ItalixVEVO
Bio
I grew up in a place where poverty was prevalent. Good thing I had paper and a pen. I would write all my worries away in the form of songs and poems. Writing and music were my escape routes. When I write I win! When I write I overcome!
Stories (8/0)
How I Evolved into the Dancehall Gorilla
2006 Montego-Bay, Jamaica (Motherless, Fatherless and Foodless) - I bit my lip it bled. I wished to have a plate of food but all I had was paper, pen and a persistent dream to be the greatest Reggae-Dancehall act to have ever existed. A dream to be a musical legend like Bob Marley. I wrote until my middle finger became indented from the pressure of the pen against my skin and sang until my tonsils felt swollen. I worked each and every note, chewing at each and every line of lyrics, savoring each and every bite of the verses I wrote; swallowing the pain they stemmed from and digesting the cards that were dealt to me:
By ItalixVEVO3 years ago in Motivation
The Shark Daymond
Being black in business often means meandering through imminent struggle, reaching a point of survival and ultimately, transitioning to thriving status. Daymond John who boldly states, "You can make the world happen to you or you can happen to the world," is a prime example of what hard work during humble beginnings can do. He turned a dream into a dynasty and a budget of $40 into a $300 million dollar net worth plus a $6 Billion Fashion Empire called FUBU - For Us By Us.
By ItalixVEVO3 years ago in Motivation
Home Away From Homeland
When that which you love about a thing is included in its name, you know it's something extraordinary. I love the beach and I adore my hometown Pompano Beach. Pompano Beach, Florida has been my home since 2012. That's when I migrated from my birthplace Jamaica to the United States. On the plane coming in, I worried if I would feel too far from home. Yet, to my pleasant surprise, palm trees dotted every corner, coconut trees danced as the warm beachy air brushed upon their leaves and the locals proved to be friendly. Florida felt familiar. Florida felt like home and for that reason, it became my home.
By ItalixVEVO3 years ago in Wander
The 9th Life of Lily Luckett
Grief weighed her down like the anchor of a sinking ship. She often felt as though she were drowning in the torrential tears that streamed heavily down the terrain of her face. Eyes caught afire and puffy from overnight suffering. Mind numb from thoughts stampeding in protest of unanswered questions - the main one being "why?" - and the chest pleading for Grief to let loose his tight grip. Grief as the titanic, seeping deeper and deeper into the sea of her whirl-winded emotions.
By ItalixVEVO3 years ago in Humans
I Plead the 5th
We all abhor that dreadful scroll on Netflix where it seems centuries before a good show is spotted. My wife had the remote this time around. As sure as the clock goes round, was my certainty that she was going to select some soapy, romance-drama. Bah humbug! I'm always revisited by the ghosts of my wife's Netflix past. She scrolled and scrolled...and scrolled and scrolled. Finally, her scroll came to a stop. I saw familiar faces on the displayed cover art of the featured Netflix series. My eyes locked in. To my surprise and secret chagrin, it was -
By ItalixVEVO3 years ago in Geeks
Crushed Cans
The hind of his heavy-duty, well-worn work boots swiftly crushed the can of bud light he so carefully placed on the ground. It sounded like a lays bag being crumbled. From the way in which each corner was decorated with crushed cans, I could tell he got a kick out of both drinking and destroying his stress-reliever. What he didn't get a kick out of was, "kicking carpet". On the job, he was focused and fueled to get the job done, yet his mind always seemed adrift. Focused and adrift. What planted this paradox in his character? I watched him intently, wondering what he was trying to drink away. The shush-crack-pop of a can in his hands caught my attention as he opened yet another bud light. It was calming, the coo of the can.
By ItalixVEVO3 years ago in Longevity
A Deed Done is a Deed Doubled
Good deeds are contagious. Once infected by the experience of giving or receiving a good deed, one will desire to spread its symptoms: a heart which smiles for the warmth it feels, a soul which hums tunes of happiness and a mind at peace with the world. Doing a good deed - it's a feeling no money can buy. It sure beats the taste of ice cream on a Sunday.
By ItalixVEVO3 years ago in Humans
