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Apr 2014 Curtis

Lost like That

Apr 2014 Curtis

NuurSeraph

Lost like That

It is No Ones Fault but My Own

I know That

Apr 2014 Curtis

Week of Work

Apr 2014 Curtis

SG Holter

Week of Work

Weekends fly
Like clouds that float
Across the windy skies.

Tonight I'll bite
The bedbugs back,
Then close my tired eyes.

Come Monday I
May choose to fret
That my own time is spent.

But it is worth
A week of work:
Weekend's Heaven Sent.

Apr 2014 Curtis

Poetic Injustice

Apr 2014 Curtis

SG Holter

Poetic Injustice

I pile up twenty years worth of
Publisher-declined
Collections.

They reach me to my knees.
Little towers of Poetic
Injustice;

Mini-monuments to the years
Of mailbox disappointments
And cursing the arts.

Now I thank for every manuscript
Returned with their polite regrets.
Another volume of "Unpublished

Works" for the future.
They are my Twelve Monkeys.
My Poetry of Gold at the

Rainbow's End.

Apr 2014 Curtis

A Thing About You

Apr 2014 Curtis

Sierra Carleton

A Thing About You

The thing about us, babe,
Is that I didn't love you from the first word
In fact, I despised you then.

But suddenly there you were.
And you hit me like a freight train.
And after that I turned into a little mess.

Every moment after
I thought about you,
Not me,
Not him,
Not society,
You.

Even though I cannot always say it's been you
I can tell you that you're the one who actually mattered.

Apr 2014 Curtis

Sanguine in my Self

Apr 2014 Curtis

Invocation

Sanguine in my Self

my inner workings ache with something
closer to hunger than loneliness
I know

i won't eat something
i won't eat anything
i want to be away
another country another state
of being
i want mushrooms i want acid
i want whiskey i want clarity
no
I want to be dumbed down to nothingness
the void of uncertainty
every breath shudders and the pain never slows

well and good that you have your **** together
i'm teetering on the brink of black
solace is madness
weather this with me, oh soul apart
whence did you
come
i lost track of the days
hiding alone in my
bed
when will i see you?
can we please come together....
this ******* believes I am to blame
love unrequited is nobody's fault
or is it possible my spinning laughter and *** appeal
is my own terrible aspect
expect
to be hurt
by my apathy
once more

Isn't this ridiculous? Unique
never

#hate #you

Apr 2014 Curtis

What is a sex drive?

Apr 2014 Curtis

Invocation

What is a *** drive?

I feel as though I've lost my emotions
But gained perspective.

I found new ways to be healthy
I found myself
I have finally attained a grasp on reality
and in the meantime
I haven't changed
I just lost the passionate flair for everything dear
Where is my mind? My mind is rooted firmly to the ground
8-1
Prepping food
2-10
Sleep
11-8
Gaming, starving, bleeding
I revisit my past pains and try them on like scarves in the mirror
Does this still look any good on me now that I've changed?
The cuts have changed
Or maybe I have
The deeper the better
That's why they call me a hipster

I prefer "bohemian"

I can't feel attraction
There goes my heart, falling asleep when I needed it most

Please don't judge me, I wanted to behave

#pain #tears #clouds #blood #fox #smoke #suffering #light #apathy #grey #deer #mirrors #gray #emotionless

Apr 2014 Curtis

I get upset

Apr 2014 Curtis

Invocation

I get upset

I think about the face of a woman
and her smooth skin
soft lips
the curvature of the Earth is kin to her hips
I feel humanity suffering needlessly
beneath her cells
as I wander her valleys and sand-dune hills
she is the beach
the ocean
the calling of many gulls screaming for food and
I love her white *******
But she is sneaky
and cares for me
caressing is painful
I see it in my own eyes the next day
when the smudgy bruises flit across my reflection

But men understand
without either of us speaking a **** word
we drive
we shout
we catcall
we game
the music takes us and we run for days
doing nothing
anything
and i guess sometimes we ****
Succinct and supernatural
Brawn or brown skin or bright ideas gone awry
always a good day with the gang or the bros
I feel safer in the hoods

I want her to notice me, and to shyly skip over like she did last week
i want to kiss her neck and pull back
soon enough to catch her half-lidded gaze into the abyss behind me
I want to wear boxers and treat her to fancy dinners

But
I want to be her
I want taste a mustache
I want to be lifted overhead like a little sister
and brought back to the earth with sweet
exploration

Impossibility
I want women and men to be the same thing

Tonight is not my night