that perfect glimpse

the fresh smell
of a newly
laid mattress
on a perfectly assembled
bed frame roams
in the air

filling the room
with the virtuosity
of what only money
can buy.

a single glimpse
catches the painted
reflection of a newly
furnished life.

there’s nothing wrong
with that glimpse.
it’s all you’ve
always wanted to be.

silence.
utter silence.

and then you hear
a water drop traveling
down, reaching for
the sink,
to be in touch
with something it
belongs to.

or maybe your heart
wants it to be
that way.

this is what
loneliness
looks like.

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.

Life’s a pitch

I met
this old woman
one time
at a bus stop.

“do you got money to
get me home?”
she asked.

I checked. no cash.
I shrugged.

her heavy eyes looked at me
full of cynical sly and
a broken smile,
and said,

“life’s a pitch.”

she couldn’t pronounce her ‘b’s.

Coffee

“What do you want?”

I wondered, as I looked
right at the question.

I thought of many things
they never put on the menu.

like a job, a truck,
food, always more food,
a little gas money, an expensive guitar,
more open roads, less speed limits.

freedom.

time.

things they can’t give me.

“By the way, I like your hair.”

I’d rather take coffee than
compliments right now, I thought
to myself.

Just coffee, I replied.

“And how would you like it?”

Black – like my soul.

Creative freedom

Never take advice from someone working in corporate.
Chances are,
they don’t value their creative freedom
over things like money,
status, appearance and other shiny stuff.

They will never know
what creating something freely feels like.

It’s not living
a dream, it’s living
a lie.

http://www.theminimalists.com/quit/

Truth

“Rather than love,
than money,
than fame,

give me truth.”

― Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Sleeping at last

I see those stars,

Far away in the sky,

Shining like uptown bars,

Only if I can fly,

I’ve been there before,

But couldn’t ever catch one,

It was all smoky for sure,

My paper couldn’t even buy a ton,

These years turned me all red,

I guess I was all alone,

Always listened to messed up head,

From skin, now I’m only bone,

It all caught up, but now it’s past,

Screw it, I’m finally sleeping at last…