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Curtis Apr 2016
On this porch
Sitting in the sun
Listening to the birds
Breathing morning air

Sips of black coffee
A cigarette in my hand
It may not be the greatest
But im the king of this land
Curtis Apr 2016
All these words i write are my camera
Always livin in the moment
And if i stop to take a picture
I might not feel a feel of feeling
For a second id stop breathing
Pull the trigger the camera sees
All the things that i missed
Because i saw it behind a lense
But when its done and over
The moments lost and theres nothing to do
I can relive those feelings
Feel it while im breathing
And ill breathe out a song
About the moment i was livin
All these words are my camera
Do you feel my feelings
I sang this in my head, do you feel my feelings?
Curtis Apr 2016
Theres something about metal
Holding solid steel in my hands
Feeling its weight
Knowing it too was born from this earth

I admire every piece i come across
As i think what it is i could do with it
Having the knowledge to shape it
Having and image and to make it

Unmoved withought significant force
When wielded or worn
I feel so strong

Im going to make a suit of armor
Curtis Apr 2016
No amount of wind,
Noise on the freeway,
Raindrops on my head,
Lights in the houses,
Could change how still this night is.
Curtis Apr 2016
From the stars in the sky
Through the atmosphere
To all the tall trees
That grasp the ground

The ground that holds our feet
And gently holds the sea
Down very far underneath
Layers of rock and molten lava streams

Down to the very core
That twists and turns
Its own heated center
The Earth is alive
Curtis Apr 2016
You can call us settlers
Not for what we have settled
The pure fact that we do

Forty or fifty degrees
Partly sunny sky
Its beach weather
For my friends and I

Waves crashing on the shore
Lining the waters furthest reach
Driftwood sticks and stones
A gentle touch of miscilanious trash

The smell of Erie isn't great, but
It compliments the liquor that we taste
Curtis Apr 2016
My broken brain
Has trouble understanding happy
Maybe in a moment
Or in a bottle
But sooner rather than later
Saddness takes over

Chemical imbalances
Feel like ledges
Im just inches
From reaching

I dont want pills
I want to be happy
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