GoodnightNina – Who knew? Transitioning ; Slam Poetry
I was always picked last in sports, I laugh at being picked last
because they saw past what I could; not even…
Recognise in the first place, never did I see first place in sports
But I took up a new gender like sports, wait…
Lets reverse pace; I was picked last because perhaps
They knew before I knew I knew I was a girl, I knew I was a girl?
Did I twirl? Was that the give-away?
I remember once I was told I look like one. Twelve; Dumbfounded
Delve into childhood, Perhaps That was the time I began to find myself…
I’m not sure… What I am sure of,
Is I can never be sure of damn near anything
Other than my decision to transition, that meant everything.
It wasn’t hard to transition at all.
It was hard to pretend to be a man like fraud (((guilty as charged))) 🙂 !!
-Pause-
Serious shit…
I feel complete sorrow, for all those that can’t transition tomorrow
This god damn world, I’m lucky as fuck.
Its called hormone replacement therapy;
And it worked wonders for my clarity
Anyone against transgender rights can spare me
“Beware the”
Powers of hatred in the world
Us girls got it hard sometimes; That scares me
Ive survived a lot
Extremely thankful, to be doing different things for a bankroll
Write a little rhyme thats tasteful.
Thank God….
-Nina
<3 GoodnightNina – "Love Poetry" <3 (Dedicated to LC)
Break from poetry back to art day one: A portrait of a young Buddha.
My girlfriend found a big shelf in the alley months ago and looked at me. “Nina you should draw something on this”.
Why not? – I thought; recycled art is right up my alley. My mom had requested that I paint her a portrait of Buddha for her recently purchased home.
I had forgotten this massive shelf awaiting for me in the closet until a few days ago when I decided that ITS RETURN OF THE ARTS. And… I decided to do a speed painting.
Paint your subject as fast as you possibly can! This was the result of my speed painting and although it is far too large for my mother’s liking. Buddha can watch over me from his shrine in my living room.
I love what I created.
🙂
Nina
Main Source – Breaking Atoms

The Invisible Tears
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