The things you never did… (Poem)

The alluring ones Life is but an impenetrable bubble that you dare never pop So aesthetically appealing to trauma ridden eyes Eyes that see the wiles of the ruse that never stops But your eyes see only you On the cover of magazines Bloody carpets In the spotlight On the signs of city streets Your bubble may never pop As you live your fullest life Flashy cars and gaudy mansions Front row seats at your own rite But after all you’ve done is done And you retire to your grave Your only true remembrance is the things you never did

I Cried Today (Poem)

I cried to day and I can’t say why My emotions got the best of me And it left me feeling high High from all my anger Frustrations run my life I beg and pray for answers But the answers don’t suffice Blank stares and ridicule is all that comes my way I tend to feel so miniscule More helpless day by day

Destitution (Poem)

Eyes on the prize
A raptor glides through the whispering breeze

Claws stretched out
Wings painting a picturesque moment in the clouds

No fireflies in cemeteries is a travesty (Journal Entry)

Ever since I was a child I have been buggin on cemeteries. At first, it was a playful thing. My father would take me to Alcoholics Anonymous meetings during my summer visits in the Bronx, and for some strange reason, there was always a cemetery nearby. The adults would attend the meetings, and the children […]