Relocate Baltimore

Relocate

free form, poetry, United States

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.

Double Rainbow Citi Field

Phenomenal Beauty

free verse, freeform, Nature, NYC, poetry

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

Broken boys, a poem

Broken Boys

free form, free verse, poetry, Well Being

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
Unlike you,
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

Nostalgia

free verse, poetry

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,
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

Wonder Wheel at Coney Island

What Happened?

love, poetry

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
to witness
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

Acquiesce

free form, Nature, poetry, Well Being

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

Always There

Nature, poetry

Rose

she received them when she graduated
a celebration
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

the roses
were always there

 

Pic: Taken by me, Peggy Rockefeller Rose Garden at New York Botanical Gardens – Bronx, NY