I wonder where my lighter is
And ignore the dirty dishes for now
Laughing at the train bombing video where an artist stops painting…
Dumbfounded at god knows what
I’m kind of cold right now
My landlord shut off my heat to save money
Now he’s paying for my oven to be on for half the day
My album of choice is Exodus
Due to that particular song I read that chapter of the Bible
Just to see where he’s coming from
Just for Bob.
She told me good night. “I love you”.
Click*
Closing my eyes I ask the universe to take me away
The day is long and I’d like to go now
Wrapping myself in my clouds
Imagining where I am going
Because every time I go to rest; closing my eyes
I am always sent to a new world
Where my father can walk again and I go cliff diving with him
Or I can paint trains in the serene darkness
The world is mapped out; familiar but not so familiar
Subconscious playgrounds
They are so dark and ominous
Or bright.
Luminous.
Light.
Nina
I am…
The Type of writer who lites fires with typewriters.
Trans pride; n its a quite higher:
cause.
Despite my minor flaws I write because.
I’m…
Inspired by role models and not cold bottles.
No more sorrow.
I’m trans and…
Trans transgender pride; my gender why?
In splendor I; am utterly myself.
Selfishly no; selfless by being oneself with.
All that I can and possibly will.
If I didn’t; I’d probably be ill.
Although it really needs no commentary.
On the contrary I still see a bigots daily
I’m doing fine but I can imagine somewhere out there…
Someone is terrified of being themselves
I see this clearly.
Now a common occurring; non obscuring event.
I present myself to the world plus my 2 cents.
Have a conscience; discriminatory nonsense.
Happiness lays around the corner for many.
Plenty if we; could set an example and
Simply be free.
Nina
My name is Nina; the transgender psycho blogger.
Climbed out of bed and to the coffee
Op-tea-mystic,
World at my fingertips and I worry bout no shit.
In this moment,
Judgements or backfires are simply a sign of my attempting progress
Attempt unleash repressed
Memories;
I’m Psycho yes; you could ask anyone that knows me personally
I can indulge you if you like,
Why certainly…
-Nina
I am found in the darkness
You can follow if you wanted
Tread through the darkness of which I abide
Lose track of time; lose peace of mind
To lose oneself in an absence of light
And Find Oneself
In The Darkness of night.
-Nina
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Lyrics:
Dreams….
I dream every night. It’s like I don’t sleep; I’m far to busy venturing down rivers and streams, painting infinite trains.
My dreams are what dreams are made of. My mind is the money so the vacation is paid up.
Tropical paradises on every turn. Gorgeous baby blue pools with pearls twirling my world.
I can fly if I want to, take off better than Peter pan. But the tricky part is always the land.
My dreams got music so I wake up singing love. Lyrics that no conscious mind could think of or use it
My dreams have more amusing amusement parks than Cali and Dubai put together. Damn my subconcious got its shit together.
Nightmares worst than Steven kings, but I’ve been a horror flick since I was a kid.
But this is real time 3d and if it’s too deep I wake up n have some tea.
I dream every night; its deep.
Every.
Single.
Night.
I get lost in pitch black Like I’m Trippin on LSD
Painting pictures I can never “see” , clearer than glass to my mind when it computes it.
But my minds far more complex. More convex it sees more than I can comprehend.
How many times I saw the end or woke up to a new beginning, open my eyes and the rooms spinning,
Damn I’m dizzy that was trippy.
What were those lyrics I heard angels signings?
I turn the light on.
I got the light, write before it’s gone.
Pick up a pen and write down this midnight song.
-Nina
We are governed by the laws of physics
is it…
fact or fiction
to be trapped
or
to believe in supernatural
actual
happenings.
We use a small portion
of our mind
or activation
psychedelics sublime
become animated.
Strange places I’ve been
and I wonder
if my eyes
mind
soul
defy me;
defying the governing laws
“laws”
the laws of the universe.
-Nina
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