I've Seen - April 28, 2018

I’ve seen tears fall
From the face of a giant,
A hint of desperation
In the pleas of a king,

An attempt to forgive
The guilt-tripping violent,
Their genuine surprise
That neither learned a thing.

The wishes of a mother
Remain whispers in the wind,
And the riches of the world
In the words of humbled men.

Back In Business - March 28, 2018

It’s been a few years since I’ve touched my old poeti.codes site. I’ve learned quite a lot since then; I’m no longer reliant on JQuery, and I’m obsessed with crazy-fast response times. The perfect time to start over from scratch.

Here’s a rough outline of what’s powering Poeticodes now:

  • Hugo: A versatile static-site generator that supports several different templating engines.
  • Forestry: A content-management system designed specifically for Hugo & Jekyll, so that it’s easy to update in the future.
  • Turbolinks: This essentially AJAXifies the entire site. You’ll no longer have full-page loads when navigating, which takes an already-pretty-fast static site up a few notches.
  • IPFS: With every git push, a hook script runs to publish and pin the entire site on my InterPlanetary File System node, because a decentralized web will be the future.

Together, it creates a ridiculously fast website with over 100+ pages that I can easily manage and will survive the crash of our centralized internet.

Fooling With Famitracker - March 28, 2018

Here are two tracks I made in FamiTracker that I’m actually a bit proud of! They were probably written back in 2011.

You can check out the raw .ftm file here, which you would open in Famitracker to see all of the notes laid out.

Same as above, you can check out the .ftm file here.

Escape - March 20, 2018

A student stood at the curb
Waiting for his ride to arrive.

I hurried my way back home.

Our paths would collide.

Discomfort arose
From this momentary presence.

We hid in our phones
To escape ourselves
And everything else unpleasant.

Asphyxiate - March 10, 2018

I stopped myself
To take a breather,

But I took it far too late.

My reluctant lungs
Could hardly handle

The second-hand sadness
Yours create.

Each blessing that falls
Into your hand

Soon meets its match
And asphyxiates.

Rose - February 13, 2018

I thought my heart was broken,
Or its voice far too soft-spoken
Until I walked past by a grave.

It was normally unkempt and bare,
But today a rose sings it a prayer:
A somber song their lover gave.

Act - February 10, 2018

You have been hypnotized
By the Siren’s song.
You looked into her eyes
For far too long.

Any action you take
Won’t be for you.
Any action she takes
Will be your cue.

But if it’s truly your desire,
Is the cage we see your castle?
If you took on the role yourself,
Is the stage now worth the hassle?

Haiku #14 - February 5, 2018

He walks a long ways.
He would have ran, but running
Is conspicuous.

Haiku #15 - February 5, 2018

No cause for concern!
If you raise one concern now,
It breeds too much more.

Haiku #16 - February 5, 2018

She felt like garbage
And I, attached like a leech,
Felt about the same.