Category Archives: My Poetry
Rhyme Therapy. – Nina
Just writing shit. Passing time. Outlashing rhyme.
Is Concrete freedom? Completely completing me?
I feel like I’m depleting…
Too much time… so here I rhyme.
I got a good girl, good world. I’m in love.
Word therapy; it’s scaring me cause words release and reveal disparity.
The repressed stress that impales my chest… I’ll just…let the rest of my rhymes set sail.
Every day listening to the rain, it washes pain away.
I want to get up, but it looks like imma do it on a later day.
Now: Trynna bail… out….I fell off.. or fell out… I feel like I’m doing nothing when I’m
sitting here alone with my own”self.”…
I’m too used to street tops / we walked the block in reboks / more miles than Enoch /
up n down like seasaws
…then hop trains to the seashore. Drink more. I need more,
Fuck, I bleed for freedom like firey Vietnam napalm.
I’m going awal.
God Damn I seen it all… and it drove me up the walls….
No sentiment to what I representing in this moment.
Alone, Heckle myself. Jeckle?
Fuck it, Hyde… but wise with pretty eyes.
Tea . A Zen Story; rewritten by Nina Yin / Goodnightnina.
A Buddhist monk who studied and meditated on the teachings of Buddha for over a decade wanted to speak with an enlightened one who dwelled alone in a small temple high in the mountains. He prepared…
Source: Tea . A Zen Story; rewritten by Nina Yin / Goodnightnina.
Over a fucking^^ rainbow, ;) – Nina
A glorified boring story… Spilled guts of glory, implored instored deph percept the gore; me. Slips my toung, crack the drumb; dumb deaf blind and I drank myself knum’>Wake up your your teeth in my fist n creep through the myst. Out the traintunnel better detained cuz im bustin uptempo currupt abrubt and strange* somehow remain humble? Assertained a few nasty lacerations; theres more pride n that than a facelift. ^.^ Hustle like anything else, son you a little stress. sum to get off ya chess?
Shit.
Checkmate and a big chain. Switch blades hop on the trains n dipped day’zed.
-Nina-
Guiding light. – Nina
Sedative poetry for meditating
Allow its resignating
In your psyche’
Designed effects: deep breaths n closing eyelids
It’s you and I
Mellow your senses, light candles or incences
Again; return to the breath and remain centred
Clear your mind, it’s only your breath
Vision a bright light, now concentrate on its depth
Breathing like calming ocean tides
These spoken rhymes a guide
To relax or open minds
Sending you to your to splendor
Which is… whatever you desire.
Nina
The Blueprint – Nina
The pen slowly glides along the paper, it completes the secular void of lines. It creates the books inner dreams and inhibitions. It defines the purpose and life of the creator.
My journal: my harness of inner energy and means of self justification. I use it to control my past, present and future; it acts as a portal to my hopes dreams and fantasies.
Even to me I am unclear of whom I am and what I will become, so it’s important to create:
The Blueprint***
Nina Yin Vestergaard
Lil Rhyme Poetry – Nina
Inspite of my risked flight heres some insight to my intwined mind designed to inspire
Nothing required; building from a comforting nothingness to be blunt ignorance is bliss and just oh so comforting
But no views distorted, as far as I’ve seen or noticed. Visionary mind state I escalate and remain focussed
The persuit of happiness is on track mathmatically; tapping into my potential of a well that fills and distills drastically
Conform to no norms, I’m in no way shape or form a part of a swarm a touch comforting warmth
I like runways of sunrays that come blaze the concrete Im amazed at the phases Ive been through I’m feeling complete
My girl and I build together; nothing ever felt so real, Im feeling the future will help us keep it here n still always will just be together
Nina
The Inner Child by Nina Yin
In a sense I am lost; feeling childlike in constant exploring of earth and oneself. I am, in a sense found; by my morality with love…and with compassion… I find myself restless in time, for time is complex. The mind cannot comprehend time nor comprehend anything in completeness. The Tao of existence unwordable, incomprehensible…
We are not all knowing beings but the fabric of existence has underlying comfort whether it is productive or not. Even terrible mistakes create great lessons. The child knows love most, your inner child craves it.
Life is complex in a mathematical sense but extremely simple in the aspect of conscious thought.
That being all that we have.
I trust this universe more than I trust myself. I say this in a sense that I do not feel in control, but the rain outside my window… it is bringing life to the earth; as is the…
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Passion; one way or another. – Nina
Instead of bullshitting I’m going to tell you… Of my passions for danger; they always have been there and always will ignite my soul. I’ve done things and seen things and been places and although left with some regrets… Although the regrets run deep…
I can’t ignore this burning desire for the unknown intertwined darkness; it always ascends on my life one day; in one way way or another.
What is it this time Nina?
Riding Rhyming; The Bus Sun Rise -Nina
Jotting rhymes / On the bus; Its a good vibe
Good ride 🙂
The hundred to my girlys / JusssChillin’
Nothin’ but the Sunshine
Cascades my eyes
Kendrick in my headphones / Off probation in 2 months
Aww hell no
No more court cases / No conditions / no red zones 😉
Art for charity; clarity
Krylon in my leather purse for the letter work…
For what it’s worth
I write with the eyes of Buddha watching over
N Somehow… / Ive Gotten sober in this crazy world
Ive lost a lot of friends n that…
But we all need ends n that…
For all the people in the world that helped me
I hope that I can get you back. 🙂
Peace.
Nina
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