A speak easy in Brooklyn
On a Tuesday night in fall.
Trying to forget the stress
That this day has caused me.
I take a swig, put down my glass
And glance around the room.
Suddenly, an energy shift,
I begin to seek the cause.
Goosebumps rise on my skin
As the air begins to change.
I sense someone near,
A powerful force.
A scent of red wine and sage.
Her hair a shade of lavender.
Crystal jewelry all over her body
Glimmers as she glides across the room.
She speaks with grace, a casual tone
As if everyone’s a familiar.
Her aura is brilliant and bright,
Like a full moon in the sky on a clear night.
Who is she?
Where’d she come from?
I’ve never seen her here before.
She must be from out of town.
I’m flustered, but calm.
What a sight to see.
In the presence of a mystery.
She’s a poem in the flesh.
When words can only
Take you so far
And the reader’s left wondering,
‘What’s next?’.
I look away for a moment
As I order another drink.
In need of liquid courage
To try and get her name.
But as I turn around,
Again I feel a change.
I realize the moment has passed
And my head is now adrift.
She’s gone, just like that.
How did I miss her leaving?
Disappeared in an instant
As if she were a ghost.
I think about her to this day.
She’s a lovely memory.
Occasionally still feel her presence
As if she’s never left me.
Tag: love
Embodied
Embodied are the memories,
Experiences of those before you.
Many have passed through this door
To get away, to reflect, to find peace.
Inspiration around you,
Vibrations from the strings.
A lovely state of solitude,
In this tiny little nook.
An orchestra of sound emerges
With the full moon rise.
Striking cords around the fire
Toasting marshmallows, making s’mores.
The crickets chime in
Keeping the melody.
The frogs jump in
Adding the bass.
Music – a universal language
Between creatures and humans alike.
Something so harmonious
About a concert late at night.
The Strong One
I am the strong one.
The one who is always there for people. The one people lean on when they’re hurting, struggling, or need some kind of support. I genuinely know that this is my purpose.
Somehow, because of how my energy radiates, or because of the impact of my presence, I am always someone’s go-to; the one to vent to, the one to go to for advice, the one who has the answers.
The one that is expected to be strong in tough situations – even if that situation is tough for me, too. But because there’s one side of me always supporting others, I can’t necessarily support myself. Do you know what I mean? While the other half of me feels like collapsing, the strong side prioritizes outsiders before itself.
I focus so much on relieving the pain from others. I push my own pain, my own sadness, my own heartbreak down and suppress it, so that it doesn’t interfere with me helping someone else. I deal with it on my own, as I always have –
Because someone has to be the strong one… right?
Egyptian Cotton
Sun is shining into the room through the sheer curtains
Telling her to rise & shine, but it’s not time.
She turns over, squeezing her eyes tight.
The sun is hitting her skin just right –
She’s glowing.
Her hair,
The color of fresh coffee,
Is messy, draped around her face.
Her arms wrapped in silk,
Egyptian cotton,
Gently hugging her body.
She mirrors a goddess –
Hypnos, The Tired Beauty.
A breeze rolls in through the open window –
Her toes curl as she wraps herself tighter in the golden sheets.
You kiss her forehead, gazing at the face of the woman you call yours.
So peaceful.
She feels like home.
When she’s beside you, she radiates love
Even in her sleep.
The sun is shining into the room through the sheer curtains
Telling you to rise & shine, but it’s not time.
She turns over and squeezes you tight.
“Few more minutes”, she whispers, “before we start our day”,
“But my day has already begun”, you say, “in the most beautiful way.”
Thoughts
Sometimes words pop into my head
Effortlessly and it begins to thread
And weave into something I wasn’t expecting.
Something like a poem or story I’m telling.
Then all of a sudden I’m super distracted
By the words flowing so smoothly. I feel I contracted
Some type of illness that lets my words flow,
My mind goes free and my pen just goes.
It’s funny sometimes because I notice
When I have things to do I tend to focus
On the ease of words and rhymes flowing.
Most of the time I don’t even know where this is going.
So I just let my pen in hand do the talking.
These thoughts don’t move fast, it feels like they’re walking
And taking their time picking my brain
Of the right words to say and to be able to explain
That when I allow my pen to keep moving,
I feel this energy, it’s something soothing.
Like I’m doing what I’m meant to do, which explains the ease.
It’s my superpower, it feels like I’m freed.
It’s amazing how things just work the way they do.
