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.

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.

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.

Precise and organized
is the place we live.
A chair, a city, a country, a world, a galaxy,
all have systems of organization.
Running like clockwork,
precise and intricate,
everything in the universe is perfect.
But I don’t understand why.

I think to myself:
Why is the universe not a messy soup?
How is everything so independent physically?
The universe was once chaotic, random, and tumultuous.
But now it is neat and calm.

We live in a tranquil era of the universe
where such a world we inhabit can exist.
This entropy has served us well.
We don’t have to worry.
Everything will be alright.

Yet as I write this war and struggle encompass our earth.
People are dying in the hands of their loved ones.
Screams, tears, shots, explosions.
These frightening realities
come from a beautiful blue marble of a planet.
Life requires just right conditions
to grow and evolve.
Yet life is the sole imperfection in this universe.

I may not be gifted.

But I have this insatiable urge to be great, magnificent, and talented.

I want to inspire awe.

I want to impress not only my peers,

but most importantly myself.




I was given an amazing opportunity

to attend a superb university.

While I believe I lucked out in my admission,

I believe a blessed epoch in my life

has just begun.



I write this poem as a promise for the future.

This goal I have

is not an easy task.

It will require years

of incredibly hard work and dedication.



I will work to achieve this.

Even if I need to stay up all night and day

testing the limits of my mind,

it will all be worth it when I can look back and say:


I did it.

Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr

We use these technologies to pass the time

But the time we spend scrolling our fingers down an iPhone

is never fun or productive

and memories are never made


But whenever I have a spare moment in the day

I’m probably scrolling through some timeline,

looking at some random persons page,

and wasting the short and precious existence that

we are given on this earth

The bell rings and we hurry to our next class

Run out of time on an exam and it’s too late

We are in a constant race against time

Time like a cat chasing a mouse

We flee only to be caught again in its wrath.

The universe fluctuates rapidly

But for some reason

We organize ourselves with time

In an unorganized world