Get up, get up, get up and get it.
Gotta survive, Exercise.
Got nuff foods, ital moods.
Good morning rub my eyes. Again I rise.
I woke up next to two beautiful girls.
Then I walk the block.
Praise the most high; beautiful skies.
Om Numah Shivaya.
Still I rise. Still I write.
5 am in North Vancouver, British Columbia
Clouds in the sky. July 5th 2025
I sit at the computer with a coffee as I did 10 years ago when this blog began. This time I’m not homeless using the Starbucks wifi. I paid my internet bill yesterday. Its weird because I remember those days like it was yesterday. As hard as some days were, I was queen of the Yukon Shelter for quite some time. Thank you Yukon for giving me a place to sleep. A place to collect myself and get back on my feet. And thank you to MPA Society for all of your help since way back when I was a volunteer.
Thanks to all my supports from shelters to charities to doctors and my own families; I’m holding it down like a success story for addiction, I pray I can continue on; striving for my own liberation.
Things are definitely different now. But I always have to remind myself how this all began. And give thanks. That’s all.
-Nina
Let my words saturate the net
The wet web never forgets
I build this manifesto
I build this legacy
Page by page
My page is an entity
Her guests on wordpress suppress the wild emotion
When I’m done on here It’ll be as deep as the ocean
Poetic prophesize wild eyes asasination
Somehow slippin by slap on wrist given probation
Free mind at last alas 3 years sobriety is like a vengeance
Powerful poetry resembles a grand entrance
The devil ran his fingers down my spine…
Whispering “Don’t you want to play like we used to baby”?
He sits beside me and pours me a glass of champagne
Sparkling in the candle light…
The drink seems to whisper as well,
And like a dream I lose focus.
Staring at this omen to my past.
“Can’t we return”? Says the Devil.
His fingers running down my spine…
And I remember…
As the champagne dances before me
Seduction has always been his art
Falling in love with the Devil
While he slowly tears my life apart.
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