Selfish Love

A relationship extended beyond its expiration date;
each lacked the courage to leave,
to walk away from that which was unfulfilling.
Compromising satisfaction for familiarity,
because of time invested.
Never mind the instability,
the pain inflicted upon one another.

What was thought to be “love,”
was only selfishness.
Then you ask yourself,
did you live a lie?

NYC Summer

NYC SummerInescapable heat
intensified by concrete and steel.
Throngs of people crowd the streets,
dirt envelops all surfaces,
the scent of rancid garbage permeates the air.

Despite it all,
rain is beautiful on a steamy day;
the petrichor feeds my soul,
relief has washed over my body. 

Shot by me at The Brooklyn Barge, Brooklyn NY

In the Present

In the present

Slaves to time,
a concept that
quietly dictates our lives.
Getting things done, while waiting for it to pass,
so we can overcome feelings of malaise, and look forward to pleasantries.

We anticipate events and outcomes;
self-induced anxiety.
We live as if time really is a linear concept
But what is time really?
How do you define it?

It’s overwhelming,
an omnipresent shadow.
If there’s one thing to know about time,
there’s only the present moment.

Picture taken by me in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.

The Conditions Weren’t Right

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.

Path of Least Resistance

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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.

Revitalize

Sun rising, sun’s blessing.
Golden rays bathe my face.
The possibilities of a new day,
an awakening.

A peaceful calm only nature can offer,
Oh, the soothing sounds of waves
rolling onto shore.

A new liberation floods the lands
as the sun warms all in its wake.
Arousing a joy so pure, so stimulating,
one that comes from within.

Relocate

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

Evershifting,
which version of myself will I be today?
pulling on pieces,
arranging them to fit the narrative
I wish to create for myself

Relocate,
keeping yourself intact is always the hardest part.

via Daily Prompt: Relocate

Pic taken by me in Baltimore, Maryland.

Phenomenal Beauty

A rainbow,
so seemingly simple, yet complex
A beautiful display of science above us,
a natural work of art.

Sun rays, water droplets, light refraction, reflection.
Standing proudly,
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

Nostalgia

Summer reminds me of my youth;
chasing fireflies,
being fearless,
picking up insects,
turning over rocks,
playing in the dirt
Blissfully ignorant.

Ocean water dances on my body,
heat radiates off the concrete,
spending all day between jungle gyms and sprinklers.

Time flies and I’m awash with nostalgia.
I’ve lived a life already,
childhood seems so far removed.

In the midst of adulthood;
thoughts are consumed by new longings
to a simpler time.
How do I feed and nourish the girl I once was,
the girl who still lives.

Pic taken by me at Coney Island, New York