Les Textos

“Will 2025 be anything like today?”

“I feel like I need some coffee. Even though I don’t feel tired at all. I want coffee. I feel like I need. Does that make sense?”

“How do you know what you want? Is it a thought, hmmm I want that. OR is it an insatiable urge. I need that!”

“To be sure that I remember how to write, I often sit down in odd places and just write. About anything.”

Blank

A blank page lets you write what you
want
A blank canvas lets you paint what you
want
A blank room lets you decorate it like you
want
A blank house lets you design it like you
want
A blank office lets you organize it like you
want
A blank world doesn’t
exist
A blank life lets you change the one we live
in
A blank _______ lets you do whatever you
want
Just choose a
blank.


Watching that ticking Clock

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Time passes us by
When we aren’t looking

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
The key is is
that life is too short

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Yet we still play these
Games

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
We can’t ever cut
right to the chase.

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Don’t ever look 
at the clock

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Waste your time
playing games

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Do that, and
your life won’t ever come back.

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Go. Waste.
That’s what we all do.

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Waste. Those precious
Seconds.

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Seconds that can
change your life

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Completely.

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
And Forever.

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

Tick. Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

 

The Coffee Shop

His cold face stared down at the open book that lay on the table. The white headphones stood out against his black t-shirt. They were connected to his iPod that also lay on the table –that too was black. His hair was short but looked as if it has grown out from the almost clean-shaven haircut he had gotten a month or so ago. Like his hair, his beard had grown out too. Both were a blonde brown color. The brown being the more prominent of the two. He looked for a single moment towards the clock on the side wall. He was sitting in a small cafe. That was quite unlike a Starbucks you see on every street corner. Quiet, just what he wanted. Other than his coffee of course. Which was black, no milk or sugar. Just the way he liked it. He rarely felt the need to get up or speak to anyone. This was his time and he wasn’t going to waste it spending time with people who he didn’t care about and ones he would never see again. He just wanted to read. Something he hadn’t found time to do in the past. Something that he didn’t like. So he decided that his mid-day break would be his and his alone. No one else’s. He’d only move to refill his water bottle or speak on to ask for more coffee. Other than that, all he would do is read. He wouldn’t let anything get in his way. No unnecessary phone calls, no iPhone apps to distract him. It would be him, his book and his music. The music helping to drown the world out. Helping him to throw himself into the book; into the character’s head. Escape from his life. Not that his was bad. But everyone needs a break sometimes. A bit of peace within the chaos that is life. So he would use this place, this cafe whose name he did not know, to give him that bit of peace. To keep him sane in this cutthroat world of ours. If we don’t there’s always that risk of crossing the line from sanity to insanity.

Inspiration

A beautiful girl
Dark curls caress her soft nape
When will I see her?

Chocolate eyes –
Deep and full, draw me closer
taking me away

Her pink lips
glistening in the moonlight
taste of strawberry

A woman’s body –
bare, smooth and supple
Pure perfection