jolkin
I am a writer. As well as an engineer, a programmer, a teenager, and a geek. But I also write. I started writing in 8th grade, and I haven't been able to stop since. I find that writing stories is about as stimulating as talking to people (sometimes even more so), and poetry is just a form of abridged storytelling to me. So, I write poetry when I'm not working on a novel, or homework, or a website, or a robot. I'm a writer. But that's an understatement.
I present for you
A user’s manual
For your new set of headphones
First: connect to your device
You may need a cord
Or use Bluetooth
But you need to connect to an outside source
The headphones do not come with a playlist
Second: put the headphones on
Make sure you maintain maximum ear coverage
Headphones are not as effective if you can hear the outside world
The thud of footsteps
The jumble of conversations
The pitter patter of rain
And the sound of laughter
Are not as harmonious as your music
Finally: begin the first song
Listen to it blissfully
Because only you can enjoy it
No one else is allowed in on your personal concert
There is no need to take off your headphones
There is no need to turn the volume down
There is no need to disconnect from your mobile device
Because here
No one can hurt you
You can’t hurt anyone
And you can pass by the world like a ship in the night
The headphones have a lifetime warranty
However, we cannot refund you
On the time, friends or opportunities you might have lost
While using our product
Sincerely, your inner coward
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
My coat doesn't stop the shivering
The fire chills my bones
The sun is useless as always
When I'm standing by myself
My legs are numb
My fingers have lost their color
In the middle of summer
Under two pounds of covers
And I look out the window
At the people grouped together
Warm all of the time
Be it summer or winter
And I shiver alone
Callous and cold
Nothing heats as well as another warm body
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
The Modern Sleeping Beauty is not found in the middle of a forest
Surrounded by flowers and small animals
With a light shining through the treetops
Illuminating her pristine body
The Modern Sleeping Beauty is not awoken by a prince
Wearing a royally white outfit
Who softly kisses her on the lips
To remove the magic curse
The Modern Sleeping Beauty does not finish the fairy tale
Marrying the handsome prince
With a happily ever after
Disney-style ending
No, the Modern Sleeping Beauty can be found curled up on a couch
Wearing a leather jacket and grass-stained jeans
Listening to someone else's music
Undisturbed by the world bustling around her
And the Modern Sleeping Beauty is awoken by a nondescript character
Who heard the bell ring
And wanted his headphones back
So he shook her lightly
Still
The Modern Sleeping Beauty
Is more beautiful
Than any fairy tale
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
An open window
A cold winter morn
A snow covered field
A white rabbit
An undeniable truth
Through the window frame
You can imagine the glass pane
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
Ten minutes late
One foot in the door
No one notices the new addition to the party
Twentyish people
Three rooms
There is little space to hide
Twelve gallons of soda
Six bags of chips
The fuel is never ending
Two hands holding
Two bodies touching
The most recent arrival awkwardly observes
Four hours later
Two sodas downed
The intimacy still increases
One step forward
Two steps back
He drifts toward the door
Twenty minuets pass
Fifteen miles driven
The boy sits at his computer and composes his regrets
Seven stanzas written
One memory burning away
He still doesn't know how if he should sat down,
put his arm around someone's shoulder
and talked the night away
About a week later
He forgets how to hold someone's hand
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
There is no more lonely a role than the observer
We sit off to the side, and watch the world away
No promise of immortality could repay us for our duty
No material possessions could reward us for our time
When you can't part take in the wonders of the world
When you can't interact with your fellow man
When you must sit idle as time flows by
You can't help but feel jealous
As they talk
As they laugh
As they fight
As they cry
I watch from a safe distance
Still callous and jaded
Am I complaining?
Yes
Am I going to act on this?
No
Because I have embraced this role
Because I have decided that this is best for me
To remain back
To remain out of reach
To give up the warmth of touch
But I will soldier on
Relenting only to myself
As it is my duty
To observe
To take notes
Like a lecture
So I can pass on my lessons
To those who live in the world
To those who notice me
To those who ignore me
Know this
I am here
Envying the human life of intimacy
That I have given up
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
A good friend of mine once said:
"This is one of those things that funnier when you're sleep deprived."
I believe it was at 2am
And we couldn't stop laughing
Because that's what sleep deprivation does to you
It's alcohol to the under 21
It's marijuana to the cardless
The world makes perfectly no sense
And you just laugh and laugh
Then the sun comes
And you hear about the crash on the television
And remember why you aren't allowed to drink and drive
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
You ever just want to lay down
Look up at the stars
You yearn for it all day
And when you finally find the time to do it
It's daytime
You ever just want to stare out into the horizon
Chase the sun at 65 miles per hour
And when you finally think you've caught it
It's still millions of miles away
You ever just want to drill down
There's a bee line to China
You dig in your backyard all day
Until you're stopped by bedrock
And if you answer no
Then there is one thing I know
That everyone has reached for
It's not the stars
It's not the sun
It's not the center of the earth
There's a girl who sits two seats down
You know her name, her hobbies
And that smile you can't stop picturing
You know this girl is out there
(Or guy if you prefer)
You ever just want to reach out
And connect with her?
You know who I'm talking about
And you've probably thought the same
"I should talk to her some time"
And there's only you to blame
For the days
Weeks
Months that pass you by
Because there's a theme amongst these stanzas
That no matter how much you try
You're fingers will only slip through wisps of air.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
If words make up the sword that's stronger than steel
Then my headphones are my shield
Defending me from harm
Keeping me safe
And isolated
Like a suit of armor
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
Walking down a country road
While the sun sets
Behind a glorious mountain background
Getting lost
And refusing
To use google maps
Letting your mind wander
Through the wonders of imagination
During physics class
Sitting down
To list all the little things
And deciding enough's enough
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC