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My Poetry, Poetry

Moon Awakens – Nina

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Saturated in good vibes, yesterday melts away

Present moment omen sewed a postponed bonus

Actualization in full effect, makes time stretch, I rest

Truths of the now* powerful calibrating a tower of intangible

Can’t describe my serenity entity sentimentaly words gently

 

Caress me.

 

Nothing artificial, soaked in the most prolific mysticals

Auto-systematic-addict-to-creating-magic-static-electric spark* 100% Absinthe

Feeling luminous.

Feeling rearranged.

Reborn.

My clothes well worn-n-torn I’m well cultured in my own self substance.

The communicator of artistic lunar change,

the moon awakens.

 

-Nina

 

 

Love, My Poetry, Poetry

Take you to your dreams. To: LC . – Love Nina

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Kiss me deeply, like the first embrace

Intertwine; with my fingers running down your spine

Grace your ears while I run down your hair

Staring deep in your eyes, the most beautiful glare

Release my soul unto you, I hope it comforts you

Comfort like my grip on your hips,

Like my caress of your back

My lips on your neck

Just relax…

We; together is naturally serene,
Nothing in this world is between,
Close your eyes,
Im going to take you to your sweetest dreams,
Your never going to wake up,
As long as your with me…
About me, My Poetry, Poetry

I’m that butterfly – Poetry reading by Nina Yin

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Butterfly….

 

I’m that butterfly;

 

I’m that beautiful butterfly.

Pink, purple,

yellow and black.

 

I’m that butterfly you can’t catch,

just watch in awe.

Fluttering into nothingness.

I’m that butterfly whom rises from earth.

 

Into the sky; rising rebirth.

 

-Nina

Hip Hop, My Poetry, Poetry

Untitled – Nina

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Stopped for a moment, your pause awaits response.

I reply simply a clause initially flawed; you gaze in awe.

I have guideline on my timeline refined rhymes that define: I

Raps attached to gun toting n exploding that are of a frozen stat.

Love infinite; dismissed diminishing oblivious differences.

Opposing that.

I break the chains of the vicious cycle malicious carnivorous.

Do you have a moment to change fate? My pen n pad a gateway….

Man-made, stake-claims, fake-gains of “dollar bills”.

You got to.

“main-tain”.

 

Right.

-Nina

 

 

Buddhism, My Poetry, Poetry, Zen

Zen Poetry: The trouble is. – Nina

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I was fine with the struggle but the trouble is…

“The struggle is,”.
Beautiful the struggle is…
But painful, the words mustering.

It’s said life is suffering.
I attempt to uproot But the trouble is; the suffering.
“Has deep roots “.
I must attempt to uncover this…

Where did all begin? I’m wondering…
The trouble is, wondering the suffering roots is;
“uncomforting…”.

Meditating on uncomforting subjectives, suffering and
All of a sudden I find nothingness*
Even the monk searches by searching “nothingness,”.

The trouble is…

My Poetry, Poetry

Transcending Dawn -Nina

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I try to keep normality absent. / As if I could mask it.
Transcend gender / transgender madd Kidd.
A retired liar /open book on fire;
Trying to inspire….
Jumping fences / caught on hooks and wire.
I can envision a promise land.
Tearing my clothes, Expose myself, / Dawn at hand.
Embrace the fate over the broken gate. / Even amidst the hundreds of broken promises.
I envision this grace / and the sacred place awaits.
We here now….
I bring my twin with me; polarity / solar ascend from our anatomy.
2 spirited 2 spirits 2 spearheaded /to a new birth of clarity.
Syncopated vibrations / soaring auras.
Space time gravitating towards us.
The sentiment unprecedent /We are auroras borealus.
More than God can handle.
More than the laws of nature.
Finally enter the state /open the gate
cause fate awaits us.

Nina

Love, My Poetry, Poetry

You and I; The Intimate Twins. Poetry reading. To: My Love.

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You and I.

Are perfect….

Twins

Obserd but sounds good to my soul to hear it, maybe the word fits.

It can be easily explained but our complexity is vast.

I love you, I don’t want you to worry about anything,

Anything you need, just ask.

……

We grew together, naturally and happily.

My muse, sappilly, I’m enjoying your teasie casually, cheesy sassiness.

……

Thank the universe for calming morning rainfall.

Peeling us apart is always intensely painful can make me go

awol…

…..

Nevertheless…

I’m at a place I’ve never attained

so I want this feeling forever engrained.

I was enslaved.

You broke my chains.

……

Love, spirituality: Growth;

a bond never to be broke.

Love songs.

The highest of note.

……

I want us to be infinitely intimate;

My twin,

my lover

and my biggest gift.

To L.C.

Love Nina

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Mirrors and time. – Nina

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An imaginative creature with a desire for adventure, forever in youth.
Years went by…

She looked in that mirror at 13 years old absolutely baffled. It changed everything. “Oh that’s who I am,”. She thought. Eyes wide as the moon shocked in awe. Now I see… A girl is who I am and who I am meant to be.But as most stories go years upon years went by ignoring self in the mirror of time. Dumbfounded by complexities and obstacles to simply finding oneself. She roamed about indulging in indulgence. Schooling in school and working in work. Fulfillment was un-achieved it was simply just work.

Of course there were the slightest attempts to reclaim who she was, where she was going and what she represents. But… Instead of believing in herself she simply listened to others, burying dreams and emotions, tossing them in oceans of acid. Profound sadness eventually madness engulfed her mind absolutely unable to unwind, she left it all…

Luckily for her time allowed the dream so resurface, emerging with profound purpose.

        Seeing the truth in a new light wings grew for a new flight. The wind simply carries as the wind usually does and she grew into something unusually good… The world slowly lifted off of her shoulders and she sees herself in the mirror once again.