Scott Curry

Scott Curry Feb 2024

If all good things must end,
I’m afraid I’ll be stuck here forever.
If it’s not implied, I’m not having a good time,
But supposedly the end is better.

You called last night, just checking in.
Funny you should say, I’ve been thinking of checking myself in for days.
Could be a delusion, but if we both go now we could share a seclusion room.

Reset all the voices, inside our heads.
Maybe finally dream, when we go to bed.
Because I haven’t slept in what feels like a lifetime,
But I feel like I’ve been sleeping through my whole life.

The half life of my life is coming due,
But my dreams are still the same.
The potential just as potent,
But the time left decays.

Is that all I have to look forward to?
Memories of wasted days?
Or is it finally time for them to come true,
And salvage what remains?

But after the dust settles there’s rain.
Once you break free from your cage,
You find you still feel contained.
It’s always better, when you dream of better days,
But when those days finally come
are the feelings still the same?

Your second wind,
Only gets you so far.
The candle still burns at both ends.
So you’re starting over,
But you’re still dealt the same cards.
How many times can I start again?

Scott Curry Dec 2023

Continuum

Monochrome sunrise
Keep your promise to me,
Of another day of,
Grayscale beams of wary dreams.
Shining down upon me.

Are things as black and white as they seem?
They appear to be.
I’m too scared to see
Otherwise,
I may start to believe (otherwise).

Discomfort brings with it contentment or growth,
Depending.
Do I give up my powers as a visionary?
Prediction is simplified in absolutes.
Or let the light in, as they say.
Dismember the white light into an array,
(A ray will do)
To Illuminate the beams in between,
And allow myself to see,
The world in color again.

Scott Curry Oct 2020

Reckoning Day

Someday, is today.
Not one, dreams make.
The nightmares, we denied.
The impending, end of times.
I say, it’s divine,
Reckoning day, I reckon it’s mine,
But I feel totally fine.
I’ve already done my time.
I’m ready to finally find,
What lies between the lines,
It’s Implied, but I guess we’re all blind.

We spend our lives in fear.
Leaving behind a trail of tears,
Forced by our sorrows,
A better tomorrow,
Is nowhere to be found,
A hopelessness that’s become renowned.
That’s when we learn to hate,
Fearing we’ll never finding this place,
An insecurity that never shows its face,
So I hate, and I place that face on you,
It doesn’t matter who.
We all just want to belong.
Maybe we’re too far gone,
But we can’t deny this place exists.
There can’t be pain without bliss,
Can’t find the mark without a miss,
Resist,
Insist,
This hell on earth proves heaven must exist,
Whatever heaven is.

Scott Curry Feb 2020

Lost and Found

I’ve been here for so long,
I’m starting to feel this is where I belong.
I find peace in song,
The ones that talk about how lost we all are.
I need some peace of mind,
Am I insane, or are we all dead inside?
If so, then who am I?
If we’re all lost what were we put here to find?

I need to take a drive,
One where I can leave everything behind.
I have one path in mind,
The loneliest road, I suppose is the path less traveled by.
I need to cross the state line,
The boundary between reality and this state of mind,
This state of mind is mine,
I wish I could give you a way to see through my eyes,
A symbol of what’s inside,
A dandelion whose left all of its wishes behind,
But one day the sun will rise,
And give life to the worlds’ wishes that have died.

How do I move on?
Become the me I’ve wanted to be all along,
When up until now,
The pieces of the past have built me up and torn me down.
The edge pieces that surround,
May be bleak but it’s what’s inside that truly counts.
I’ve found my missing piece,
The peace and hope you give me make me feel complete.

And ever since I’ve fallen apart,
You built me up and gave a home to my heart.
All my life it spent searching,
But every house was a hole,
That swallowed me up from the warmth of the world and haunted me with the cold, old, memories of the me I’m letting go.

Scott Curry Sep 2019

Tomorrow

Yesterday I cried,
But you were there, right beside me.
Sometimes my sorrow makes me blind.
It’s all those things inside you can’t see,

But you help me to.
You give me hope, you’re the star I look to,
When I can’t find my way,
And though you’re gone today, so far away,

I feel you,
Your inertia,
Keeps me going until you return to me.

Forever ago,
I remember skipping stones,
Wishing for one of my own,
With no name or quote to decode.
You’ve raised me from the dead,
You’ve taken me out of my own head,

In your heart, I’ll always be.
I’m right there when you need me.
Distance, time and speed,
All relate but not to me.
Take me closer to you,
And slow down time like you seem to.
I want a tomorrow where you’re not so far away.

Until then I’ll live in this song,
Hold you in each word I say.
These emotions are so raw,
That I can’t feel anything.
Except for this song,
And all the memories we’ve made.
And the ones still to come,
Those tomorrow’s will get me through today.

You make the sunset so much more appealing,
I see your beauty in it, and your light shines through.
Then comes the sunrise and I feel myself healing,
I know that’s one more day down, one more day closer to you.

I know tomorrow’s not a given gift,
But our love together is and I swear it’ll persist,
Through all the future pain we may endure.
Some things in life don’t change, and pain is for sure.
But I know we will make it through the day together,
Even if we can’t always be with each other.

Our love is within,
No one can take that away,
And when you are down,
Reach inside and you’ll find me.
I do the same with you,
I think of the memories we’ve made,
And the ones still to come,
Those tomorrow’s will get me through today.

You make the sunset so much more appealing.
I see your beauty in it, and your light shines through.
Then comes the sunrise and I feel myself healing,
I know that’s one more day down, one more day closer to you.

Scott Curry Jan 2018

Loose Ends

I feel as if I,
Have gone through and tied,
Every loose end left behind,
Except for mine.
I feel my decline,
I'm falling behind,
I want to try,
But something else wants me to die.
Is this goodbye?
Is this the last time?
And if it was would you cry?
Would I?

Scott Curry Dec 2017

I'm Alive

I'm waiting for my second wind,
Waiting to feel like a kid,
I need that will and drive to live, to learn, that excitement to see the world and try and make it better.
Why do I feel this way?
Everyone else around me,
Seems to be having the time of their lives, I try, but this weight just keeps getting heavier.

This is life,
And I've been told these are the days I will remember, forever.
But I don't want to recall this ongoing fall from which I can't seem to recover,

Where are my glory days?
When will I see the sun,
Through shades of higher resolution?
I want to be blinded by that light,
I want to be blinded so I see it exists,
I want to hold it in my gaze to eliminate the haze in the maze of my mind so that the hurt doesn't phase out the love I have inside.
So that the hurt doesn't phase out the love I have inside.

I'm waiting for a shock to wake me,
Give me that spark and I'll be,
Started up again like I was as a kid but somehow that spark always dies,
As with the gleam in my eye,
A light I used to have,
That got lost somewhere in between, my head and reality, I search, but I barely know who I am.

I guess I'm alive
Another soul searching for an answer, an answer, as to
Why this world seems to be so full of pain.
I'd take all the blame if I knew that it would helps things change,

Where are our glory days?
When will we see the sun,
Through shades of higher resolution?
I want to soak in that light,
I want to bathe in its glory so it's lively scent will be my own,
I want to share it with the “bad” so that together we can shine a light on the good this world has,
So we can shine a light on the good this world has.

I'm losing time,
Each day I just let slip by,
Without an effort to try and make this better.
I want to harness the light and fight,
This pain inside that cripples me,
It's haunting me,
It makes me question why I'm still here,
Which makes me question why aren't I?
I'm still alive.

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