Own Worst Enemy

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I thought you loved me, so why do I feel this way?
Like it’s just something you say when the moment seems right,
not something that actively lives in your heart and mind every day.
Feelings are just that, feelings. But it’s also because of them, that we do the things we do.

It’s because of our feelings, our desires for one another and hopes to execute shared dreams, that we invest and feed each other’s souls.
What do we do when it all seems to be in jeopardy?
When you wonder if it was all an illusion?
You lied to me; I lied to myself.
Perhaps it is me.
I’m my own worst enemy.

Pic shot by me in Prospect Park, Brooklyn.

What is Strength?

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I spend so much time trying to represent strength because I’m afraid. I’m afraid of being vulnerable; that somehow vulnerability equates to weakness. But it doesn’t.

Strength also means being receptive, understanding that emotions are messy and complex. We’re human beings at the end of the day. We always make things harder than they need to be.

 

Photo taken by me at Domino Park, Williamsburg.

Central Park, My Playground

Adventures, free form, free verse, freeform, Mindfulness, Nature, NYC, photography, Well Being

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A young girl from Queens,
Central Park was my playground.
E, F, and R trains, with direct routes to Midtown,
placing you at the entrance or within walking distance.

Climbing up and down monstrous rocks and boulders,
quite a feat for a child-
Rollerblading on paved park streets of concrete,
swerving in and out of big orange cones.
All weekend hobbies of mine.

Taking breaks between classes,
During four years at Fordham University –
my alma a few blocks away, at Lincoln Center.
Central Park, it was my campus.

Walking through the park with
Friends, family, and lovers,
Walking through the park to work,
Part-time gig a few blocks away on
5th Avenue, New York’s tourist trap
and shopping strip.

Central Park reminds me of my youth,
of my young adulthood,
of my strong connection to the New York
that raised me.

Shot by me in Central Park, New York

Be Kind to Yourself

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Some days, I’m not even fully sure what the human experience is supposed to be like. Why are we blessed with these brains that don’t serve us to our higher potential?Sometimes I misspeak words, overthink things, get distracted, criticize myself, worry, stress, complicate things, forget.

But I have to stay motivated, keep myself focused and remember to be kind to myself, because it’s hard. I’m no longer in my twenties and I think life is finally starting to break me down a little bit. Even though I try not to let it.
I have to believe that I can manifest greatness in my life, but I have to be an active participant; I can’t just wait for it to happen.

 

Shot by me in Central Park, New York

Daily Prompt: Broken, A Battle of Dysfunction

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Daily Prompt: Broken, A Battle of Dysfunction

Speaking the language of pain,
of neglect;
longing to be accepted and loved.
Fighting this battle has become a pastime,
Engaging in scenarios that trigger fears, anxieties, insecurities.
Throwing herself into the mix with dysfunctional characters
who can’t get past their silly egos;
their fragile self-perceptions.
But you know, maybe it’s her,
Maybe it’s because she’s broken.

via Daily Prompt: Broken

Daily Prompt: Ceremony

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A title can never dictate how the heart feels.
Nor does it define a relationship.
It can’t rationalize the bullshit swept under the rug.
Titles, formalities, ceremonies –  seemingly emphasized more than the quality of the relationship.
What happens when the ceremony that’s supposed to usher you into a life of partnered stability, protection, and safety causes distress?
When the vows and foundation are broken,
when heartache sprouts like weeds through concrete.

Pic taken by me in Brooklyn, New York

via Daily Prompt: Ceremony