People, crammed into the streets once roaring with bustling horns and hustle- anticipating everything the turn of the clock represents for them. The streets of the city adorned cultures, colors and sexes. We all wanted a glimpse of the marvel of the light show, ready to commence with the strike of midnight.
If you are going through any sort of emotional or physical struggle in your life, know it is okay. Do not let it be the end of you and the judgement of who you are. You are capable of everything you believe..
Please, know there are people out there who will listen to you and love you. Your life is what they depend on. Your own life is worth the living.
“Pretty pretty please, don’t you ever feel
That you’re less than
Fucking perfect..” – Pink.
A fifteen-year-old face, with glistening blue eyes, beaming with the sort of life and love I cannot help but fall for every time I see her. Anne-Marie, one of my clients’ eyes widened one day as she pointed to the speakers and yelled, “This is my song.” (more…)
This is a recital of a poem I wrote a very long time ago, from my first book, and very dear to my heart. No clue why the online- youtube, recital. Nevertheless, here it is.
So much can be said about so little. Its wonderful, I think. Especially given its what I love to do. Deciding not to decide anything for myself for the couple days of my escape wound up turning out in my favor. I booked my train ticket and went from one place to another. On the way, I seated myself next to a beautiful older lady. She welcomed me next to her with a smile on her face. (more…)
Time has the capacity to affect us, surprise us, and enable us to learn unpredictable, yet much needed lessons. As the ticks lapse through our lives without us even noticing, we start to look forward, anticipating the next step. One, which, may at times, be held within numbers. We count down the days, hours, minutes or seconds.
... I'm not going to be,
all things for others to please
Because when I look in the mirror,
I'd like to see me.
-Impressions, 2004