I watched it die
Once a big bountiful plant,
it soon shrank in size
Flowers ceased to blossom from its petals
I couldn’t cultivate new ones
I tried my hardest –
I watered it when dry,
yet not enough light
I placed it in the sun
With light too direct, the leaves burned
Given the circumstances,
I tried what I could –
cut the leaves back
and relocate the plant
Incapable of keeping up with the maintenance
Apparently, I signed on for too much
I watched leaves crunch and wither away
Excited by the prospects of growth,
Sanguine about newly sprouted green leaves
Ever so watchful,
I gave it what I could;
out of nowhere,
the new growth dangled then died off
Ultimately, the conditions weren’t right;
though I tried,
I couldn’t nurture this plant.
When was there a time
that we spent together,
where we weren’t being tormented
by our demons.
Shot by me in the Vatican Museum, Rome, Italy (Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden)
Nature, the world’s organic symphony
Take some time to listen –
Hear the trees sway,
sometimes they whisper in a light breeze
or howl like the lone wolf on a windy night.
Birds remind us that wildlife lives among us,
chirping, calling out to one another in a foreign language
A background soundtrack to your clamoring thoughts.
Rest your tired mind
Give yourself permission to feel free like the birds
To move where the winds direct you
Nature always follows the path of least resistance.
Pic Taken by me in Ditmas Park, Brooklyn
Pic taken by me at Whitney Museum, NYC
And so they fall faintly,
The tears from your weeping soul.
Pic taken by me at the Whitney Museum, NYC
A wise man once told me,
you have to make time
to do the things that
make you happy.
It almost seemed too easy –
and so it was.
I made the time.
Pic taken by me, Coronado Island, San Diego.
Pic taken by me at the Roman Colosseum in Rome, Italy (il Colosseo).
Our hearts beat for one another
While simultaneously being torn apart.
the sunrise is a blessing.
Glittering rays kiss my face,
the possibilities of a new day;
Thankful for this moment,
a peaceful calm only nature can offer
Soothing sounds of waves rolling onto the shore,
Oh, the difference each day makes
A new liberation
as the sun warms all in its wake
Arousing a joy so pure, so stimulating,
Because it comes from within;
be true to yourself and find peace,
calm the internal stirrings
Pic taken by me at Prospect Park, Brooklyn NY.
A new neighborhood
where my new home is
where I live my new life
with my old brain
that stores memories
of a life that can’t be escaped
which version of myself will I be today?
pulling on pieces,
arranging them to fit the narrative
I wish to create for myself
keeping yourself intact is always the hardest part.
via Daily Prompt: Relocate
Pic taken by me in Baltimore, Maryland.
so seemingly simple, yet complex
A beautiful display of science above us,
a natural work of art
Sun rays, water droplets, light refraction, reflection
stretching yonder for all to see
Radiant, amazing in its own right
In ideal conditions, a double rainbow is visible
A spectacular sight becomes magnified;
The rainbows complement each other’s beauty,
a phenomenon to behold
appreciate the uniqueness each one brings to the whole
Pic taken by me at Citi Field: Queens, New York
They leave messy trails behind them,
physically and emotionally;
the boys who break hearts
The empty love that wafted
so effortlessly off their lips
and into the mouths of the unassuming;
they whispered reassurances
during moments of weakness,
only to break said promises later
Their actions show that their words carried no weight
They lash out in fits of anger and break things;
to show strength,
to release the ugly energy
They break up homes and come from broken homes
Capable of breaking others, they manipulate;
the smart ones find the right woman
and break her too,
because ‘strong women need to be broken’
Is there hope for the broken boys who’ve lost their way?
Those who carry the stench of darkness
and wear it like a badge of honor –
an undercurrent that runs so deep
You almost feel bad for them
they have the bravery to act on their brokenness
You hide from yours and bury your inner torments
then you feel sorry for yourself,
because you’re broken too
and that’s what broken people do.
Pic taken by me at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery