All posts by goodnightnina

Transgender Artist and Producer Vancouver Canada Ninavestergaard26@gmail.com http://www.youtube.com/innashademusic http://www.ninayinartcollection.WordPress.com My name is Nina Yin Vestergaard / Nina Shade , 27 year old transgender female from Vancouver Canada. Currently doing art / studying full time. I try to indulge in as many art forms as possible. Connect with me!

What is this place

What is this place? Universal bound infinity

But I am subject to individual vacinity

Our home world is ablaze aflame what a crying shame

This is simply a dying game; it needs a name

A name for the actuality of the fragile system

We are in a cataclysm

Can we please change our ways now

We’re on our way down

Nobody has a voice to say now

The answers are right infront of our faces

But we keep making the same mistakes

What will it take

For the world to awake

I used to be so inspired and wired upon awaking

The world was mine for the taking, no… for creating

Limitless words to fung shui the pages

Cleanse my mind like sages

The daily splatter of thoughts

Musing jots

To simply juggle in rhyme rhythm

In this physical realm a prison

Words shine like when light hits a chrystal prysm

This type of art is

Simply shine upon the darkness

Giving strength to the week

Courage to the meek

Whatever hurdles you jump to reach the peak

No longer cynical

In the now is the pinnacle

Untitled Recital. – Nina

I dont know what to fucking write; type out zen pages

Anime gay topless asians.

Well that was a weird flex but okay….

Sew an eyeball on your sunny day

Catch a fade with a grenade launcher filled with razor blades

I dont aim just pull the pin

Put my life out on a limb all for you; all in to win

Cause lifes a gamble I trample lifes obstacles

Through space; Im auronotical

Star gazing in the mirror; sober faded jumping off the roof

Im so… freshly dipped I drip like a chocolate covered cone

No… set to trip for; I do bad on my own

Im just a poetic nuissance

Im so reclusive; cant find me

Somebody remind me why I do this…

-Nina

Routine – Nina

I watch the digi clock flip numbers/ then slumber into wonder

I ride the spinning elyptical to reach pinnacle/ body minimal

Then I… glide pen on page to simply create/ send off; its made

Morning I speak all love to the one in awe/ shes my source

I always focus my breath to retrieve rest, is such/ lifes test

Used to rock mics/ gutter insights ignite

Its the Rythm n rhyme; line by line poetry/ the soul in me

Touch – Nina

Dreams of home are elsewhere; Nightmares are alive and well here

Mother nature undertaker; Come from caves awaken

To eat the souls of the wanderer; Vision conjoror

Deep dive division; Depth perception sceptic

I see all through the third; Vision looking down like birds

Types that write and strike ya vital nerves; Its all Obsurd

But cats can walk a fine line; so watch me define I

Supernatural signed off as I fly by.

So high I touch the skyline.

Raindrop City

Soon the rain comes to wash away dust

Dawn till dusk; tatters the roofs

Clicking and clacking

Seeping and seeking a path

The light reflects in the night; its abstract

The rain in this city is most fitting

To match the tone of poverty and addiction

How many more will I lose

Brothers and sisters forever Im missing

The rain takes my pain and excuse

I spend time sitting and listening

Watching it drip drop off the rooftop

Down my window and into the gutters

I open my shutters for it is fresh like the worlds wounds

Dont worry; Im not in a hurry brother

But Im coming soon.

Gone away

Can you remember when we were together?

I thought it was a neverending endeavor

Where does the time go?

Yesterday we were on the swingset

Sunsets and parties till dawn

Splash the ocean

Fast in motion

Now my friends pass away

Or are now simply gone

I know you rise like our smoke did

Sometimes I feel hopeless

I miss you like a flower without sun

Wilting away until my time has come

Clear. -Nina

I am alone. There is something surreal loneliness.

Hold my own. With a clear state of consciousness.

I’m feeling blessed. My destiny manifest

The daily quest. And I succeed in the test.

Pressing on. I’ll do my best; word is bond.

Build with my people. Moving up. and moving on.

So come with me. I used to run around the slum city.

Doing just about anything. For some fun; a buck fifty.

But things change. I set up my own stage.

And I ask for your help. Because theres a part to be played.

Dont be dismayed. By the corruption of the system.

The eyes telling lies And obstructing all our vision.

Everything you seek is in oneself.

To seek justlook inside. Finding the depths of your realm.

Or where I roam. Buddhism is my home.

I return to center. Clear to the temporal lobe.