Monday, May 22, 2017

Take A Sip and Let the Rest Come Easy

Coffee Shops, Series, Writing, and Waiting

By: Wilfredo DJ P. Martin IV

What’s with it and the smell of a coffee shop? Why is the default feeling being associated with something? That first sip for example, will remind you of the first flavor of a first date. That label in the cup is associated with the taste, not with the frustration of your misspelled name. The vibe of the place is a cornerstone of something profound and something substantial- different people, different story- same sentiment, same meeting place.
             
I asked a girl once, wait no; she asked me once if we could have coffee or something. To be honest, I preferred ‘or something’ to begin with. But that is a basic human trait, to associate meet-ups on a coffee shop because such association can be leveled into a common ground. I agreed. I liked this girl and back then I thought meet-ups on coffee shops would lead into something profound and substantial. Well, it did. Thank God it did.
            
I once went on a coffee shop to scan my forsaken lessons of my ill-written notes on my empty notebook and reference materials. I did not actually focus on the writings on my notes rather I saw the markings on the wall and the antique-like articles and objects around. There’s always a default song genre playing as well- jazz, rhythm and blues, indie, covers of soft rock and pop, on shuffle and on repeat. Default, yet profound and substantial.
         
  I once went on a coffee shop to watch series and decided to order nothing. I felt bad for a while so I did eventually order a non-coffee based frappe which cost half of my daily allowance. But I felt the same, the first sip reminded me of the first flavor of my first date, my name was misspelled but I didn’t mind- I anticipated the flavor and the sentiment of something profound and something substantial. But in it, there are still doubts. 
          
Why are doubts even profoundly and substantially present on actual conversations on coffee shops? There’s always this neurotic response that says “Does my hair look good?” “Did I order the right drink for her?” “Will I have actual good conversations with him?” Why does the default state of creating a default sentiment so doubtful? Why am I even forming a question out of a question? Damn, maybe coffee shops are really complicated.
         
I don’t know why but the smell of coffee shops and its honest vibe has something in it, why is it always associated with something- something delightful?
         
Coffee shops are like songs that make you feel nostalgic- seeing that marking on the wall, hearing that particular tune and guitar riff, ordering that flavor you would always love, singing along with the lines and hitting the notes right.
           
Coffee shops are like books that make you associate things with something profound and substantial- they reconnect and link sentiments – spending that time with a person, getting stuck in a chapter, seeing stories of different people with different orientations and orders, interpreting that character.
        
Coffee shops are coffee shops; they’re default in nature yet distinct in character. Coffee shops are coffee shops.
       
 I once went on a coffee shop to wait for this girl who once asked me on a date on a coffee shop somewhere around the city. The same coffee shop, the same vibe; I wrote about coffee shops and series and writing and waiting.
       
What’s with it and the smell of a coffee shop? Why is the default feeling being associated with something?      
        
Now I’m spending my time with the girl who would always associate profound and substantial sentiments- the same girl who invited me to a coffee shop. And I need not to wait because now my doubts are erased. Damn, coffee shops.



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How about you? Do we have same sentiments?
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Friday, May 19, 2017

Light 'Em Up (I'm on Fire)

"Stop Flickering and Start Gleaming for Me"
By: DJ Martin 🤘


She would always find darkness
flickering and wondering
reminding me,
"I'll ruin everything"
and I would always be the one
enthralling-
Replying
"What's with darkness and ruining moments?" 
This naive, awkward, shy boy
is also
enchanting and beaming
with utmost joy,
ever since I found her. 

She would always find darkness;
Flickering and wondering-
and in the process,
she would neglect all
luminescence and try to
anticipate,
deteriorate and
defend her haplessness 
"You poor soul" I utter
from my mouth that is always late
my heart did scathe
From seeing her finding darkness
neglecting luminescence 

"Gleam for me" she said,
I loved the idea of it-
always turned on
"Stop flickering" I replied

These words were not sugarcoated 
they are made 
for us to be mesmerized
with such, things be realized 
that we cannot antagonize;
because darkness will always be present
in the depths of our buried sentiments
and in the process,
it is up to us to neglect luminescence 
and surrender to our own darknesses 

How good does light affect her?
Is there a guarantee of surrender?
Defend her
haplessness even more
What is the process?
What is inside darkness?

She would always find darkness 
and in the process,
there's one thing she didn't anticipate:

I was her luminescence 
I gleamed for her
the flickering of her haplessness and wondering of her innocence 
sprung into a brighter finding
of darkness and luminescence 

"Gleam for me" she said,
and so I did. 
She would always find darkness 
and this time,
she's no longer flickering and wondering,
because in the process
I was her luminescence.