Best Poems Written by John Doe

-does Not Deserve a Title, Just a Flame:

He is I, and I am him
…W H O?!?!?!?
Trapped in a life that is not their own, but claiming responsibility and expressing 
guilt, remorse and sadness for minute failings of biblical proportions.
Who spelled his name L o s t, from the start.
Whom is always looking at the costs, as compared to tabula rasa.
Have I lived my life well?  Am I a good person?
I don’t even know myself, who am I to judge, HA!
Idiot! Have you not learned that everything is R-e-l-a-t-i-v-e?
Why can’t you just BE normal?
You speak too loud, your hyperactive, you’re a dork
But God loves you……
                                      …….or does He? (As a side note, why not a She or an IT, 
like in Stephen King, who can say 4sure.)
May be.
May be I am slowly deteriorating mentally because I can’t remember how to spell 
maybe.
Nature / Nurture than.
I am a byproduct of my genetic code-explains some unusual behavior on my 
aunts behalf 4sure.
Or am I to be a little wimp and blame the routine demands for improved moral, 
while the beatings continued as a child, no fault of the family-just society.
The sick Pavlovian experiment that had become a grotesque remake of the Lord 
of the Flies novel.
I am Piggy, except I am the rock, pre flight.  Strange.
Or do I jest.  
--Oh wow
A glutton for pain than, if one cannot face treatment nor find eternal escape 
through raw cowardice of flight from life….in a literal sense.
Is this the womb of my anxieties than, at least for today?
I guess it is a matter of one’s perspective of time.
To think that some beautiful life could be ending before it even began….in child 
birth. 
I look in the mirror.
You know I can’t look myself in the eyes….but I can still see the constant buzzing 
in my ears.

O_o

Copyright © John Doe | Year Posted 2008