Category Archives: Poetry

Shooting stars.

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Bright as a shooting star, igniting the universe;I am born once again.

Illuminating the cosmos. Mesmerizing truths and realizations baffled before so clear now.

I was lost, trampling snow in a place unknown overthrown in self doubt and conflicted loathe.

I was self indulged in self destruction malnourished of real substance encompassed in self corruption never seeing light it’s obstructed.

But that’s past tense I’m fastened in my journey to my last quest, luminous natural like when the grass bends.

Blooming and blossoming. Autumn leaves. Calming breeze. A soldier like me only armed with peace.

Customized juxtaporized to my reborn self conducting rhymes that unlock the mind.

See clear.

The infinite number is single, you in this moment a single bell ringing, it humbles.

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Nina Yin

 

 

Writers block / The way out

There’s inspiration everywhere. It’s as though “writers block” is simply a reflection of mood; a depressive nothingness. Have no fear and continue writing whether it is of substance or not. “Apply ass to chair” is what my teacher Fred Thorsen would say about creative blocks and distractions. Anxiety also creates barriers for writers, when those feelings aroused in me he would tell me to chug water. Sceptical I was of this method but now it’s absolutely proven (in my case) to alleviate stress. Green tea works even better! Allowing my body to flush stress and get back to work. Write even if you don’t want to write or search for that shot although your frustrated. Sometimes the best of works come from angst and frustration.

Sometimes writers can often lose a sense of their creative side, seeing everything as bland, already done, boring or pointless. Let me say this, although we as artists have passion for pen, paper, canvas and camera lenses we need more than just these outlets .  Artists should take mini vacations from life regularly, renewing and nourishing our inner artist and our inner child, exploring, learning and getting away from “it all”. Try doing something just for you. Once a week. Write daily, good or bad, paint, snap shots and keep going.

 

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Smiling Nina

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I smile through great obstacles

Strive for the moments of magic

I see it all around me, dancing along the city lights

In the essence of my home and my lover.

Pushing, striving to keep this magic alive.

I would’ve guessed I’d be dead by now when I was youth;

Depressive state.

But now….

Everything’s is in its place

With the potential to become something better.

I become less and less afraid; stronger every day.

Smiling…

 

Nina

Mother Earth

space-planet-earth-light-clouds-ocean-landscapes-stars-wallpaper-1This isn’t about me oh but if I “wrote” it it must be.

Remaining in a learning stage forever; blessing and a burden.

Earth is but only a planet with life, it is ours nonetheless.

Shall we not take care of it as usual? Disregard the constant.

All shalt say “no”, on one blessed day to come together.

Human consciousness has infinite potential; universal power.

Love and kindness is such pinnacle of this form.

Unto you it is given to do as you wish.

Life is suffering but don’t fret, it’s yin and yang: a normality.

One day at a time with goodness; an uplifting intent.

It gradually grows and spreads like a mighty tree, un-movable.

A tree doesn’t know it is a tree but oh how important she is.

Mother earth.

Another beautiful morning.

The peaceful raindrops on my neighbors tin roof are calming to the soul.

I’m eating fresh fruit with angelic vocal trance playing out of my devices.

I optimistically picture the after of the sunrise for the night is in midway and it’s pitch black out my window

My lovers essence fills my head adding more divine texture to this moment as I smile.

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