Working in a room
Sunlight streaming through windows
I miss my students.

I succumb to dark
No longer resist sleep : that's
Inevitable

A horror story
Of the American brand
Miss you already

If I was a #fool
I'll have #married for #money
Instead of for #love

To fold the clothing

Or not to fold the clothing 
That is the question.

Let me tell you things
The deepest part if my heart
Awed you know them too.

I'm treading lightly
My heart will not get caught up
In someone else's

Let's have a great day
After all it's #Saturday
#Love it up. Let go.


#Confidence beaming 
So revel while it's lasting 
#Hips are here to stay

Feeling the #homesick
From #cloudy skies in #daytime
To the #skyline: mine.

Update: November
I'm finally home. This is
what love is, Bobby.

Update: November
It's already December
Time flies when you work.

A new old fashioned
love story. Always
Always: You, Me, We.


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I am the daughter of a quiet mind
who always dreamed
Reached for what she could not see.
She leaped forth uninhibited
and beautiful.
She shook her hips
with abandon
with the outcasts of society.
God, how she wanted the world to know
just how happy she was.
And when they heard her call,
they responded.
The world brought this beauty
out of her.
The world brought this beauty
out of here.

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I want to proclaim to the gods
What I cannot say to you
Because you,
You are my kryptonite
And the closer I get to you
The closer I get to my own demise.
I despise what has become of us
To no fault but my own
I let you go
Because I couldn't let you know
How weak I was to you...
I had a poise to maintain.

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Monday, September 29, 2014 Posted in | , , , , | 0 Comments »

Take a minute
or a dollar and eight cents
to make sense
of the distribution of wealth
that's no distribution of wealth...

Four quarters
One nickle
Three pennies

Just some change...
I just want some change...

One penny for the people who made the cup (since it already costs less than one cent to make it anyway)
One penny for the people who made the straw (and the paper around it)
One penny for the company who put it in my hand, since that's the easiest part
One nickle for the service charge
One quarter for the farmer who raised the cow
That made the cream
One quarter for the person who harvested the sugar
One quarter for transport of all these products to my local McDonald's
and finally
One quarter for the family that owns the farm that grew the beans that made my coffee.

Can you imagine the possibilities?
Can you imagine the probability?

The distribution of wealth
is unattainable
because somewhere along the way,
someone got greedy,
But I'm not pointing any fingers.
Then again,
Maybe I'm just a pessimist.

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Monday, June 23, 2014 Posted in | , , , , | 0 Comments »

Help me know that I’m alive.
That my blood still runs through my veins, hot.
Do my pupils dilate at the sight of you?
Do my hands shake when you touch me?
I need you to run your hands on me like a blind man reading Braille
Because every shiver
Every quiver
Is because of you.
Forgive me if my lines
Break funny
Or my sentences
Seem abrupt
It’s been a long time since I’ve been here.
Here, in this place
Thinking of you
And everything you do to me.
No matter how long I try to avoid it
ignore it,
It’s always waiting
Right outside my door
Waiting for me
To turn around
And come running back
To collapse
Into your arms.
Because you,
You make me feel
Like coffee in the morning
Or the first outdoor dinner in the spring.
You have the power to make me feel at home
In a world of unknown.
You make my eyes
Catch fireflies
While my stomach 
catches butterflies.
It’s all the little things
That you do to me
That make me love you so much.

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Do you remember when our souls touched?
When it was almost too much for mine to bear?
You came alongside me
And you held my hand.
I love you in that moment
I love you for that night.
I will never say "I loved"
Because that would be a lie.
Because I still love you
Like that childhood memory I visit in the middle of the night.
Though you're not with me,
I can still feel the joy from when my heart smiled
On to you.
When you get up and the beds still warm.
I will hold strong to that memory
Until we can make more.
Because remember when's are always better than what if's
No matter how much it hurts to never forget
How you held my hand
Kissed my forehead
Made me your only one
Remember when
I was yours
And you were mine
For that fraction of a second
In our lives?
I do. I won't forget.
I won't regret.

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If you want to hear my soul sing,
You won't hear a sound.
Look into my eyes when I'm the only one around.
There's a glisten in the corner
When the sun catches my iris
You can see through to my ancestors
When Ra joined Isis
Who joined with Osiris
To protect the Gods and so I will protect you.
Just so long as you promise
That your eyes will always smile,
Summon me with the rhythm of your heart beat
Whether my head is on your chest or I am half way around the world.
Call and I will respond
When my drum will intertwine with yours
Keeping in time with your beat
Across plains, a call and response
Across a room, a starting contest...
Even when the room is silent,
You can still hear my soul sing for you.

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Take in your hands the delicacy of the confidence that has been discovered only in recent times, find it in the stillness of my body when I stand in front of you with everything to give and nothing to lose.. See it in the corner of my eye when I look at you with intent and waiting for what is subsequent... Feel it in the way that my hands memorize your face, shoulders, and study the way your veins in your arms trace paces to the palms of your hands.. When my fingers gently hold yours, feel the confidence that has been newly found, and revel in it. With love, Vida

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Saturday, February 1, 2014 Posted in | , , , , , , , , , | 0 Comments »

And your picture reminded me
of that warm Spring day
on the platform of the subway.
4 train to be exact.
I miss that concrete
the way it gave off heat
the same way I did
when the sun hit.
I'll never feel it the same
as I did in NYC when the summer came
and there you are
still standing,
waiting for the train.
The air is hot and heavy...
...how appropriate.
I stood to stare at you-
watch the sweat
bead down your forehead
right before your hand wiped it away.
You never saw me,
I was behind my sunglasses
Usually they'd be off by now...
...My tanktop
Clung to me
my skirt danced with the summer breeze
the way I wished you could dance with me
When the sun goes down
As we can pass the summer nights together.
But for now,
All I have is you
Standing
Waiting
on the 4
at high noon
in the Spring.

