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Rhyme therapy. Poetic outcry.

Just writing shit. Passing time. Outlashing rhyme.

Is Concrete freedom? Completely completing me?

I feel like I’m depleting…

Too much time… so here I rhyme.

I got a good girl, good world. I’m in love.

Word therapy it’s scaring me cause words release and reveal disparity.

The repressed stress that impales / my chest… I let the rest of my rhymes set sail. 

Every day listening to the rain, it washes pain away.

I want to get up, but it looks like imma do it on a later day.

Now: Trynna bail… out….I fell off.. or fell out… I feel like I’m doing nothing when I’m sitting here alone with my own”self.”…

I’m too used to street tops / we walked the block in reboks / more miles than Enoch / up n down like seasaws.

…then hop trains to the seashore. Drink more. I need more,

Fuck, I bleed for freedom like firey Vietnam napalm. 

I’m going awal.

God Damn I seen it all, drove me up the walls….

No sentiment to what I representing in this moment. Alone, Heckle myself. Jeckle?

Fuck it, Hyde… but wise with pretty eyes.

No doctor could ever calm my storms. Before they’d have to lock up me up to disarm my sword cause I was hardened up in numerous spots, reclusive to the marks n whites. Selling anything up, down. it could be hard n white. Sparks n darkness all around us so I got up n I got a Mic. White boy, the homie in disguise, still I rise, no demise, what? Gutter minded, smooth like butter out the housing projects.. That I would drowse in / n drowning…. in problems no solving it, just dissolve it. Mixing pills w potions in my cup of cauldron burning hottest notions. The Urban junglist psychlobin fungus n coco leaf under my tongue it’s.. MDMA in my nose and it’s disgusting. Welfare Glutton.

Like:Fuck it.

But Im survival against the rival, which is self, close minded to changing my mind, my mind is always shrouded dark clouded in madness to death. Always trying to redesign, redefine, n read in between the lines. Inclining myself refining self and it’s a crucial time.

But…

Now that I’m reclusive.

Introduced to the sobriety. Inducing nothingness including no substance to my mindstate. That was then, this is now …. Now… This is my mindstate… soberly irate. Am I trying to find me? Do these words serve a purpose? I think I make people nervous. I’m unafraid. I was the underage murderous on the curb sip serve swerving it or serving it.

That then. This is now, now. so true. How I gonna get through this? What am I supposed to do? I’m so new to.

this…

Nina

 

 

 

 

Taoist Mystic – Nina

GoodnightNina.

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

Simplistic-mystic-blissful-infinitely-intimate

Nothing.

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Lil rhyme jot. Pen game: – Nina

It’s Nina again…

Pen game; ascend /Saturated, infatuated wit hymns

I do rhymes like crimes locked up n back at it again

N again…

Poetic Trojan horse enter minds like brain surgery man

My own self, my worst enemy trying to murder me: dead

Put n pieces back together in form / trying to weather the storm

I get better but get wetter / cause this rains an infinite pour

Yeah I’m sensitive, sure. / Sent to this world

Till I leave trying to represent a sentiment of the “good”.

 

Nina

 

Nina Yin – Hip Hop Slam Poetry. -We Unpredictable.

I see through third eye, they say check the optometrist.

Blossoming seed, forever I am an optimist.

Inspire cause im inspired, by any and all mediums.

Acquire the gift and uplifting all my people with.

Artistic mystic, significantly shifting.

My wishlist is listed linguistics

I put the drank down and put this thang down.

I see clear as a vision no mystery in me now.

My mind is yin yang, the Sun Tzu art of war.

I’ve already won, pen over your sword

But I’m chilling on stand by samurai in the the darkness.

Rooftop of the projects, assembling an arsenal.

Student w no teacher, Witty unpredictable, resemblance self

until death I get deeper.

 

-Nina

Me reciting: Nowhere Fast – Nina Yin ; Slam Poetry.

Nowhere Fast….

I’m going nowhere fast/my present my past,walking barefoot miles on glass and burning coals, I’m completely submurged but I’m yearning growth, Stuck in my youth but my truths are endless; boundless. Stuck in poverty surrounded by billions monopoly, tortured its sodomy, oddly enough something is proud of me

Keep on pushing past my castrations and lacerations of life’s tolls… so much to offer but to everyone I’m a burden, I’m concerned for my future because I’m inflicted with pain / always against the grain, infinite struggle of trying to maintain

I’ve tried nine million nine to fives, nickel and dime lives, can’t get a trickle of a fine life, I wasn’t designed right so I rely on my despicable but inclined mind…

I’ll be fine right?

Just to catch a glimpse of a brighter tomorrow would lighten my sorrow/ ignite an emotion to put it in motion and feel it in my soul as deep as the ocean….

But practically I need to focus…. become the most observant person constantly yearnin’ to be learnin’ earnin’, the most deserving, serving people the substance of life; the light.

Nina Yin Vestergaard