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
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.
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.
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
Summer reminds me of my youth;
picking up insects,
turning over rocks,
playing in the dirt
Ocean water dances on my body,
heat radiates off the concrete,
jungle gyms and sprinklers are my best friends
Time flies and I’m awash with nostalgia
I’ve lived a life already
childhood seems so far removed
Resurrect the inner child
Oh, and there were days –
longing to be one of the grown-ups –
what a trivial pursuit
Now I’ve reached adulthood;
thoughts 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
you drank them like fine wine;
they intoxicated your spirit,
you danced in the madness
The whispers of sweet nothings,
that’s all you have to hold on to
but you hold them dear to your heart.
Pic taken by me, a summer night in Miami, FL.
and slightly warm
but there’s a gentle breeze;
the scent of fall dances into my nostrils
carrying with it a feeling of freshness,
a peaceful transition,
but so tranquil and pleasant.
we were broken before we even know what it meant.
Pic taken by me at Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn, NY
subconsciously you know we both have the propensity
to slip through each other’s fingers
and fall into the tempestuous abyss of our reality
Pic taken by me: Vatican Museum, Vatican City – Rome, Italy
Now all you have is the silence
The unspoken words float through the air,
a suffocating thickness
We disregard each other as if we weren’t just
completely intertwined under the moonlit stars
As if we didn’t just lay our souls bare for each other
As if we didn’t lay our chests on one another
to hear our heartbeats pound away in unison.
Photo by me: Wonder Wheel in Luna Park, Coney Island
Swimming in the depths of emotions
contemplating your thoughts
your sadness and your stress
sometimes the pain engulfs you
become one with it
Tirelessly gliding your body through the waters
speak to the sea
mute the distractions
let the unknown consume you
Feed your soul with the power,
only an unstoppable force such as
water can quell the fiery mind.
Pic taken by me: Route 25 R in San Juan, Puerto Rico
she received them when she graduated
the valentine’s days of the past
sometimes, “just because”
placed on her bedside when you were born
the celebration of life
natural, sweet perfume that permeated
the sterile, clinical, unwelcome feeling
roses were always beautiful
even when they were dried
for her artistic endeavors
they were placed on the wreath
to celebrate her life
and placed over her as she lay to rest
life, love, happiness, and death
were always there
Pic: Taken by me, Peggy Rockefeller Rose Garden at New York Botanical Gardens – Bronx, NY