Rise.

I die and rise again

The sweet escape

Light reigns on my life

From out of the darkness

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

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Northern Monopoly / On the Concrete – Nina

How could I feel ; Its all so real ; Pain;

Embeds my brain. And. How could that…

Be. They’re;

Piling up the dead bodies.

In Bulletproof hotel lobbies

Insites where a nurse shoot-up-your-down properly

Northern monopoly

Its flooded. In an open air drug market;

Remarkable profit; Sub tropicals chronic

Users, abusers, thugged out losers.

Breathe…. She…

Breathed her last breath in the alleyway;

She ran away as a kid

And…

It sad to say… The streets a trap;

Praying on the weakest.. Link

We brinked;

The highest H.I.V. rate

I write rhymes…Cause I survived…

And. Time Flies…

On the concrete.

 

 

-Nina

A christened wish, I don’t exist. – Nina

Littarily latereral illiterate babble.

How my poems go, thus just a stones throw

My gibberish fished your wish

Out the pond here it is; as a gift…

Go ahead, take it with you and drift through the mist

Pretend it never happened

I didn’t exist.

-Nina

Escape; In The Here and Now – Nina

It is time…

Fleeting Moment Of Escape

Rising From About The Abyss

Flying away

Saturated In Sunrays

An Almost Blinding Light

Finding Oneself

Running Free…

“In The Here And The Now”.

In the Love…

-Nina

 

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With love. – Nina

I’m not sure what mood you’re in.

Just know you are loved,

Go to your happy place and write.

With love.

 

Nina

The interconnected manifest – Nina

The abstract thoughts relevant to concrete form;

everything is connected making the magic very real

Submerged in self awareness yet profoundly connected

in imaginative design and inclinations creating and manifesting its form

Dreams and reality are not so far apart; both created by the mind and collected in the mind

to be analyzed and articulated

What today may bring is up to me as well as the destiny

We’ll have to work together or bound in self destruction

I can make today whatever I want it to be

Setting Destiny Stones for me to walk upon with grace

Or they could tower over me; an abrupt fate

Creating overwhelming fear in my heart

But if I choose to take destiny

Fate and future into my hands

I know I can surely manifest

Stepping stones upward on this journey into tomorrow

Into the sky with my dreams once again.

 

Nina Yin