Nothing Lasts Forever

I was cleaning my stuff, checking whatever I’ll take back to Brazil (for the holidays) and what I’ll leave here and I found this poem by one of my old flatmates. Because I suck at keeping papers around, I decided to post it here, to 1) have a safe place for it and 2) show how amazing this guy is. All grammar errors are his fault. :)

Nothing Lasts Forever

Even a solid rock outcrop will, over time fade away. If everything has its own energy, aura, where does it go? Simple it’s all part of the whole. So as the tiny single grains of sand lay at the bottom of the ocean or gets swept with the tide up unto the beach. It continues on to have another purpose; it helps create a seabed, which could be home to much sea life or a beautiful beach, which creates landscape or the nesting area for turtles.

The point is here that whenever something is gone doesn’t mean it’s the end. It continues on in another form, thought, belief. We too are part of the whole. If there is bad things that happen to you or you find things disappear, broke or just didn’t last. It had a purpose. It is for us to understand and except this. The grain of sand lying in the beach does not get upset at all. Everything has a purpose.

Nothing lasts forever,
But don’t wait for “forever”
To do the things you choose to do
Or tell people “I love you”

A grain of sand was part of a
Majestic mountain
And now its part of the beach
At cape tribulation

For we all feel the pain
We are different but the same
Nothing lasts forever
Even the cold hard rain

Valentino Costa

Languages I know

I learned to code with Basic.
I learned structured programming with Pascal.
I learned how to store data with Clipper.
I learned about memory management with C.
I learned object oriented programming with Java.
I learned function overloading with C++.
I learned recursion with Prolog.
I learned how to organize code with Python.

And I learned to say everything I have to say in big sentences with COBOL.

First rain of the year

Oh, first rain of the year
Please, wash me inside
Clean up old hopes
Remove the sorrows
Wipe out the tears

I want to be a clean white board
No regrets from the past
No bad memories

Forget everything that has come
See everything without prejudice
Without fears

The Meta-Poem

“That’s not a poem”
Some might say
“You don’t have any metrics”

Yes, I don’t have metrics
They are not sestinas
They are not villanelles
They don’t even rhyme

All I do is follow the words
One came first, then other follows
I just put them together
No metrics, not rules

Metrics turns words into statistics
Break their soul
Turn them into numbers
And take away their meaning

Where are you?

Where are you?
I don’t know your name
I don’t know your face
But I know you are there

Where are you?
I’m here, waiting
Call me
No matter what name you use
I’ll be there

Where are you?
I’m looking for someone like you
I missed you before
Went stray
But I know you are there
Somewhere

Where are you?
No, we don’t know each other
If we did, we never would be apart
And everything would be alright

Where are you?

The proscatinator poem

Here I am
My conscience beating the hell of me
I need to do what I’m paid to do
But I don’t want to listen to it
I know it can’t be done
My mind is somewhere else
It isn’t even here, in this poem
It left me without a note
Without saying goodbye
And without saying when it would come back
Doing what the conscience says
Would lead to more problems than solutions

I need to run away
Get far far away
Clean up the mess inside
Bring my mind back again
And do what I need to do
Without worries
Without doubts
Be what I am

The Reason (refactored)

I would fight a war for you
I would be someone else for you
I would left everything behind for you
You were my reason to live

But my wishes have been denied
I got broken hearted
My soul, shatered
I lost all hope
I lost all my dreams
I had no more reason to live

So I look deep down the abism
Its black throat calling me
I was close to the edge
When I realized the truth

I had no more heart
And no more soul
But there was something to keep me alive
Something bigger than before
Something that was there before

I now carry this reason
It keeps me going forward
It keeps me away from the abism
It gave me back my soul
It put my heart in its former shape

And this reason is me

A poem for ellie

E1lie asked me
A happy poem
Something about butterflies
Multi-colored butterflies
And some rainbows

Well, there is no way it is going to happen
As colored butterflies don’t like rainbows
It shines more than them

So, there is no poem at all

Edit 1:
Except that when I wasn’t watching
A pink unicorn came by
Ate the butterflies
And crashed into the rainbow
And died with the shards

And now I’m a dead man
Because I wrote a sad poem
E1lie said she would kill me
If I write one

So goodbye for you all
I’m going to get killed
Call the cops,
You know the murderer