In 2012 the CEO of Zappos, Tony Hseih, moved his company headquarters to downtown Las Vegas. Where most people saw only tumbleweeds and falling down buildings, Hseih saw the potential for a vibrant cultured artistic tech center where his employees would want to live, work and play. He created the “Downtown Project” and poured millions of dollars into the area around Fremont Street, renovating buildings, opening new restaurants and investing in Life is Beautiful, a yearly festival celebrating inspirational speakers, world famous street artists and Vegas’ top chefs.
Sagging thighs, vein filled calves and wilted tattoos, that’s what I see. And yet, I’m still captivated by you.
Scars of life, stare back at me, and in hindsight, speaks to the pain and pleasure we’ve shared. And now, as breath is far and few in between, I close my eyes and reflect on the memories, we’ve shared.
THE MEMORIES… Continue reading My Body, A Perfect Testimony
I love this poem. I’m not sure how much more I can say that will express just how much my heart is in this poem. I said to myself that when I started contributing to Genre, I would start by sharing my older poems, but now I feel that those will have to wait because the ones I’m writing now, seem to reach a wider audience. I’ve been told that my one line poems hit people right in the heart so I thought I’d share this one because this is my heart. This is how I felt, how I still feel about us. I don’t think I will ever really be able to divulge (at least not on the internet!) who the other half of that ‘us’ is, but I’ll definitely keep writing about him.
When you’re typing something on your phone and it decides on all its smart wisdom to auto-correct your words based on its in-built predictions, it can be a little irritating, right? Although your phone meant well (to make your life easier), you can’t help but tell it to mind its business and just follow your typing orders. Sometimes, we type so fast and tap ‘send’ before realizing that your device has sent a totally different message thanks to its auto-correct feature. Then we have to apologize and blame it on the phone for the misplaced message. How many people can relate? Continue reading Please Don’t Auto-Correct Me!
The wisdom of an oak tree runs deep, the history intimate.
Perhaps you are familiar with how Absalom’s hair led to his demise. Maybe you respect the oak because Zeus chose this mighty tree as his oracle, the centerpiece of the righteous. Based on the rustling of its leaves, priests would interpret messages from the gods. Most likely, though, you revere the oak simply due to the symbolic nature of its strength.
Either way, never fail to recognize the way an oak tree reminds us not only to admire the splendor of its leaves or the tenacity of its trunk but to understand what’s deeper, below the surface: roots connect–no–bond people. The natural ways in which someone is truly rooted to another, the tangle of souls intertwined, simply and completely.
Here lies true wisdom.
So this is what love feels like.
Like all my skin burnt away
and I am barren for you.
Am I beautiful?
This is what it feels like to give.
Like I am walking on a tightrope
you cannot stop shaking.
Am I still beautiful up here?
This is what it feels like to fall.
Like I never needed air, anyways
just a nosedive into nothing.
But I know you think I’m beautiful, right?
This poem started as a one-liner. I’m sure it would’ve been a great hit on my Instagram feed. Looking at this piece now, I Continue reading Keeper