Living On Borrowed Time

art, photography, poems, poetry

Lived longer than expected
Living on some borrowed time
This life isn’t mine
Inside this different side
Seeking a joyride
tonight, despite the past nights
Maybe to spite the last times
Might as well make life worth it
I was deemed unfit
A law abiding
citizen, was not in me
I chose to take my
hands, off the wheel and
Let Jesus take it
Let Satan take it
Let that wheel go where it goes
A wild rose is
Exactly how I rose so
Take me to the dirt
Or lift me to the open
sky, to feel alive
Roll the dice and make it real
Sit and open your virgin
ears, and receive me
Sit and open your tired
eyes, can you see what I feel?
My life is a reel
Of moments, i should be dead
Or still in a room
With multiple beds
I don’t care if you can see
How I really shouldn’t be
Living my best life
I have an ego about Death
I’m only speaking my truth
Drink from the fountain of youth
Until my moment
Tell me you love me
Don’t wait til I’m gone
Darkness comes for me
I do my best to live on

Weird Moods

art, photography, poems, poetry

Weird moods
No direction
Temper tantrums
No sight of tenderness
No sight of gratefulness
Fast to take a compliment easy
Without a care to ever give one out
You’re not really happy
I can tell
Shit What do I know?
I only call it like I see it
If that’s the external
What’s the internal state?
You’re just another person
eating from an empty plate

Weird Moods

Weird Moods

Frida Kahlo de Rivera

art, photography, poems, poetry

“I hope the leaving is joyful; and I hope to never return.” Frida Kahlo de Rivera was a Mexican artist who explored identity, post colonialism, race and social class. An icon for Chicanos while striving to answer what it was to be Mexican and an advocate for resisting the mindset of cultural inferiority.

Mandrágora – Diego Rivera, 1939


photography, poems, poetry, Teen Life

As much potential,
If not more,
Than some of the people through your doors,
I’ve been in this position before,
You call me back and I come in,
I can tell by the language of your body you wanna put me on,
I just killed that shit you’re thinking of bringing me on,

Awaiting another call as a day goes by,
But not certain in the slightest at all,
“At this time we’d like to extend an offer”
I’m calm,
I know this isn’t over,
Rarely is it that easy,
Another day, another call,
Unfortunately I know the outcome of it all,
“Unfortunately, some things have been flagged,
you’re not a good fit”
Unfazed I knew it’d come to this,
They say leave your past behind you,
But sometimes steps towards the future open the door to who you used to be,
Even after becoming a different person entirely,
Welcome to part of the life made harder by choices of a younger me



Sometimes you have to do the things you don’t want to do so you can do the things you want to do. You have to have a reason for doing whatever it is you’re doing. A fitness goal, a travel plan, or a career change. Look internally as to why you’ve thought about taking certain action and be disciplined with your plan to get there dude. The excuses to not do something are always longer than the ones to do it and my favorite ones are “I just wasn’t feeling it” ,“I don’t feel like it”, or “ I need motivation”. Going purely by feelings or motivation is a dangerous game. Motivation/feelings are fickle, they come and go. Be disciplined enough to do what you know you should do when you don’t feel like it. That’s when it counts.

Walk Away

poems, poetry, Teen Life
Walk Away

Walk Away

Walk away from anything not giving you the energy you deserve.

Walk away from connections that drain you. Your energy is sacred and meant to be protected.

Leave in the shadows the empty hearts, minds, and conversations. You have too much depth in your soul to entertain shallow waters.

Leave in the shadows the people pleasers who never choose to acknowledge your worth.

Leave in the shadows connections that steal your peace of mind with their incessant worries or tailspin’s that are unimportant to your life’s purpose.

Walk away from it all and leave it in the shadows.