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The sun will be rising soon. – Nina
The sun will be rising soon,
it is black
Sounds of rain.
Out of subconscious.
I am awakened.
The stars – Nina
The blue stars.
She would “talk” to the stars
She would dance with nature and sing with the birds
The crows in particular, making her smile
Her best friend was the raven or worst enemy…
Her imagination was extravagant
The date of earth wasn’t reality
Time nor place replaced by visions
In drum circles with the village
She would sing of the life and it’s rhythm
Eventually she talked with the stars
Her hopes and her dreams and the natural mystic
It took decades as the speed of light was not fast enough
But the stars replied
With the wisdom she seeked; the life she wanted to live;
Impossibility is laughable now
The truth
Was closer and close enough to touch and feel
Tantalising reality of the sacred unity with her stars
The stars are out tonight
looking down
Or looking up
As we live our lives, they speak.
It takes time
but what is time?
I could write this forever in time.
Thanking the stars.
For their love.
Love Nina
Bipolar described in poetry. By Nina
When dreams and reality mix; my mind twist space n time.
Sentences in my mind incomplete and jumbled.
The pain is unbearable and I can’t focus.
The thought train is overwhelming grandiose negative paranoia.
I lose track of myself and memories begin to be erased.
Chase down 3 seconds of comfort; only refuge from this place.
Alone with my screaming demons, what is the reason.
Enhanced senses, feeling too much and too deeply.
Dreading the next breath I’m light headed.
Subconscious embedded schizophrenic essence.
Tears run down my face, my lover can’t help be afraid.
Interlaced emotions continue to confuse, I’ve lost my view.
Distrusting earth, corrupting everything I’ve seen from birth.
There’s nowhere to run or hide. I continue to gun this fight.
I’m a soldier fuck this shit. I’ve done this shit a hundred times.
Switch my mindstate from afraid to irate.
I’m right the world is Fucked Up…
I’d Love to make it better tomorrow just weather this storm.
This isn’t even real, what I feel; it’s chemical sorrow.
What good is a good day without bad ones. I’m attached to this aura.
I’m glad I can come out on top….
I was trapped and caught up….
Strapped to a mattress and shot up…
Nina
:) Smiling.
Reborn from pain, ascending out of madness and despair.
I’m reborn into self, creative and learning entity.
Laughing and smiling and dancing to lifes song.
Breathing the air again, I was drowning.
I can taste the food again and feel the calming rain.
I can smile at simplicity and ponder the complex
I am here again.
Nina Yin – Hip Hop Slam Poetry. -We Unpredictable.
I see through third eye, they say check the optometrist.
Blossoming seed, forever I am an optimist.
Inspire cause im inspired, by any and all mediums.
Acquire the gift and uplifting all my people with.
Artistic mystic, significantly shifting.
My wishlist is listed linguistics
I put the drank down and put this thang down.
I see clear as a vision no mystery in me now.
My mind is yin yang, the Sun Tzu art of war.
I’ve already won, pen over your sword
But I’m chilling on stand by samurai in the the darkness.
Rooftop of the projects, assembling an arsenal.
Student w no teacher, Witty unpredictable, resemblance self
until death I get deeper.
-Nina
Freedom Rain
I’m within the rain.
My eyes are heavy, raindrops hitting the windows…
I love the rain when I’m at home,
it’s engulfing my soul with its life..
I’m still and calm, eyes still heavy, relaxed,
dripping away the rain from gutters to concrete and grass.
The temperature is mild and chill*
refreshing to breathe in this rainforest we call our home. 🙂
The dogs sit quietly as if they too are relaxing to the sounds of raindrops and the –!whitecitynoise:::.
My connection to this rain is like….
a birds connection with the air beneath it’s feathers.
It represents freedom.
Nina Yin
Nina Yin reads her Buddhist love poetry.
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-Nina
Streets tell tales. Nina Yin Poetry.
Tongue sharp as a sword/mighty switchblade ideology. Accordingly change/ Autumn leaves Socrates astrology autonomy.
Streets tell tales like warzones, torn homes,/ families with no hope instored most. I implore opening doors call me the host.
Pain, phame and egotism. Ace in the hole aim to kill / contradicting truth, it’s all fiction.
Smashing a Babylonian mold / sold back in many pieces, centuries to retrieve it. Eyes see demons no deceiving.
Chemical weaponry for my team, what I mean enlightening regime we dream Z’$ cream n peace.
Across water, borders, lawless / no control us behold us the lowest form of life is
all knowing…
Time.
Sunbathing on a beach; the sands of time.
Tick tock be the surging waves.
Perhaps I’ll bathe in the yesterdays of days to come.
Watching the ripples of time as I step into infinity.
Living my future in this present,
as the cool breeze runs through my ancient blonde hair.
Hour glass
And the sands of time.
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