A ride in the metro
is always an adventure.
Getting coins for departure.
Waiting for the trains.
with baggage in hands.
Roughed up buns.
Messed shirts.
Oversized sweaters.
skinny jeans.
converse shoes.
Green bag.
Glasses on.
earphones in.

The metro runs like a bird
running for rescue
of her child in trouble.
Blows off all the hair.
trying to gather balance,as
it almost blew me off.

getting in is a mission.
for first timers like me,
we like to be polite
and let others get in
and get out
before we could.
even if it meant you have to
wait for another to come in.


Getting in was an
ACCOMPLISHMENT.
with all people staring at you.
like you are welcomed as
an angel in hell.
i manage to get a hold of a handle.
surviving till your stop is
horrendous.
ranging from
smelly armpits
to foul smelled oiled hair
to watching cheap gel
used on scanty hair,
to seeing weird chick humming songs
as if nobody;s watching them lip sync
as if they were
auditioning fro their life's
biggest concert
to people staring you
like you'll just get *****,
to guys reading scandalous and
****** news
deeply interested
to people who like it
when girls fall on them.

Its a funny trip.
to girls talking about how
romantic is their friend's boyfriend
to couples getting an excuse
to get close to each other
and holding hands.
Wow.


A metro ride is
a new adventure
altogether.
everyday.New people.
New places.
New experiences.
NEW life.
NEW everything.

I liked it today.
for a change.
sigh.

Your tear drops hit the floor like glass
and everything you loved has passed.
There's a new found ache in your heart,
and it gnaws and claws you apart.
You feel the new year has brought you dead ends,
and you're too tired from last year to pretend.
Fighting for this will they say you own,
but you're standing on the battlefield alone.
This day does not end in laughs and smiles,
no it ends in tests and trials.
Measuring the strength you've been forced to show,
you can't hide it anymore because now they know.
You saw God crying in the face of your enemies,
and that gave you strength to fight endlessly.
Anywhere you would've followed the horizon,
but now you can rest your head,
for now you're done.

I find its amazing how something so small could create something twice as beautiful as the sunset on a summer day.  
Something so meaningful as the declaration of independence,  something so powerful,  that the moment you see them, you secretly shed a tear & thank God for creating life itself.

The day I received those two beautiful red roses,  I thought about Nikki Giovanni "still I rise"
As I stand there eye to eye with the roses,  I felt growth,  progression & happiness manifesting.

That was the day   you whisper in my ear" I love you"
I was so lost in the moment.

Days went by & I realized i
I forgot to put the roses in water.

And just like we needed love, so did the red roses.
I tried to repair it's images to the plant I once seen as beautiful.

Day my day we haven't talk & the roses lost life.
Just like you disappeared, so did the petals .
The only thing that reminds was a steam with root.

I see you to be my red rose
The roots symbolized growth
The steam was the foundation
& what was missing was the petals that brought everything to life.

So on that day our  love died, part was still alive,  not in such good condition. .but it was still with me.

I drained the water, trashed the stream & collected the roses peddles that was no longer red.
They were darker then a funeral attire.
Just part of me felt if I buried you deep down that maybe the thought of you will dye and reincarnated into something else beautiful & find your way back to me in a new disguise.

Then I realized this was a lesson,  reincarnated into a blessing.
R.I.P to the red rose and long live your memories , I'll never forget you or the feelings you once give to me.

Eyelash powder flowing  loosely
As the window of wishes  is dusting the breeze
Fingertips with scars that one cannot see
Lips  that shudder with waves of pills
  Swallowing a maze that  one cannot  follow
Malicious  force  when one is weak

No Matter How Frigid The Air May Get,
The Stars Will Always Shine Bright