cheers darlin’
here’s to you
my last toast of
dark hot brew
after the summer sky
dies, and words in
my blood
become cold and
wise
i will drink
you to freeze
myself, just like
those alive and
broken few.
Month: January 2017
horizons.
Only when you’re
looking
at the waves
crashing on the shore
and the sun flirting
with horizon
that you realize
nothing’s bigger
with the power to
stretch that horizon
even further
but your thoughts.
Equations
hundreds of equations
thousands of words
a million contradictions
fact and so-called fiction
but only
a tiny idea
where in
all this
i fit, with
your jazz.
Blame it on me
i saw her fingers
move across her
face, trying
aimlessly to rescue
her hair
from their freedom.
the hair was
free, but she
blamed it
on the gravity.
so it seemed.
her face reflected
the white light
of her screen.
glowing, she was
but she blamed it
on electricity.
or so it seemed.
her glasses kept
sneaking down
an inch or so
without seeking her
permission.
it was all
beautifully framed,
but she blamed it on
design.
or so it seemed.
and i just
kept
looking.
she had nothing
to blame that on.
it was all
my fault.
Cappuccino
I saw a steamy
hot cappuccino
waiting, in front
of me.
soon enough, her
owner held her up
and the series of
unfortunate events
started.
click. YAAASSSS. post.
“hold it like this.”
“look lost, like
you’re thinking about
how good it is.”
damn right, she is
pretty good.
beautiful, indeed.
few more click and
taps later, the hearts
started pouring in.
sadly enough, the noise
of her owner’s escape
blinded the silent art of
a hot brew.
I felt bad.
for her.
for she wasn’t
warm inside
anymore.
Eternity
sip slowly on the
grainy bay, lean back
and look at the
infinite sky,
hear the horizon boast
of marking the end and
how the sun stretches
it to eternity.
then smile, knowing
that eternity is
at the bottom of your glass.
How we do with our eyes closed
the familiar jazz
of lips, and hands
held tight. we sway
through this theme as
the stolen light
of this night.
falling apart like
sky, do not apologize
for change, you are
nature without
curtains.
in the face of naked
you hide your pieces
but your truth is
softer when we
winter.
like every line we
color, we can hear
each other’s song
and hold, the way
fingers grip a match
till it gasps into the dark
and they can hold the
flame
no long.
Just maybe
I like
the idea of
sipping in
your scents of
amber, and
lime
while I
soak the bitters
of your controlled
desires
climbing slowly
down your lips
hide you away
in my secret recipe
and turn your
secrets into a
private delicacy.
A friend’s story
I began my study at FCC (CodeCamp) on December 17, 2015. I studied my ass off and 290 days later on October second I was employed as a web developer with Verizon.
I came from the gutter. When I began I had not a penny to my name, no income whatsoever, and I was living at my in-laws’ house, and had no idea where my life would go.
Now I make more money than 90% of Americans. Not to brag, though. I give my money to my misses because she’s never had anything and has always been so deserving. I give my money to my mum because she has never had anything nice. I pay my brother over $1,000 a month to study at FCC so that he too will be able to enjoy life one day.
I’m 100% broke half way through each pay period because I found something I love doing so much that I don’t want for anything anymore, and don’t even care to keep money in my pocket. I just want to code and see to it that those that do yearn for more can have a chance to at it.
So yeah, “me me me me me, look at me”. I did it. And I’m not telling you this so that you idolize me or think “wow, that dude is rich” or “that dude is a great guy.” I tell you this because I want you to know it is possible. I don’t want you to quit because the dream seems unattainable.
I’ve seen it dozens of times. Don’t be a statistic, friend! Be a success.
black, and unmisted
i am
black, and
exact.
no notions.
no mist.
no hail.
no judgement.
just plain, ol’
black.
whatever i hear
i swallow.
the same moment.
just as it is,
unmisted.
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