My dreams are intertwined
Magic and realistic
The writing can touch the devine
Brush stokes on cosmic canvas
I paint; deviate from the norm
My imagination like wolves runs wild
I’m never confined; defined
I’m an empress in my own place in time
Tag Archives: Dreams
She’s my light; I won’t be lonely… I sleep.
You know I’m in another place, It isn’t there, but its the only…
Thing I know… Its my dreams;
and I follow them till dawn when I hear your voice
I’m going to be dancing in waterfalls until the sunrise; I can’t help it!
There we are… Together… And neither of us had to move as I dream of your beautiful face!
I must be smiling in my dreams; Im sure of it when its you and me…
So when we say goodnight and I drift away
I came SO MUCH closer to you; your beautiful grace…
You’re my light; so I’ll never be lonely
And It Goes Without
Sayin’….
I love you.
-Nina
She can’t give up…
She won’t …
Beaten as the path we all walk till our deaths
Beaten bruised tattered and torn
Yet…
She is the fiery storm;
The fiery storm she fears the more than anything
Yet she won’t give up
She walks… and walks…
Alone in solitude
She veils herself like an ancient goddess
Hidden amongst shadows
Why wouldn’t she be?
On planet corrupted with dark clouds?
One must be protected but
The rain pours and drips down…
Alone, cold, damp and dark
Reflections of it all beaming upward
At her face looking sadly down
Dreary gloom…
Her feet place upon them;
Cascading the lights and reflective glow
Lights of dreams always forever flicker and move amongst the rain
She keeps walking
She has to go…
The wake of her forgotten smile is somewhere
So she searches for it
Until time ceases to exist
She can’t give up.
She won’t…
Walking on the beaten path we all walk
Till death.
-Nina
Dreams: Haiku 2-Parts
Am I dreaming?
Half of the time; Dreaming …
Other half: Reality
Which to you is of more importance?
And what becomes of the ones determined?
To “Make” their dreams a reality…
Is it to suffer to succeed or simply breathe;
Vision…
Close your eyes to see; everything we need.
Life can be quite ambient; the solitude of mind.
But to paint a picture of your dreams.
And manifest what you’ve seen.
Self Realization Absolute.
Definite…
I sleep…
-Nina
Dreams – Ramblings of the Claury
Checking in with Nina. Journaling and about me.
4 AM May 22nd – I was thinking of going back to sleep but it is beautifully dark, beautifully quiet and peaceful. I just awoke from having multiple dreams. It was the first day of our high school and it was more of a wasteland of stoners than an actual school as blunts were passed around before we walked barefoot into a piss covered hallway leading to our homeroom. It only lasted for about five minutes before we all realized how horrible school was and ran off into the darkness. Darkness? Yes its odd school was in the middle of the night and I’m realizing that now. A woman beats her child for acting up asking if he wants to end up in the downtown eastside when he grows up. My dreamlands are… they are definitely something.
I’m awake now. The coffee is made. It’s cold in the house because my landlord cut off the heat to save money so I’m all bundled up. I want to go to the skatepark down the street today so long as it doesn’t rain on me. I feel kind of like I haven’t been my ever-so-optimistic self lately. Now waking up this early I wonder if it’s because I haven’t been waking up before daylight. This feels far better than seeing light as soon as I’m up. It’s been 4 months since I left the homeless shelter but I still haven’t found a routine that truly satisfies me… I’m addicted to ever-changing life but I feel quite still.
I’ve gotten used to living here and am going to start looking for work soon. I want to work in a plant nursery; So I’m going to try that first. If not… I’ll try something else! Transitioning is going just fine. I consider it done and I’m comfy in my own skin, taking pictures as often as I can and daring to go out in dresses and skirts by my lonesome at the spur of any moment. On the other hand I cry a lot; but I’m not sure if that entirely relates to the hormones or not hahaha… Maybe that is silly. Crying over very little and trivial things… But bigger things are an even harder challenge. Today however I am feeling optimistic. I feel refreshed and ready for whatever.
Just checking in.
Nina
Nina Shade ( Nina Yin) Goodnightnina – Dreams / Every Night (Slam poetry over J Dilla)
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
Dreaming of murder by: Nina
6:19 AM :That’s sleeping in for me. Crawl to the laptop and its hard to keep my eyes open. The coffee maker is crackling. I just dreamt that I murdered an old friend and oddly thats not shocking and I’m just exited how real the night city-scape was in my subconscious mind. So surreal and I definitely had no idea I was dreaming: asking friends for help to cover up the murder. I cant remember exactly what he did but it was enough for us to bash his skull in. Blood stained memory cards taken by homicide investigators as I take cover in the night> Maybe this post is too much for the morning… I made a poetry slam video called: Dreams/Every Night because I dream every night and they are usually extremely realistic and often profound. Obviously there was more to the dream than the murder and thats why I brought it up. As I sat in the car going to pick up stolen evidence on the murder case; the lights and the city and the traffic just seemed “too real” more real than the concious world we live in. I came to the conclusion that this city was somes ort of duplicate (technically it was) I began to drive frantically through the alleys unsure where I was going DUMBFOUNDED BY SUBCONCIOUS IMAGERY left, right, left right. I come into a dead end… 6:19 AM: Thats sleeping in for me. Crawl to the laptop and try to keep my eyes open…
COFFEE IS READY!
NINA
Nina Shade / Nina Yin – Dreams / Every Night (Slam poetry over J Dilla)
Lyrics:
Dreams….
I dream every night. It’s like I don’t sleep; I’m far to busy venturing rivers and streams, painting graffiti on infinite trains.
My dreams are what dreams are made of. My mind is the money so my vacation is paid up.
Tropical paradises on every turn. I’ve never seen so many gorgeous baby blue pools with pearls twirling my world.
I can fly if I want to and explore. I’m getting good, in fact I’m better than Peter pan. Taking off is tricky but I always land.
My dreams have music so I wake up singing with love. Lyrics that no conscious mind could think of.
My dreams have more amusing amusement parks than Californi and Dubai put together. My subconscious really got her shit together.
I have nightmares worst than Steven kings, but I’ve been into horror flicks 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.
Single.
Night.
I get lost in pitch black in my bed on a trip LSD couldn’t bring to light.
I get to live past futures; in surreal movements, 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
GoodnightNina. 
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