I bought my domain! Re-Welcoming everyone to goodnightnina.blog. Now there are no more ads when visiting my site! Woohoo. I had started this blog about 10 years ago. It was time to upgrade.

Since you are here reading, why not visit my blog and have a look around. Drop a comment on what you think of the categories and layout (When you scroll to the bottom on mobile). This site was more designed for desktop.

I want to thank all the people Ive met along the way too; blogging here on wordpress. Even if you’re not active anymore you all played a special role in my time here in the blogging world. And everyone else, thanks for stopping by.

Peace

Coffee at 5 am

Blend fantasy with reality again

Minful subconscious

Sublime subliminal nonsense

On and on the dream will go

Wake up nightmare I got its just gone

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

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

Infinite all eye seeking seeing seekwill the pre emotive prequel n evil cheap thrills. It has a distinct smell it wreaks foul as the weak fell instictually driven to dive into deep hell.