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Category: poetry

  • Sometimes I Float In Between

    Sometimes I Float In Between

    I only know the light because I’ve lived through the dark.My body, buried in the heavy, damp soil.Ready to decompose with the earth.Destined for more,My soul wouldn’t rest. Though suffocated by the soil,Spirit clawed its way through the dirt that tried to encapsulate it,simultaneously being kept alive by way of the earth’s minerals and nutrients.…

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  • A Sunset and A Second Wind

    A Sunset and A Second Wind

    Some folks relish the sunrises.The dawning of a new day. Glorious rays of sunlightthat beam with possibilities of what’s to come. But the sunset always feels like home. The grand finale beforeact II for the night. As it ushers in the inky deep blue, we can slink away into the darkness. This is where I…

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  • I See the Light But…

    I finally see the sun through the forest. Slivers of light make their way through the dense packing of the trees. A clearing is in the distance. But—there seems to be a magnetic force around me. That’s what it is right? That’s why can’t I step towards the clearing. … what else could be preventing…

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  • Into the Darkness

    I saw the light with you; but also saw the underworld. We plunged into the darkness, ventured into the unknown. Something about it was so beautifully scary; intoxicating. But it was time to take a break, to embrace the light again. You made your home in the darkness, established your throne.

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  • 12 AM Anxiety

    12:11AM It’s June 6th; the first night I hear sounds of summer. Crickets chirp outside as I try to sleep but my mind is racing. Photo captured by me, NYC.

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  • Sadness is my friend, my foe

    Sadness is my friend, sadness is my foe. Sometimes I can sit with it and let it be. Other times it bubbles to the surface and boils over, leaving a mess in its wake. And sometimes I let myself just be consumed by it; I submit to it. Photo taken by me at Green-Wood Cemetery…

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  • The Shadows

    Been spending time in the shadow as of late.Not sure what forces are at play,but there’s been a shift somewhere, something is unsettled.

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  • Own Worst Enemy

    Feelings are just that, feelings. It’s also because of them, that we do the things we do. It’s because of our feelings, our desires for one another, that we hope 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…

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  • Unknown Paths

    It’s all unknown. We’re simply left with the desires of what we may or may not want in our lives – present and future tense. And then we make decisions. Shot by me in Prospect Park, Brooklyn

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  • Flooded Waters

    It was too easy;the lies rolled off your tonguelike flooded waters. Something once peaceful and refreshing,now a messy nuisance. The water expands,the salt corrodes,everything is damaged in its wake.

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  • Gratitude

    Thank you for being you,for unknowingly being a muse,for cracking through my fortress. Thank you for believing in me, for encouraging me to be more active about things I was passive about.I’m still a work in progress, sometimes I fall off, but I think about what you’d say if you saw me slacking. Shot by…

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  • A Summer Storm

    An ombré of yellow into grey, lightning bolts pierce the sky. Flashes of light, heavy water droplets thrown from the heavens, clouds clash, and the grounds rumble. It’s a summer storm, one of the best kinds. Pic taken by me, Brooklyn New York

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  • The Haze

    It was thick and opaque like fog rolling in overnight. A silent killer, eating me away inside; I didn’t even realize – My heart was hardening. Mind always racing, pacing, thinking. A paralyzing anxiety.

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  • Transient

    Life and death, everything is so transient.   Pic taken by me in Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn NY

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  • Observation

    There’s something about the way you observe people, you notice the little things; it intrigues me.   Pic taken by me, Prospect Park  

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  • More Than a Feeling

    More Than a Feeling

    Feeling lost.Seems to be more than just a feeling.  A lifestyle. Pic taken by me on Fulton Street by South Street Seaport, NYC.

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  • Warning

    Beware of unspoken expectations. Pic shot by me in Financial District, NYC.

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  • Selfish Love

    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…

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  • NYC Summer

    Inescapable 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

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  • The Conditions Weren’t Right

    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…

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