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 Apr 2014 Curtis
Dougie Simps
I know there are footprints in the sand as I walk...I just choose not to look back.
The tide will come and wash them away...erasing where I've walked, as I start a new path.
A new journey. One that constructs infinite golden dreams with so much belief in happiness & imagination...enhancing our minds through blissful thinking, supporting the art of insanity, those crazy enough to paint love & passion in their destination.
As we continue to make new footprints in the sand, the ocean of memories past continues to wash them away.
I know I have so many more footprints to make ahead of me...I know I have more memories that will eventually all wash away.
Steps
 Apr 2014 Curtis
sempiternal
Stop trying to remember his scent, he smelled like summer and reminds you of the time he made you laugh so hard, you snorted out milk on that dead, hazy day.

2. Don't waste your day trying to decipher what colour his eyes were, it'll only remind you of the galaxies and constellations that you once saw in his eyes

3. Stop trying to retrace the shape of his mouth in the middle of the night, you'll choke on your tongue trying to taste the mint he devoured seconds before pulling you in for a kiss

4. Stop reliving the times you clasped hands together, the glass plate will fall off your trembling hands.

5. Burn this list, admit that the galaxies and constellations shining in his eyes were wilted, the one in yours are bursting with fire. Remember on the dead, hazy day his laugh sounded like nails running down a chalkboard. Remember when you kissed, the weeds growing from his mouth entangled the roses blooming in yours.

Realize that one day, another boy is going to come and plant daisies where he left behind thorns.
 Apr 2014 Curtis
pluto
She
Is my
Reason
And inspiration
To try
And recover
 Apr 2014 Curtis
SG Holter
I fell asleep with my
Face against her young neck
Dreaming of silken skies
Above velvet oceans that
Saw me sink and sink
And sink
Undrowning.
 Apr 2014 Curtis
Invocation
Well
 Apr 2014 Curtis
Invocation
I don't believe it's terrible
that I'm always this detached

I want to feel alive
I can't control my apathy

Sweet sorrow engulf me, please
it would mean I feel
10 w
10 w
10 w
 Apr 2014 Curtis
Invocation
Ray LaMontagne - Hold You In My Arms
"I could hold you in my arms, I could hold you forever."

In this hidden corner of my world
Anything
could happen

woven Guatemalan Frisbee
with a lonely older man
talking about dank and his ex-wife
sweet vanilla coffee with a shot of something fruity
smoking in the wind

bot support Ashe
I use a trackpad
fingerless mittens and fuzzy knit earmuffs
they double as headphones
metal and country and sappy romantic pop ballads
gauges piercings tattoos flannels beanies band tees and scene girlfriends

gossip about the bar next door
bashing the outer world
this is utter peace

catching the eye of an attractive stranger
in the mirrors behind the bar

My stomach feels tender from too much coffee
my head buzzes with nicotine
caffeine
My purging week of healthy choices ended
with hash browns, french toast
too much ketchup and 6 packets of sugar in my coffee
Denny's
skeleton string lights and chalkboard walls
abstract photography and everyone plugged in

this is my escape
Today is my brother's 18th birthday.
I want him to feel loved.
The rain tapping on the roof
reminds me of every tear
that I have shed for somebody
that I *shouldn't have cried for.
Sometimes
I feel helpless and hopeless.

Sometimes
I want to kiss this country goodbye.

Sometimes
I feel like my life has no purpose.

Sometimes
I want to crawl out of my skin.

Sometimes
I want to love you,
but *you're not there.
I choose to accept
your every quirk.
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