"textarea" poems
Looking back to the hidden days
I remember the hide and seek we denied we played
The absent days of distracted focus of thought.
I loved my yesterday a bit
It's reminds me of my binary dilemma of you.
Yesterday grows into today
And as I join the conference of thoughts
About the pain we passed through,
Though you, yesterday, brought them to me,
I shall consult today for my memory cleansing.
Even though, when I use yesterday to scratch the face of today for the hope of seeing tomorrow,
All I see is the moving pictures of yesterday
Looping through the blocks of codes of today.
But, I have to create
I have to debug
I have to call the functions of a peaceful lines of codes
written in my moments of distress.
Today, I clean my textarea
Willing to let go of yesterday's buggy loops
Willing to put my fingers into creative coding of my binary dilemma.
Maybe today will not return yesterday.
This I hope, as today, I crossed into a new line of moments.
willing to let go of my yesterday's buggy loops.
Willing to write a new loop of hopeful love.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Ten months and counting
Days of nights still boozing
All fingers as busy as never before
I don't miss my bronze days
Cos I'm living in golden days
Behind the blue screen
Codes of codes
flying into the editor's textarea
I'm glad as never before
Cos my golden moments are now
Behind the blue screen
And my fingers never get distracted.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC