My Roaring 20s?

Reading Time: 2 mins I navigate through the busy roads of San Antonio on my way to pick up a friend. Even during the daylight my past home city seems foreign to me with all the construction and years that have gone by. I try to follow the directions on my phone, yet I still…

Citric Acid

Reading Time: 2 mins “An artist who aims at perfection in everything achieves it in nothing.” -Eugene Delacroix An artist is one who creates and communicates through a variety of means. Lately, like many, I find myself standing in the way of my own path and pushed into a corner. A corner where I cannot…

Salty Breezes for Dry Lungs

I still have dreams of the blue waves I once called my proximity. My ears ring with the buzzing of young minds passing time on Central Avenue. My fingers trace the fabric of the church chairs as I pray on my knees. These hips begin to ache at the squeeze of swings, breathing in air…

Metamorphic Stone

The space between our fingers grow. Two hands loosening grip, Drifting to new beginnings. Even in the distance your Eyes remain clear. At least in my mind. I hold on, Though our palms no longer touch.   My heart’s compass starts to spin. Craving a love In the shape of a cross. I must focus…

Intergalactic Traveler

Carrying you always, As your sweet spirit Sifts through the stars. A soul of dynamite, Temporarily enveloped by silent sleep,   Images of you Swim in my head. Each sentiment: A tidal wave washing over me.   You smell of the ocean– Hair radiating sunshine. Unshakeable sand, Forever sticking with me.   I hear your…

Details in Dallas

City lights slowly wake up, Smiling all around me. I’m reminded of Childhood dreams: Fancy suits and dazzling skirts, Strut up and down town. Youthful hearts race To the top of every glass tower. Architecture stretches their long fingers, Barely touching the sky Like I always wanted to. Here I am, Resting in this humidity….

Plead for Intimacy

Need to be more diligent in writing, this one is a couple of years old. Sometimes the productivity of me writing is editing and reviving the hidden poems. Not all old news is forgotten. ———————+—————————+———————— Open your mouth and speak. My ears yearn for your voice. Tell me all your secrets, Your random memories, Your…

Tears of Yours, Tears of Mine

Because lately poetry has finding me when I’m supposed to be engaged at my internship. ———-+———-+———- Baby please don’t cry Let me sing you a lullaby I know you’re shy But tell me why The expression on your skin: abide With how I feel inside These hearts don’t you know will soon collide But honey…

Breathing a Breeze

I cannot get enough, these outdoor songs draw me in —–+—–+—– What is it about the sky that causes me to feel my individuality? How does this breeze surround me when I feel alone? The soft tones of this evening Mesmerize and relax me I could almost tell you anything Irregular waves clap at the rhythm…

Oh yet again

Finding old gems, flipping through old memories. ————–+———-+————- This feeling Exploding notion Somehow slips down my shirt Slick and warm Slow yet consistent Wrapping its being Around my chest Once again All too familiar Fingerprints retraced Nervous and excited Yet slightly unforgiving Old memories on repeat Images of bliss Carefree and enticing Tasteful to this…

Ode to 2016

Simple and short Not poetic Just organized words. ———+————-+——— Blessed to know that I am loved Immensely more than than I realize Blessed under a God that saves me …and helps me to give when I have nothing left Blessed to live in this century In this country To be unashamed of my color, race,…

Endure

This poem is a little bit older, but this is a result of experimenting with romantic poetry. It’s not my most comfortable genre, but with one’s life comes many emotions to influence one’s literature. Written by the water, in cooler weather, after finals. ———-+———+———- I’m knocked over by a wave Every time you’re around My…