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A H J Oct 2017
I didn't mean to
       Throw myself into the dark hole.
But I has succumbed
           myself into an ocean
       mystique ocean, it looks like an ocean
                                       curiousity

Fall, I fell and fell and fell
           I got ****** in
         Vaccummed,
                   I thought I only fell
But bit by bit,
           My body got eaten up
      Bit by bit, black by black
I had been eaten by these noir things.

So hollow. So empty.
                  Can't help
But peer more into this thing
            I fell, going to be trapped soon
    So my eyes followed down
        Gazing, gazing, perhaps m e t o o,
   was gazed by the seemingly eye looking darkness below
              Abyss, down below
I am going to be eaten anyways.
        So why not know what those eyes are.
Watching  me, is it crawling
                   crawling, maybe I'm going to crawl myself too later
       In that dark void, no surface void
                                       There's probably nothing, or more.
"and if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche
Taylor Kennerly Oct 2017
Your desire fuels me
I dance around your flames
Feeding you passion
Your inner most desires
Those that you did and did not know
I revel in your chemical reactions
The colors that you turn
And soon your flames leak out
Of the circle I’ve built around you
Warming my toes
Biting my heels
Bringing comfort
And fear
Yet not enough of either
So I don’t run
But I keep my eyes trained on you
Ready for whatever you may have in store
Weary of all that I know you will bring
Oct 18. 2017
Paola Oct 2017
Curiosity killed the cat, but maybe it wanted to die
Have you ever thought of that?
Perhaps the fenced backyard was too constraining for the feline
10 foot drops are nothing to those aware of the pleasures following
I may have died in the fall, but what was the alternative? staying?
Curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction never brought it back, but it was a hell of a fall
Christian Bixler Sep 2017
is there a way
finding in an old photo
recognition
Viewing a small anxiety since passed by.
ry Aug 2017
i say i want to know
i claim i want to know how people feel about me
what do i do to them ?
do i anger them ? confuse them ? frustrate them ? inspire them ?
i fear im nothing but a nasty conglomerate of everything thats perfectly nauseating

i fear im too much yet never enough
i fear im too distant but always too attached
i fear im too pessimistic but far too positive

but really i dont want to know
the thought of truly knowing what im doing terrifies me
knowing will take away from the beautifully abstract mess that is my mind and its curiosity
knowing will cause the weight of anxiety and responsibility to come pressing down on my feeble shoulders
but at the same time it will be lifted
no longer will i worry about hurting others for i will already know the damage ive caused
so really i need to ask them
do i wanna know ?
alternatively titled do i wanna know but i thought it was a little repetitive. not a poem a day but rather one every five minutes. i wrote all three of these too quickly last night.
elea Aug 2017
As I stare into darkness
The only light is Fire.
My eyes, it's burning in my eyes.

Red.
I can see nothing but Courage.
I can see Life and Death.
It is a diversion to those who kneel before their God(s).

Orange.
It is the color of Sunset.
It is the color of Sunrise
The ending has Arrived, A new beginning will Come.
It is Alpha and Omega.

Blue.
How could be the color of the Ocean is the hottest part of The Light.
Can fire Defeat the water?
It is war versus peace.

Fire is burning Red.
It is fearless.
It is dauntless.

Blue is Peace and purity,
It is Silence.

It causes the most pain and damage to those who go near it and try to touch the flame.

Can fire defeat the water?
Does bravery can break the silence?
-Neverending- // pbwf
Lyvana Nyx Aug 2017
I dont need anything
Not really,
Not from you.
Despite my heart
And its ****** tears,
My mind knows
Its inevitable truth.

But

My curiosity burns
About who
And other questions
I can no longer ask
So be ever more ink bold
And perhaps,
In time,
the story will unfold
I asked the earth in one sunny day,
“Can you tell me which path should be my way?”
The earth smiled at me, but said nothing,
Then left me alone, wondering.

I asked a star in the sky,
“Please tell me the path that can give me the light.
The star smiled at me, but said nothing.
And just like the earth,
It left me alone, questioning.

I walked around thousand forests
and searched for the magic words to reveal the path,
But the magic words were hidden behind the stone,
I was again completely left alone.

I don’t know why my questions were not answered,
I don't see why the magic words were hidden behind the stone,
I just start feeling shattered,
For there’s no way out to be shown.

Later in the mirror, I saw the shadow of a child
With a lantern in her hand
That shines brighter than the sun
“Do you want to know the answer?” asked the child
“Yes!” I answered like a sailor miss his homeland
“Come with me, then. It will be fun!”

Then, I go with the child with a lantern in her hand
That shines brighter than the sun,
Taking journey with unexplainable end.

“Who are you?” After a mile I asked the child
"Who do you think I am?"
"A shadow of angel?"
“No. I’m curiosity.
Curiosity is like a child who never stop learning about how to live without fear, even though the life gives you so many scars.
Curiosity is like a child who always thinks that the world will always be the fun place to live.
Curiosity never complains about the unfair world.  
With all the qualities, curiosity is the only thing that can lead you to the path you want.
I’m curiosity. I'm the shadow of you.
I’m in you, waiting to be dug.
Because finding the path you want is actually a matter of how curious you are in digging all the treasures.
It is only you who can do it.
No one else. Nothing else,” the child answered.

Then, I take the lantern
from the child's hand;
the lantern that shines brighter than the sun,
and start walking on the path I want…

-Kanya Puspokusumo, 2017
http://doeniadevi.wordpress.com
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