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Don't leave me out, push me away.
Make me your dove and float me away.
Wish me out of your dreams,
& wish me out of existence.
The only way the I alive is because you love me.
You've made me the way I am.
Like a scripture written in ink
Stained the paper in an irreversible way...

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Listen to my voice and let it take you back to the place that I remember. Where the highest floor of a building in the projects is your top of the world that is touched by steam that rises above the rooftops to the skyline bathed in early morning sunlight. Above the city, on the top of those buildings, before shadows overcome the streets, you can speak to the dawn, where black meets purple meets red meets blue meets you... Acquaint yourself with each, for in time they will all become a delightful sun soaked sky, but you'll still miss those colors... much like i missed the opportunity to tell you how the way you run your hand across my cheek helps me know I'm alive. and the way that you look at me breathes life into my very soul... You are the reason I wake up in the middle of the night and wonder why the space next to me is empty. I always meant to tell you that the weight of your arms on my shoulders when you wrap your arms around me is what keeps me grounded.
But since I cannot tell you, I will tell it to the sky with every bit of sincerity that I would have said it to your eyes. I will drop to my knees and cry out that it was you who was the one that showed me I was alive. I will thank the sun for warming me since you can no longer do so, and I will thank the breeze for caressing my face just to remind me of you.

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My little birds,
The time has come
You must spread your wings
and fly.
I try to find words
To tell you our time is not done
but you must move onto bigger things
without I.

Do not be scared
Of things you don't know
Please know that it's okay
To raise your hand and ask.
But do take care
To never say "No"
Tomorrow is always another day
to attempt again the task.

Remember this:
Protect each other
You must take on nothing
Alone.
We all exist
with help from one another
But you can do anything
On your own.

I send you out into the world
To take them all by storm.
Stiff upper lip, give them hell
Head in the sky, feet on the floor.

And so, my little bird,
The time has come for me to say
Be courageous, be brave
In your own unique way.

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Flip the script
Take a break
Make a change for the better.
Rest assured
Secure
You'll change this world forever.
With your heart,
Your art,
Your beautiful mind
If you listen with indifference
In time you'll find

The possibilities are endless
You don't have a limit
Reach past the clouds, past the sun, past the stars.
Let the moonlight guide
Your way through the night.
In the end you'll find the reason why.

A collaborative effort
We will give up, never.
Pursuit of life, love and happiness
Get rid of your distress.
Throw it to the wind
And begin again
Breathe in new life
Wipe the dust off the shelf
And in searching find yourself.

Search the depths of your heart,
The deepest corner of your soul
The spark was inside from the start
You can't be afraid to rip apart
Everything you have
Everything you knew
Try to find something within
And make something new.
And when you feel like you have nothing left
I'll be there beside you.

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Wednesday, January 29, 2014 Posted in | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 0 Comments »

My words have become clouded. 

The world that once inspired me, 
now has hampered my creativity. 

My words begin to come in pieces and parts
fragments and incomplete sentences.
As quickly as they come
they are gone.

I cross my heart every night
that God has not taken words from me.
Because he feels
as though I did not utilize them while I had the chance. 

But this.
This is a testament 
to my effort. 
My trying
my tears of frustration,
my memories of when words flowed freely.

Downstream...
They say the top of the mountain is the epitome of ambition.
It's lonely.
I am trying to work my way to the bottom. 
At the top
it is only a creep from the rock
that the water flows.
That is where I am. 
I need to follow the creek
that turns to a stream.
That swells into a river
of words and dancing hands.
That river will carry 
over rocks and sand,
Turbulence,
So that words will become smooth- 
a product of its journey. 
Finally that river will reach its end
its breaking point,
and that same rocks that gave it life
and polished them to perfection
will throw it over the edge. 
A waterfall
where words fall violently
but cannot be stopped,
only captured for a moment,
until they will inevitably rest.
Quietly.
Until they reach their final resting place
in the ocean. 

I have learned to fight the tide,
as it rises and falls with the sun and the moon.
I have made it habit to deny myself 
the pleasure of seeing where the river goes. 

I must lift my feet, 
flow downstream,
and revel in reaching the bottom of the mountain.

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Thursday, January 23, 2014 Posted in | , , , | 0 Comments »

I want to get back to me

and I'm only 23
and I'm more focused on my J. O. B.
And settling debts that I've earned
Through the education that threw me to the world
and mentioned nothing of hopes and dreams
Just settled on stressing me
I want to get back to me.

She was once invincible
To the perils of the world
Time was of no challenge
But now she hides in corners
Writing vigorously
Just to see if she
can get the words down in time.
Like a forgotten memory
she stops mid-sentence
As she becomes lost
in her thoughts.
"I have to get back there" she whispers
to no one.

I've neglected my poetry
ignored the heart on my sleeve
Covered it up so the world won't see
The beauty of my dreams.
What's inside this head of mine
Has flown from me through space and time.
If I close my eyes
I can almost see it
If I wave my arms
I can almost be it
That girl
That dances with words
Makes love to the motion
Of the way her mouth moves
When she lets out emotion.
When she lets out her heart.
When she practices her art.
When her heart's on her sleeve.
I have to get back to me.

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You're familiar to me.
Like a sunny winter's morning.
You rise like the breaths that I take,
and I rise with you.
To the sky, the heavens.
The bitter cold has gripped my being,
But you, who's rays shine upon me.
You keep me warm.
My hands want to write you, invite you into my existence
But I cannot,
I am covered to protect me.
Yet you to comfort me
Simultaneously.

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