#curiousity
Never researched this place
All I know is
I want to go
A new environment
What I need
How is life there?
Do they enjoy sorghum?
The way we do_
Or is it milk
That fills their days?
Never left this land
Yet my heart is already traveling_
Restless, excited
Soon will be on the other side of the country,
Living stories
One day,
Tell generations after me
Is it a bizarre place_
Or different?
Do they have rivers
With lovely flows
Or filled with rocks
With hardened steep
Like a child
On the edge of becoming
I am ready
Every stage of growth
Eager.
To see.
To feel.
To become.
This is not just a journey—
It is life,
Reborn.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 12:12 PM UTC
The curse of incuriousity
is accusation
that you lack care,
that you fear answers,
that you seek quiet
in place of truth.
Flee incuriousity,
pursue truth
no matter how well hidden,
how well disguised,
how painful to hold.
Embrace it
and save yourself.
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 10:19 AM UTC
yesterday, I spied children peeking
through a hole in my fence,
ready with their legs stretching
out to step in, I watched in awe
at their bravery and marvelling,
"how far will they go?"
a far-off voice bellowed, they shifted retracting
and ran off giggling in glee
but I was left stunned thinking;
"When did my curiosity leave me?"
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 8:57 PM UTC
*
*She of molded clay
Fingers trace the wooden ***
Poison whispers sweet*
*
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC
Why I still love you?
Why to all the people here in the earth
Why it is you...
Your the person that I thought the right one for me but unfortunately your not
But why I still love you and care for you even tho..you don't care about me anymore! Why?
I need to know the reason why!?
If I know that your not the right person for me I should control myself...
To not falling in love with you
I'm so tired of crying those eyes that you can't event see, Why? Did you make me fall in love with you and in the end your going to leave it's really hurt me a lot..
I still love you so much, but what can I do if you doesn't love me anymore ....
Just want you to know that I'm always here for you .
I'm trying to do all the things to forget you but still your here in my heart I don't know why I can't forget you maybe I love you so much that I can even sacrifice my life for you?!
Why it is not enough for you? I've miss you so much and I love you so much
I don't know the reason why I fall for you the only thing I know that I love you
And I'm happy to be with you
Your the reason why I smile everyday
Hope you can read this ******
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 8:08 AM UTC
What if life is a dream
And dying is the only way to wake up?
Will you get reincarnated?
Will you lose all of your memories of your life before you died?
Will you forget all of your loved ones?
Will they forget you as well?
If you do "wake up" and you did get reincarnated
Will you get stuck in another dream as well?
What if life is a dream,
Does that mean that life is a lie?
Everything you had
Everyone you loved
Never existed
YOU never existed
...
The thought scares me
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
I wonder where your mind takes you
when you're silent.
I wonder what your voice says to you
when you're in bed
or what scenarios could be playing
in your head.
Do you think of something new and exciting?
Something logical or political?
Do you think about only yourself or others too?
Or do you think of something impossible to understand
but not for you.
I wonder how you approach your mind,
I wonder what secrets you hide:
I wonder about the thoughts that comfort you in sadness,
saves you from madness.
The thoughts that give you balance and guidance,
maintenance and sustenance.
I wonder what dreams you dream while you sleep,
What thoughts do you hear while you're unconscious and defenseless.
I wonder what really is in your heart,
because the answers to these questions
is what truly sets us apart.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
I left my heart back in Kiev,
found my soul in South Korea.
I dreamed of the northern lights,
and saw a shooting star in Paris.
I lost my virginity in Ibiza,
drank too much up in Dublin.
I ran in the streets of Ljubljana,
and drove with windows down in Sydney.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
I want a man to love
I keep wishing to the heavens above
Because I feel like Im a lonely dove
A lonely bird wishing to be loved.
Why is it so unfair??
I know people who's looks isn't fair
But they find some who'll give them care
While here I am and can only stare...
I wonder, to my life, when will he come?
And where will he come from?
Is meeting him gonna be like school prom?
Oh how I can't wait for that time to come.
I want something serious and reall,
I wonder how will that feel?
Feelings stronger than steel,
Power they say that overcomes fear.
I can't wait any longer...
How long do I have to wait further??
I hope to have a bond that is stronger...
I want us now to be together.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
Man, it is so disappointing.
I get close to exploring
another human’s mind.
A minute or two
passes through
as I share truths
and expect her to
present hers to,
but generally I get
either vehemence
or indifference.
She either gets ******
or merely dismisses
my curious persistence,
and I find myself
alone in a never-ending pursuit
of knowledge
that I never get to share.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
Deep within the dense forest
Of your mind
Lies a treasure chest
That lies collecting dust,
A pity for such a valuable thing--
Maybe its time to open it?
