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Anna Feb 2
CURIOUS

Huh cur

I

Ous

Curious

That word

Curious

Is in itself

Curious.

Strange

Wouldnt you say?

Curious.

It brings images of cats

Of Alice

You know

Of Alice in Wonderland?

Curious

Images of British folk in glasses

Canes

Sherlock

Curious

Such a word

Is so

I don't have

The words

Curious

I'm saying the word

Repeating it

Alone

In this room

Curious

Are you curious?

Are you curious of what

What has possessed me

To speak in such a way?

It's truly

Curious

I

I could not tell you the reason

But it's

Curious

I love

Hate

Love

Curious

What is

Happening to

Me?

It's all just

So

Curious

I can't

I can't resist

Are these human

Urges?

Must we

Know the unknown?

Curiosity

Is powerful.

Curious

I can't stop repeating this word

This word

Curious

I cannot






Cannot

...

I don't know.

What can't I?

Can I not

Understand?

I suppose

Not

Curious

Curious

Curious curious curious curious curious curious curious--

Curious!

It feels as if

Curiosity

Is a name we gave

They gave

Humanity gave

To something we cannot control

This completely

Human

Feeling

Curious

Curious

Is such a beautiful name

Am I

Am I crazy

...

...

...

?

...

...

...

...curious...

It fills my mind

It repeats

Until

I am

No longer

Curious

Of anything

Anymore

How

Curious

Is that?
Curious
Adam Prime Jan 23
There once was a boy named Steve,
Who couldn't pull up his sleeve,
So he gave it a tug,
And tried a hug,
But yet could not pull up his sleeve.
Poor Steve!
My first poem. A weak but funny one
Sararose Jan 21
Like wings on the thumb;
If you pay attention, they flutter in your chest
Like waves on the lips;
Tumultuous, pummeling, magnetizing,
Still.
And then words, not a covenant, but a confirmation
of intentions
Like the nuzzle of a rabbit, push
1 2 3
And part for breath to move through
A study
My heart wants to let go
My mind just can't
And you're not helping

My heart breaks everytime
You show less to me
And more to others
My mind keeps locking
My heart away
Because of how you make us feel
Because you do
No matter how much I'll deny it
Or try to stop it
Something is happening
Inside of me

You're confusing
Jealous maybe
Or curious?
Eitherway
You're not helping me
.9.Aug.2018
Euphie Jan 15
He was a curious lad,
       with a broad chest and strong shoulders.
        His eyes were a deep brown,
        his jaw line sharp and defined.
        He loved action,
        he also loved adventure.
        But most of all he loved to run
        his hand along my legs,
        making me flush in all his
        favorite places.
Wolf Jan 11
Humans
Are quite certainly
A curious species
Build, destroy, rebuild

But our
Curiosity
Could easily lead to
The death of the world
Sooooo...Why is Alice in Wonderland so popular? I honestly want to know, I get that its weird, and I used to like it as a kid, but what's the deal exactly? Why is it so popular? I really want to know.
A man’s bike is very much like a loyal dog,
Obedient, fast and often times clumsy
For us men, our bike’s can mean the world to us,
For they take us from A to B, and from Y to Z
Our bike’s can’t survive on their own you know, the past has proven this so
Maintenance is a must, not a maybe,
Just like you wouldn’t leave home without feeding the hound, would you?
We’ve travelled across cities ten-fold, my bike and I,
Beyond mountainous regions and across lakes and rivers
You see, my bike has this energy,
Not like anything I have witnessed before
It surpasses all expectations, and has held together strong through the ages of time
I never gave my bike a name,
And nor will I ever plan to do so
For the bike, you see is part of our physical being,
And has one solid purpose in life
See, It’s just a piece of mechanical assembly
Built for our pleasure in mind
It takes us places where the foot dare not enter,
And where the car wheel would struggle to go
Two wheels, rotating simultaneously at dizzying speeds!
Ah! What a sight to behold
As I take my dear boy by the handle bars, its glistening paintwork shines bright
I make sure it’s sturdy for the ride ahead, my mechanical warhorse
I say to myself under uncertain breath..
“Let’s follow the sunset, or where the rainbow ends its journey”
For our uncertainty leads to great adventure and discovery
And in the end, isn’t life meant to be one big beautiful adventure, anyway?
K Balachandran Dec 2018
A lakeside egret,
Curiously watches a peerie fish;
Forgets killer instinct.
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