Copywriter
A man is more than the six pieces of work he chooses to showcase in his portfolio. A man is more than a New Yorker. More than a Miami Ad School and University of Miami alumnus. More than a social media marketer for the world's largest electronic music festival, or copywriter for Miami's leading luxury hospitality agency.
A man is defined by his passions and his commitment to pursuing those passions with unwavering determination. My passion is creative problem solving. And my love of music, film, art, photography, traveling, athletics, fashion, and an innate curiosity and relentless desire for knowledge have provided me with the tools necessary to derive powerful insights that yield unique solutions.
Oliver
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Trust Issues (A Memoir)
With an alarming jolt his heart began to race
A shocking realization, brought on a dangerous pace
With frantic movements he began to search
Wasn't it in his pocket or was it in her purse?
He turned his trousers inside out Nothing to be found, he began to pout
He looked around, paranoid and scared
Did she take it? Would she really dare?
"Open your bag!" he asked with shout
He thought he trusted her, but now he was filled with doubt
She emptied it out, all over the counter
Nothing to be found, just makeup all around her
He clutched his chest, filled with frustration
His hand over his heart, he felt a strange sensation
Something was lodged between his hand and his pec
He looked at the pocket, and decided to check
Alas it was there, his heart did a flip
Immediately, he apologized to her for giving her lip
How could he have acted like such a chump?
So he decided to mend the fence, by giving her the first bump
Early Lessons
To give to you what belongs to me
I will not share
Not one, not two, not three
To leave my place so that you can sit
I will not get up
Not one second, not one moment, not one bit
To bow my head so that you can see I will not budge
Not an inch, not a foot, not me
But soon I will stumble and tears will flow
Not helping hand to grasp or a kind face to know
Alone I will sit, crying on the floor
My legs in pain, my backside sore
Until you approach me with bright eyes and a warm heart
You'll bring me to my feet and offer me a fresh start
To give to you what belongs to me
I will share
Not just one, but two, or three
To leave my place so that you can sit
I will get up
Not just for a second, not just for one moment, but for as long as you desire it
To bow my head so that you can see
Of course I will budge
I'll move an inch, I'll move a foot, I'll move a mountain
Because you'd do it for me
Rapture
A familiar face within a crowd
Eyes mistaken, the music too loud
Or was it my heart, it's rhythm pounding
My soul soaring, my spirits bounding
I spoke first, my intentions clear
Your voice foreign, clearly not from around here
You were alone, but not for long
I took your hand, and we danced to our first song
We laughed and smiled, a language of its own
I tried my hardest to bring you home
My efforts you resisted, not even a kiss
But I still persisted, next time I wouldn't miss
We danced yet again, amidst the dim candle light
And finally our lips met, this time without a fight
The waltz would continue, the music never ceased to play
Now you are mine, in my heart forever to stay