All posts by goodnightnina

Transgender Artist and Producer Vancouver Canada Ninavestergaard26@gmail.com http://www.youtube.com/innashademusic http://www.ninayinartcollection.WordPress.com My name is Nina Yin Vestergaard / Nina Shade , 27 year old transgender female from Vancouver Canada. Currently doing art / studying full time. I try to indulge in as many art forms as possible. Connect with me!

Hanging over an edge

The hammer bounced off of my skull

The world rings like a bell around me

I’m still conscious but I can’t breath

My lover holds me; she loves me

She brings me up and out

Slowly but surely the ringing fades

The bell hammer has left me scarred

I cry; shake and my world trembles

Crying for help but I was answered

She reminds me that im still here

And I am safe; is she an angel

Yes she is. My angel who understands

Pain and sorrow

As we persue happiness

In a mad mad world…

Life has led me to many places… Although I don’t mean I wander the globe. These places are spiritual and inside me. One day I’m here n the next I’m gone. I walk through heaven and hell and everywhere in between. How have I found joy in this pain?

To construct ones mind in rhyme

A deadly sublime: mighty pen

Dripping sword in my soul

Swallowed whole

Into my own depths

Fuck these sobering thoughts

I thought I could walk

Even crawl; I can not

I lay in this yin yang

Blue as the ocean

Hoping n wishing

Finding peace again

Just jot. Ink blot

Happiness like the water does trickle

Or pour down in storms

Whether adored or ignored I’m sure

Laughing uncontrollably

Static electricity through me

And mines

Familia sweet lemon lime sensimilia

Obviously abstract but I know

You don’t need to

Every homeless person I meet

Here’s my number; I’ll feed you

Anyways I’m going to push on

through

Whatever you do; that’s on you

I’m on one

But raising our seeds is on two

Brain-dead

The b girl t girl it’s me world

Dancing n Stompin on leprechauns

Graff writer, the morning apple biter

Squattathon apple bottom horizontal

Leg lifts n vegan dish, Splishy splash

Free as a bird with the fish. eez

Bish please;

People come n go like the train

I run with my wife n son in the rain

Never in vain; kinda broke

Stains on my shirt;

I don’t complain, sip n trip

Go to the skatepark n rip

a concrete wave.

April showers. May flowers.

The rain pours in the pitch black night

The rain always makes me feel alive

My mind rejoices in its presence

Releases endorphins

And creativity flows more naturally

The calming effect; I can take my time

Unwinding as I write for I had just awoke from a mild nightmare…

The rain is warm flowing in from the south pacific

Soon the sun will rise in the east

Barely making it through the rain clouds

My lover will be awake and we will grow abother day

I suppose Ive had a head start and I dive into my writing

Rain pouring out my windows and seeping

And searching through all the dark cracks of the city.

It finds me

In good spirits

Save

I miss you.

Abbot street; an old opium den. The Sun Ah hotel.

The elevator shaft once brought up. the heroin.

Now your blankets and trash are discarded in the rusted abyss.

The distinct smell of crack and meth house mixed with cigarettes, mold and bed bug spray.

Yet when times were rough indeed we still strived to achieve our dreams through tears and fears and thick and thin.

I watched over you and you watched over me. I miss you dearly J bird; rest in peace.

I’ll meet you in a ghetto in the sky and we’ll put a studio in our trap.

Vegan mango fruit juices and topical tropical psychedelic ganja.

I promise you I’m doing good down here and thinking of you my friend.

For me it’s almost like there’s no one left and I can’t wait to see you instead.

We can view the memoirs of our lives mixed and mastered plastered onto the sands of time.

Where do Angels go when they die? I hope to see you again; in the ghetto in the sky.

To JBIRD

LOVE NINA