When you let go and you feel an energy fly through you.
Like a river my thoughts are put onto paper;
Free flowing, unstoppable, one with my nature.
It’s a beautiful feeling, I truly am blessed
To have the ability of not putting some thoughts to rest.
To the Universe
I want to thank the universe today
For all the blessings that have come my way.
Your help and guidance and love
Fills me with peace from above.
I know that I am special and I mean a lot to you.
I know this because of what I am able to do;
To make light of struggles and still be able to shine,
To feel the love and strength from the divine.
My energy and life is fueled by you.
To the universe, thank you for all that you do.
Images
Sometimes when I close my eyes
I recreate moments, wrinkles in time.
Images instilled in my mind.
And I still can’t find the words to describe
My love for you and the feeling that ensues,
That overwhelms my being
Reminding me how lucky I am to have you.
Your arms are like a fortress keeping me safe and sound
From anything that could harm me, even when you’re not around.
Your eyes an open door to comfort and tranquility,
Like nothing else matters but you looking right through me.
Seeing every struggle, every downfall, and anxiety;
Your humble self is always there to remind me
That I am my strength, my power, and my reality.
Even when I struggle, I know that you are proud of me
Overcoming and defeating anxiety
Telling myself “I am not these thoughts”, because that’s what you taught me.
Instilled in my mind is this person who loves me.
Every crevice, nook and cranny,
Every imperfection you see as flawless.
So that’s why images of you are always in my mind.
Your kindness, care, and love keep us always intertwined.
7 a.m.
It’s early morning in bed with you.
The morning sun shines through
Each little opening of the curtains.
We open our eyes, somehow at the same time.
It’s magical how we do that.
Now we’re sitting on the back porch drinking coffee with a blanket
Watching the sun rise as we hear the birds cry.
A casual conversation here and there,
But when we get quiet we seem to stare
Into the sunrise, the sky, and the flowers.
Already, we’ve been here for a couple hours.
Time flies when I’m alone with you.
So peaceful, blissful, something so true.
We get some food then we take a ride
In the car I love so much because it’s where we hide.
We escape to a fun, flirtatious state where
You drive fast and I laugh because
It feels like we’re flying.
We feel pure joy, like we’re just kids,
Like we’re sure this moment won’t be ending,
But it is.
Time for reality to come crawling back.
We hate this part.
We were hoping it would last
For hours and hours and hours on end.
You’re my light. You’re my love.
You’re my best friend.
Wildflower
Her heart was one of the kindest.
Her soul, one of the most unique.
Her body was her temple where she couldn’t help but to paint its walls.
Her mind was unpredictable; not even she knew what to expect.
A wildflower, surrounded by sunflowers and daisies.
Something was different.
Only the luckiest of people, she would blossom for.
When she blossoms it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen.
You’ll find yourself speechless and find yourself falling for her without warning.
But, she won’t realize that it’s happening.
Only you.
Only you realize what she’s done.
She blossoms rapidly, but will only blossom for you.
If you’re lucky, she’ll fall under you just as you fall under her spell.
This is it.
She has you and you can’t figure out how it happened.
You don’t know what you love about her the most.
Is it her smile when she sees the sunset or the moon?
Or could it be the way her whole body glows when she makes someone smile?
Or maybe it’s her vibe. The way her soul welcomes you and makes you apart of her.
She makes it so easy to fall so hard.
You won’t expect it, you won’t realize it.
It’ll be when you’re watching her do her makeup,
Or when she’s sleeping,
Or even when she’s angry with you,
You’ll realize how hard you’ve fallen for her.
You’ll tell her how much you love her,
But it could never describe how in love you are with her.
You’ve never experienced a love like this.
You know she believes you when you say “I love you”,
But you wish you could put into words the feeling you get;
The feeling you get when you make her smile,
The feeling you get when she holds onto you with all of her might,
The feeling you get when you hear her laughter.
You come to terms that you’ll never be able to fully express these feelings with words.
Yet, you still get the urge to attempt to explain this love.
And for some reason, at 2am, these emotions flood your heart and soul.
If she’s not sleeping next to you, you can’t sleep;
If she is, all you do is watch her.
Watch her eyes flutter as she’s far away dreaming,
Watch her twitch and sprawl out, making herself comfortable.
You think about how lucky you are,
How lucky it is for you to wind up with a girl like her.
She’s an angel, the one you’ve been waiting for, the one you need, and you never want to lose her.
She is your universe.
