My presence perplexes me.
I wonder
Is it a good thing for me to be around?
I want to become worldly,
but awareness scares me,
yet I can’t stop my mind from wandering.
I don’t know much
about this world,
but my self stands
as the greatest unknown.
When I change, I whimper
and cry and scream beneath the shadow
of my new traits.
Losing control
This manic relapse always returns.
I roar!
Scaring those that are nearby.
I worry
I’ll be locked away in a zoo.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
The pitter-patter of rain sends a shiver of realization down my spine,
When it rains the voice of mankind radiates stronger inside dwellings,
Humans focus on menial tasks, laugh, and love,
They sit around trading stories back and forth,
shuffling their feet and twiddling their thumbs.
As humans sit in a room on a rainy day,
they realize truths about the world that are mind-blowing,
As I sit in this library only an observer,
mankind flourishes as a wonderful species of mammals,
leaving me breathless like the rain.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
The rain pours down as I think of those who surround me;
it strokes my face in a random precision.
The chatter of my friends the room over
have an ebb and flow like that of long hair.
They splash around in puddles of murk
as they smile, hoot, and smirk.
The emotion of the human race
makes my face raise and crease.
Mans astounds me as I gasp.
My friends unite and play
and each other they clasp.
I cannot see how humans can cause pain,
they just leave me breathless like the rain.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
Recognition struck me dead in the face.
A blast from the super soaker of fear,
drenching me with surprise as I wobbled near.
Red-faced,
pacing around the room,
their applause sent my emotions straight to doom.
But later
I reflected
on what I did that made me respected.
Then I realized
I deserve
their feeling that my talent is prodigious and absurd.
Josh Dublin
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
Until today my mind was hidden like Pandora’s box
in a drawer in the darkest prison cell
of the asylum in which I was raised.
Under a cold blanket of immaturity, I was shadowed
from the truth and discovery I now appreciate.
At first I wiggled like an egg in its primordial stages of development.
I saw my first glimpse of the beautiful, bright light in this world.
I grew slightly excited,
but still remained,
filled with the immature qualities
of a boy.
With time,
came a conscious awareness
of my place in the womb of my universe.
and a moderate literary love of life.
Recently I broke free from the then loose chains of my past.
I just opened up and shattered the cocoon I’ve been hiding in
and saw the intricate world for the first time.
The world I had only before read about,
the world I always knew was there.
Just a second ago,
beautiful and majestic wings blossomed from the sides of my developing arms,
reaching all the way
covering the sides of the bed on which I still sit.
I now spring off the bed with the determination of a robust gust of wind.
I fling open my window
with the force of a supernova in the seemingly placid night sky.
I will fly.
Fly anywhere any human of my potential has ever flown before.
Swooping down to the slums of the insecurity of my friends
and as high as the atmosphere reaches
with acute understanding of the laws that nature abides by.
I will gallop through the earthly wonder that surrounds me
and find everything that is worth doing and all the people worth loving.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
The tree branches sway back and forth in freedom,
teasing and taunting me while I lie in my own self-pity.
This eternal thirst I have cannot be quenched.
A pole’s flag violently swaying in a hurricane
as it bends and hurls,
sick with despair,
I snap out of my thoughts and emit a sigh, a moan;
which it is
a mystery
I’ll never solve.
I cannot tell if I am frowning or weeping,
my heartbeat picks up, I bite my nails.
This disease is a spiritual presence,
haunting all those who have it.
I lie awake and think of them:
the ones that I admire and can comprehend.
Us poets, compare one thing to another,
but we ourselves are truly the hardest to understand.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
We humans announce the term “forever”
as if we understand the immense weight of the word.
But us ignorant ones have only existed
in a blink of the eye in the cosmic spectrum.
Time flies by as we live our daily lives.
We assume that we have an accurate concept of time,
but our perspective of time is just by our solar system.
The only natural clock of our existence.
And the solar system is but one of
the single pieces of sand on the beach of unknown.
Forever stands as an inappropriate word.
The only thing that I know will last forever
is our ignorance.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
I would describe my mind as insatiable.
I have a thirst for truth that not many know of.
I don’t want knowledge; I want understanding.
My mind can make me smile.
When I realize something interesting,
the sides of my mouth creep up slowly like a cat stalking it’s prey.
But my mind can also make me miserable-
when I realize truths of depressing significance.
I always stay up very late into the night
wondering
pondering
thinking not of people but of ideas.
My mind may rarely rest,
but the satisfaction I get from my mind can bring my life to irresistible harmony.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Language is the spice of life
The icing on the cake of my meager existence.
A period may stand to connect a subject and a predicate,
and to end a thought,
but a period only leads me to crave more.
The moment before the turn of the page is a drug
calling me back and back again.
Words start in the most distant corner of my mind and flow to the surface
like the beginning of a great tsunami.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
I just saw a movie.
One of violence, ****** and fear.
Why am I so lucky?
I live in a safe environment.
Opportunity rings everywhere I go.
Trivial problems occupy my mind.
Self centered,
spoiled with my luck,
I live unhappily.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC