Our Own Devices

An afternoon of adventure.

Our Own Devices 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Dip into nothing

skipping town, 

Hawaiian slice 

pineapple underground. 

Arms no longer arms, 

but propellers motoring 

into any desired ripple

for a more simple eternity. 

Ocean collaboration

with visual dilation, no

hermit left unshelled from 

an encompassing meld.

Every stone turned from

Bikini Bottom. 

Wooing day satisfies night, 

their love a sight for our eyes.

A light reminder for the striving, 

be back tomorrow for the same 

lesson said the golden teacher.  

She’ll Be Right

She’ll Be Right

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

These mistakes go on to make themselves, 

worthwhile experience registers of confirmation. 

Hear a buzzing hive, your best has yet beecomb. 

Nest away elixirs spices jewels and devices, 

you’ll need a good starter when space cowboys 

barter, with stows of intergalactic loot. 

Holes of my pocket, carry the flow 

I always wanted. 

Forgone conclusions sit still in the past, 

swan pond gift of reflection. 

A running bet, how to keep your

wager, each day a purpose,

held through stranger danger. 

Beating drum day finds jazz into night, 

rhythms we praise with everyday change.

Unbecoming Student

The human experience, I’m a college student living in the craziest time in recorded history.  Input from every direction possible, my day consist of lectures, note taking, socializing, studying, and eating meals in the dinning hall.  Probably for most this will sound familiar to you.  Depending own your own opinion you may look back and think, “Those were the best times of my life.”  To be honest it has been for me too, the only problem is I’m not sure where it is taking me, I’m sure young adults around the world feel the same way.  College life is an experience we all buy into, late nights, parties, papers. Does this prepare people for the real world?  Stress I’m buried under stress of school work, everything thing I do or trip I take I know there is school work I could be doing, it is a constant uphill battle.  Even by writing this right now, I should be reading for political theory class tomorrow.  I don’t let stress kill me, because my approach to school is my own.  I’m going to go to class, take notes but in the end I’m going to get out of it what I want.  Grades are irrelevant, the meaningless facts that are on the test that ultimately make up your grade will most likely be of no help to you once that grade is given.  What I take out of the class is what interest me, what sparks my curiosity, I love being exposed to new ideas, but forcing me to be judged on whether or not I choose to retain the information, it is not entirely wrong but could be approached in a different way.  Grades should not be the be all and end all of school.  You should be given a grade on if you had a good time and do you think you grew as a person.  I’m at college to have the time of my life, to learn, to meet knew people and learn about their lives, this is what college is for me.  Don’t get me wrong I have learned quite a lot in almost 3 months, but what I’ve learned about myself has been even greater, and for those people that don’t lift their heads out of their books every once in awhile, well I hope it works out for you.  I’m going to put in the amount of effort I feel comfortable with, but most of all I’m going to have a good time with my friends.  

Where will this get me, I don’t know….in debt yes, a job, maybe, a job I like, optimistic I will stay.  

I write from my dorm room in the paradise of University of Hawaii at Hilo where it rains everyday.  I know I am not alone, every person has doubts concerning the best use of there time. There may be other things I wish I could be doing, but I’m lucky to be here, we all are lucky to be part of the human experience. Image