By Josh Rodriguez
The wings beat against the wind
Like a mother does a rug
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By Josh Rodriguez
There’s trouble in paradise,
There’s trouble everywhere, really,
...
Suns rise when stars fall—
It’s a sad truth.
There’s not much we can do
To elongate their stay;
...
The night cradles the moon
And gives birth to new stars
That oftentimes cement themselves
In the sky, but on occasions
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By Josh Rodriguez
We sit in a land surrounded by
Blissful, crystal waters
...
By Josh Rodriguez
Governor Smith is a good man.
He has a good way about him,
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By Josh Rodriguez
Wild, mad, elusive captive—ignorant;
We haven’t seen the last of a generation
...
I'm a teen who enjoys novels, poetry, thoughts, and cigarettes. I write quite frequently and hold Jack Kerouac in the highest esteem. I love words. I don't care enough about most things to invest time in them- literature and such hold a special place in my heart.)
Hues Of Fraud
By Josh Rodriguez
What I admire most
In a person is the ability
to create chaotic beauty
Through gorgeous mayhem.
In the same way that
Flickering black and white films
Show colors incomprehensible
To us-unless we shut off our mind
And let our subconscious take over
And soak in the color, in between the
Shades of grey.
I see in all these smiles-
As fraudulent as they are-
Genuine happiness, they're happy
That they don't know.
They're happy to fake it.
Smiles also have hues, though
I see sadness, anger, fear-
All these in the pressed lips.
Happiness doesn't come without
Woe and anger and on and on-
That's too simple.
I've learned well by now
That life isn't simply a puzzle,
It's a puzzle that's missing pieces
That we're expected to complete.