the Magic

Do you know why NY has never left you?

Because it was magical 

An experience like no other

None of it was planned 

Yet it happened as if the two were actors in a movie 

Following a script that was just too perfect 

From the holding each other close in the rain and running to take the train 

It was all so magical 

The scenes that followed after even more so 

Videos & face times 

The sweetest ever 

Messages and emojis

Between two young kids growing and learning their way in the world 

It will always be special 

It will always be magical and held in a high regard 

Because it will forever be beautiful 

Perhaps other people may miss out on the story 

It may be too good to believe anyway 

But for those two young lovers that lived it 

It will always remain true 

A testament that magic is real 

And that sometimes you just have to let it happen 

So here’s to NY 

The city of love more so than Paris 

Because it happens when you least expect it 

Making you the most thankful for the experiences that follow 

To NY 

Now with some drinks & a smoke 

Bionica

Bearing it All

Sometimes when I write I feel like I’m baring it all for everyone to see

When you’re physically naked it’s like ok well that’s what it is 

But when it’s all emotional–there is just something else there 

Can swirl the butterflies a bit-yes it could be that I just made that up 

But here’s to swirling the butterflies and being a little naked 

Unzipping the jacket that covers the heart… 

Directed to a certain someone that shall remain nameless–

It’s something that I may not admit to you ever 

But maybe I did just fall in love with you after it was all over 

See I felt so many things at once 

It was a wave of emotions and something new that I couldn’t quite process yet

In my mind I had to wait 

I had to have more physical experiences with you 

Not just messages and FaceTime calls 

And when I was with you I felt loved 

Thinking about it now it was almost like a rom-com and we were the main characters 

The two that people are always rooting for because it seems so right 

But though it did 

My mind worked over time and just questioned things 

Asking myself ‘can this really be?’

Perhaps it could have 

It really could have 

But at a slower pace 

To really see how things could be 

But then life happened and the messages became less and less 

To the point that what I sent wasn’t lost in space, just left unanswered 

And I would have completely understood if you would have told me that you met someone 

I would have sent you well wishes because you’re great and you deserve it 

But you didn’t say anything 

And I respected and still do respect your silence 

With admiration for the relationship you have now 

Because I really do want you to be happy 

I feel that I could tell you I love you looking you straight in the eyes 

Not because I want you to overthink your relationship or push me away completely 

But because I genuinely want you to love 

To have that beautiful relationship that sprouts when two people meet and work together 

To make things better, learn from each other and continue growing every day in love and so many other good things 

However I won’t say that to you 

I won’t say anything at all 

I’ll let my words stay on a page 

Maybe say them one day, imagining that they reach your ears 

And that you know that I want you to be happy 

Feeling the love vibes that I’m sending you 

Knowing that its a different friendship between me and you…

Bionica 

My NY

 But what are you doing to my NY?

To my happy place and that of so many others?

To the place where dreams are made of and magic flows in all directions with infinite possibilities 

The place where without a passport you are able to go from China to Italy taking a few steps from Baxter St to Mulberry St

Where a drive to Brooklyn can be a trip to the islands without hopping on a plane to get some authentic coco bread as if you were in Jamaica 

Taking it over to Bay Ridge you are romantically enthralled by the enchantment of the Middle East in kebabs and kanafeh 

The place where I learned that tinga is a Mexican dish very different from my word of choice with a p instead of a t 

The place that has sprinkles from all over the world within the boroughs 

To my favorite place at Christmas time 

Where the storefront displays market love and unity by bringing so many people together 

Why are you looting the dreamland?

Looting in now way makes anything right 

Neither does throwing a tantrum nor kicking and screaming as we have learned as children 

In kindergarten we were taught that love gets us further than anything else 

And now at a time where love needs to be expressed most 

People are making it scarce 

Reflecting anything but and losing sight of the important thing 

Humanity 

Humanity is what’s important and coming together as a people to bring forth understanding 

Separating yourself from love can be self sabotage 

Almost like a good branch that would snap itself off a tree 

It just doesn’t do any good 

To make a point clear, hold hands and show unity in kindness 

Reacting with love, let the tears roll down the face and cleanse the inside as it must 

But don’t fill yourself with anger 

It will do you no good and take away from your magic… 

Bionica

What could have been...

Like everyone else in the big city
She was in a social rush to look busy and important
However just as the machine spit out her new Metro card
She couldn't help but notice him
With that air of mystique
Looking like Clark Kent
In his squared framed glasses
Clean shaven face
Dark and amazing hair
White tee shirt for that underrated simplicity of chicness

It also helped that he was about 6'3
So she looked right at him and then left
Before making her descent down to the humid platform
Where the number one was drawn it in white against a bright red dot
On the edge of the platform was a yellow line from end to end
One that highlighted what could be the danger zone
In the absence of a train

But she didn't notice
Because as she made her way into the cart
Clark Kent was a somehow a few steps ahead
And walked in front of her

Inside the silver tube
The orange and yellow plastic seats invited her to sit down
Yet knowing she should, she didn't
She stood against the ever sliding doors
So as to be able to glance at her right
Into the eyes of Mr. Kent

He said nothing
But still he looked at her
The woman from across the train was friendly
And went over to make conversation
As this happened, Mr. Kent listened intently
Trying to find as much information as possible

But nothing too personal was said
Therefore it was going to be a little harder for him to trace her later
Her new friend's stop cam and off she went
His stop came and so he went
Her stop was next and off she went

Off to wonder what could have been
If perhaps Mr. Kent would have said hello
Or if she would have simply asked him to saver her
With a smile and a stretched out arm
In which her card would be on her hand
With her phone number for him to call…
-Bionica

In the Jungle

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Yes the commute can be a hassle, but she loves it

She loves being able to wake up in the morning 

Knowing that she is about to enter the world 

Full of glowing outfits and different tourists

It's the possibility of new friends that moves her

The nuisance of movies being filmed that redirect the traffic 

The cabbies that prefer to drop you off at their convenience 

When you are clearly paying for them to drive you!

It's that daily argument between those coming and going across the street

The constant rush of bags swooshing against bodies 

Shoes patting and heels clacking across the floor 

She enjoys taking it all in and seeing how life just never stops 

How one island can hold so much difference at once 

It's a world within itself 

A culture to be experienced 

But more than that, to be enjoyed

It's the concrete jungle 

And she wouldn't change it for the world!

-Bionica