•July 2, 2013 • 1 Comment

and faces
fade out

I turn
at the alarm

another day
duties ahead
hours pass

every action
a drop
into ambition
keep learning

Fishing and Being Fished

•June 20, 2013 • Leave a Comment

The advent of the internet has changed human existence in a very drastic way. That’s something that no one can debate against. Recently, I’ve been caught up in two phenomenons that are directly spawned from the internet: job boards and online dating.

Local economies are much more linked to the global economy through the internet. Anyone who has applied for a job across long distances can attest to this fact. It’s a market that has a very basic and necessary function – to match people with the right talents and skills with companies that can use them well. All three sides win: the person gets a fulfilling career, the company gets a valuable employee, and the job board rakes in money from millions of people using it everyday. The only potential downside is that, since people have to relocate, that takes a lot of energy and effort, both monetarily and psychologically.

Online dating also takes a lot more energy than anyone who hasn’t tried it can guess. It is its own market, and its own economy, where one’s wealth is defined by one’s physical attractiveness, ability to write a creative personal essay, and carry on conversations with complete strangers. The idea is to match individuals with other individuals of the correct gender/sexual orientation, interests and outlooks about existence. Then everyone can date around for a while to find The One, if you believe in such a thing. Only people who used the system for longer than a few weeks can understand the decision-making processes behind sifting through people (unless you are a human resources manager, then you sift through applications all the time).

Both processes involve browsing people’s profiles. An online dater’s first message is akin to his cover letter. Then, if and when both sides meet, then people are evaluated. I find that both processes involve using similar skill sets, especially when people get to either the first date or the interview. It is a whole science based on the presentation of oneself. Self marketing involves fashion choices, a person’s demeanor, and finally, the way one’s words come across. As both a human being and a recent graduate, these things are very important for me to think about, because they will determine my future.

Now I suppose I may be a bit ambitious, reaching for both a great career and love at the same time. I believe my quality of life is heavily tied into those two pursuits, and so I’m trying my best – as, I assume, is everyone else my age (27). It is not just that the companies and these men are evaluating me, but I am examining them as well. It is like fishing: I serve as my own bait, cast out into the sea. I have so many profiles: Facebook, LinkedIn, OKCupid, Zoosk. Then I have edited my resume into three different versions and written so many cover letters. I put myself out there, fishing for the right company and right man. They are out there, fishing for perfect employees and the love of their lives.

Work hard, play hard. Cheers to our goals and desires! I’ll drink (orange juice) to that.

Searching for Nowhere

•May 15, 2013 • 1 Comment

in the busy eyes of strangers,
it is enormously easy to become
an organic machine:

when speech conveys only orders without
real regard for individual well-being
everyone is a cog in another organization
serving this entity named “society”

so I look to the sky, seeking
depth, soul, meaning, salvation
within the stars – giant balls of gas –
perhaps evidence of a higher power

and for a reminder that human strife
whatever we feel and do, our existences
are so miniscule to the universe,
the forces of chaos who control nothing

Contented Chaos

•May 1, 2013 • Leave a Comment

with a purple Bandaid sealing off
a hangnail on my ring finger, a metaphor
for my romantic life, to be sure
I mutter to the plentiful oxygen and
generous sunlight that, such wonder

no one could love me more
than the siblings loneliness and chaos
so practiced are they at surrounding me
that I feel I need almost no one else
for now, food, sleep and cleanliness
are enough, maybe a little more stimulation
but only of the mind and imagination

so very modern, to ride home to my cat
only he would I come home to,
as he decides to stare from his chair
or actually stretch his furry lithe body
to greet my excited tone and petting hand

the world is one’s oyster
so full of emptiness, beautiful sky
rolling lands of yonder
and oceans deeper and more vast
than anything a mere human like me
could ever understand
how could all of this not be enough?

Introvert Bubbled, Not Turtled

•April 22, 2013 • Leave a Comment

floating off of a shiatsu’ed stress
before a handful of hours of sleep
all the sound seems so far away
kicked outside the bubble of music

I fear this is my mind imploding
hinging on the lyrics of heartbreak
pausing on edge, another transition
it’s not that kind of drama
the world opens, and everyone is lost

to their own ambitions
don’t ask me, I don’t know
this building has held me
for over thirteen hours
a ghostly clutch, a siren of idealism

takes so much energy to dream
if allowed to sleep, I’ll hold hope
on my own

Motes Over the Hearthfire

•April 11, 2013 • Leave a Comment

those aether words can only be heard
when silence embraces the inside space.

spark! a surprise when, despite the noise,
my muse comes knocking – this time, red
pigtails¬†sticking sideways out of ring mail –

revealing youth on fire, bleeding pathos
on all that heals, and all that hurts
gladly extending a hand to Hamlet
that bitter adolescent, made old by pain

and my ginger friend, seething complaint
on the woes of data entry. a morning full
of beautiful art: hello, my muse, welcome
and thank you for shaking me awake


•March 29, 2013 • Leave a Comment

he had screwed shut the face
of the portal, and Anna could not
go either in or out

the window said “Your browser
disabled all cookies. Please enable”
but we knew from the portal’s sad colors
that something was lying to us

Anna sent me in, and I wiped
the dirt from the portal
toggling at the lever, its settings
to no avail. I searched for
antivirus, and was blocked

then I knew the enemy
for what he is. I employed my USB
soldier, a ninja to sneak in CCleaner
and so the duel began

he metastasized. I held my AVG Free
bazooka, shot and fired – hit a few
who refused to stay down. Cast revive
on Microsoft Security Essentials

when his bits kept stretching
from the interface like zombie hands,
I took out my final sniper – Spybot:
Search and Destroy – it found him
in the face, and he screamed, crippled

while I wiped system32 of the portal
of his blood and guts, deleting all copies.
Spybot immunized the portal:
it will be protected for a good while

I restarted the portal several times,
just to see. Shines like a mirror
and give it back to Anna, who is
grateful it didn’t take longer
while I go to my own portal, to gloat


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