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NonFictionSlamComposition. Im back. – Nina

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Everything is falling apart; but everything is coming together

Destroy and rebuild; rebuild and destroy, Yes I endeavoured

I created a world and left it behind n I…. Still shine.

Creating a new place; place n peace of mind n I’m

Suffering uncomfortably then suddenly…

Comfortable nonetheless!

Blissful in nothingness*

My 3rd eye moonshine remove I from crude times..

Zen bends my lights to the contexts that I suggest

So the world is mine and I am simple sublime

Construct my life obscuring obstruction

Its my life; I play like a conductor

N My heart beats like percussion

And I’m not scared to die like life is nothing

But I die to live; my life is mine to give

Forgive me for living like what I got to lose is nothing

What would you expect in this time of glutton?

Damn.

Life is something.

 

Nina

 

 

 

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Tired eyes; Ize rhymes..

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Tired eyes open the laptop;  Coffee drip drops

21st Century type writer ; “So type writer!”

Story tell; tired eyes; my rhymes.

JusSittin here…4 Hours until the sunrise

Wishing I was with “her”

Heaven. Every. Reason. I miss H.E.R.

Story of my life; Im sorry you were right

Sorting out whats left n get right

Lost in a “natural mystic” what Bob say

Not your neighbour/your dog

Im talking bout Marleyyyy

Now theres a rainbow in the sky. “So don’t be blind”.

When your spiritual the miracles happen like…

All of the time…

Nina

She carries a mask.

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My nickname is Shade

And I carry with me; many sides.

Growing up they diagnosed me as many things.

They said I was attention deficit. They said I was oppositional defiant They said I was bipolarThey said I was scitzophrenic

And now I am being treated for borderline personality disorder

Its true that I carry these faces and sides like masks hidden beneath the surface. How fitting.

My nickname is shade.

My scitzo effective side terrifies me. My bipolar side is attracted to danger and substance. I am naturally defiant. I am often hyper-active… And they say I am one with borderline personality disorder.

They say that someone with borderline personality disorder can be dangerous. Because we tend to snap in an instant. For me in some cases this is true…

In one instance; stopped by police I pulled my weapon on them! I snapped. Luckily I was not shot…

Where am I going with this….

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I carry these faces and sides.

They hide beneath and hide below.

Where did they come from? I do not know…

They hide until the perfect moment.

Things I cannot control.

 

-Nina

 

 

 

I Continue, walk wit me. – Nina

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Is it kind of selfish… to reveal all your senses.

Am I gaining by explaining my pain; I feel helpless.

“Excuse me Miss…” I really must admit.

If we don’t know where we’re going; then I don’t know where we’ll get.

No please don’t walk away.

Could you spare a moment of your time?

To listen to the message I’m condoning in my rhymes?

Thank you, hear me out…

I feel a little left behind…

All the good and the bad that remains in my mind.

Loving and kindness, Or numb and blinded

Lost; searching for the answers And I can’t seem to find it.

Questing for the questions

Scarred by the lessons.

Sometimes I feel like Ive been branded as a lessor.

Whats behind my back? Is it a team or a dagger?

Define what I mean to you. Do I even fuckin’ matter?

It must be dead serious; I tried to take my life.

The saviour of my soul; was the dullness of the knife.

I’m the type of person to take care of my crew

This message ain’t for anyone; Especially not for you…

Just Consider it an abstract ;From a soul who needs to backtrack

I’ll be around…

Around…

And around we go faster…

This ride that we takin’ makin’ me sick to my stomach

No Pain No Gain. So I continue on walking….

Walk with the soldier let me take your hand

I aint mad, I just want you to understand.

I WANT this Life.

I want to always have your back.

-Nina

Taoist Mystic – Nina

There was nothing, became everything, words devastating.

The tongue is far sharp-er sword. Bit-er sweet words

They ink jot and plot on pages

Captivating your mind, your captive in this ancient

Way. Since pyramids you peer-amidst scripture

The script will surely fit-the-picture

Graffiti-esque hieroglyphs; of time

In rhyme-form or devine-chords

Forever and ever and ever… trying to define more

Writers n biters, stolen ideas are the highest potential in-sequential

Prior to this something there was a comforting nothing

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Nothing.

Source: Taoist Mystic by Nina Yin