Well, I’m alive. Jokes aside, I know how many people have experienced the effects of Irma. I’m still feeling the effects of Irma. I currently am writing this while trying to conserve battery. I have no power for the past 3 days. One can argue that my electric company is the slowest in the world
My boss told me something today as she was telling me about being safe today through text-due to hurricane Irma. I told her, hey maybe it’ll be my time to go, that I endured worst storms than this which is myself, that it was a wonder I was alive. She stopped joking and noticed I
The reality and reflection to change is made when great calamity is ready to strike what you once perceived as safe. In times of crisis we either prepare for the storm or flee, holding dear to what we believe is precious to us. Man believes himself to be in control or that which he once
Seriously, I dont mind opinions, I dont mind we discuss as civilized people about race. Just to clear the air, yes, it is found we came from Africa as the root, as well, I’m a Dominican, chinese guy, with most of his family dark skinned before anyone tries to throw shade. I’ve experienced my fair
2 days behind!!!! Well, I didnt want to write this so late in terms of days but I had to. I don’t really know what it was but I wasn’t feeling it…? Eh? If that could be the right thing to say in this case *laughs hysterically*. But now that I have your attention, it’s
They never tell you that you fall in love with yourself. Now, let me explain before I’m told my narcissism is back in affect. My gaze was met by another and like precious gems, sparkling by a radiance of the light behind them, I could see my reflection. Oceans of emotions waving by as I
Served up 25 to life. Broken plates dished over time. Prison of my mind. Felon guilty of his crimes. Signs to note pieces of the present 26 lines. Sentences compiled with letters under lights. Rights unfollowed in misdirection looking for what’s left. Pressed against bars sitting along the bench. Working out frustrations, pulling up sections.
Hmm…should I use this word here or that word there? Decisions, decisions, decisions. It’s funny really, how we look at the words we write and decide what word “works” best. We spend our time trying to get our points across as writers, bloggers, poets, and etc. Defined by our words it becomes more than descriptions
Seeking the assistance from these systems. Deliverance from my bleeding feelings. Vengeance beating my chest, hearing drums. Songs sung by passion shooting up guns. Triggered by thoughts passing me by in dissaray. Breaking waves as they sway through days, skies turning grey. Never closing my eyes to whispering darkness. Silent light made aware past senses.
Breathe…. It seems I have to remind myself to breathe as of late. I’ve learned how easily it is to blame life. We spend our lives saying that “life” is hard. The reality is life is life, it flows and depending in what we experiencd within it, determines our view of it or perception. I