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
Waking from a short sleep
From the curtains I did take a peep,
The sky it did look ugly I did say
Was something wicked on its way.
Pondering within the present moment
Feeling intrigued about what it meant,
Had I woken from a dream into reality
Or was it the reality of a dream to me
Visions of late I'm sure we've all had
Pain and suffering it's just so sad,
Thoughts of nuclear nightmares
Clasping hands we'd say our prayers.
Returning to the window we go
Waiting to see if the sun will glow,
Then it appeared orange blood red
Picturing Mysterious skies sat on my bed.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
Do you ever drive
By a city or town in the dead of night
And wonder
About the people within?
How many are in debt from school?
How many have gone to bed with the love of their life?
How many are trying to hide family troubles behind locked doors?
Is the world's next Einstein in there?
Hollywood's next rising star?
How many go to bed afraid of coming out to their friends?
How many have some buds they'd die for in that town?
How many struggle day in and out, fleeing from a substance?
How many go through a routine each day, afraid to do more but afraid of leaving their path?
How many jot down ideas for that play they want to write on a napkin?
Is there a future president in there?
A poet of unparalleled verse?
How many people
Go from day to day in that city
Thinking they're alone in their problems
While surrounded by people who also think that?
What's going on
In those unlit houses of the city
Where the human mind resides?
Who's there?
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 6:42 PM UTC
Vices, heartbreak and spices,
Oh how enamored we can be.
It's all so amusing to us,
How we can die drowning at sea,
Drowning with our aroused senses.
It's all exhilarating!
How a tiny spat can spit blood,
Pushing up the daisies to go splat!
As you see the pavement and hear a thud.
You lay in flat in bed then you sat,
Thinking of every detail and all.
Other's drown in alcohol instead.
It's a good thing you didn't fall.
Because curiosity would've killed the cat.
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC
Just too many questions
Twisting their question marks into hurricanes
inside
the mazes of my brain
|[ ]|
There is an urge to
grab the answers
now
With the hook
of the question marks
?
To let the question marks straighten
slowly into
exclamation marks
!
To then swallow
the stem of them each
To leave a full stop
.
An answer.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
better get the idea
of learning new things.
through experienced
you know.
It comes from you.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 9:10 AM UTC
He was so intense
His brow, forever cast down,
Was always furrowed.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
My mind is on fire
with the itch of
curiosity.
Like the flakes from
my scalp
Ideas fall from my head
where they lay, I simply
blow them off.
I left empty handed
And sore from
scratching for answers .
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
Pastels and pretty pictures,
I lean back in the couch,
The elephant in the room,
She'll never know about,
How the critics wail over the way the paint falls off her brush.
I would rather drop-dead,
Than ever talk about
That night back in 07'
Teeth flying out my mouth,
But I think you would've liked me better then anyhow,
I'm curious...
I'm curious...
...I'm curious....
..Cause
I
just
wanna
see
what
makes
you
tick
Each year he writes a note
and leaves it in his room,
Key lime pie, Saturdays at the zoo,
Reminiscing flashbacks of better fast food,
Dead the day,
He scurries home in the dead of night,
Dragging his will, whats left, shaking off the frostbite,
Volunteers to play drunken clown for another night,
I think of their eyes and everything that they've seen,
Nothing that I see could ever be unique,
So don't you lie and say you see it shining in me.
I'm curious...
I'm curious...
...I'm curious....
..Cause
I
just
wanna
see
what
makes
you
tick
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
A heat that keeps the chest warm, reminds of the days that hurt the most. They leave a feeling of distaste, but a curious cat walk trail has you lost in it all. A care in a world of apathy, the holiest of feelings in an unholy being. You look back on that trail, realizing that the warmth brought the coldest and most stagnant of days, you are frozen in time.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
The colours of life all seem bleached out now.
At the edge of euphoria, we deepen our curiousity.
Our need for fresh evidence and knowledge is the river from which the liqour of drive is fetched
And the sands of time are the canvas on which our deeds are etched.
Life births curiousity which in turn births passion, then purpose, drive and accomplishment chronologically
Adam must, however, remember not to forget to keep his feet grounded and not get swayed by the swift tides of this river of knowledge for it is a never ending one that flows into an ocean only swam by the dead and supernatural.
For the ones that matter the most at death are given at births.
It is then, when we've circumvented life and must leave it behind, when we boomerang to the dusty point where it all started, that we have a full palette of rainbow colours where our *** of golden knowledge is found
And not a single shade shall be missing from the crayon box.
This is fulfillment.
This is Legacy
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
I wish that I was different
I wish I could be someone else
Even if it was only for a day
I'd want to see how they live
If they were happy with their life
Or not
I'd want to see who they loved
And if they knew me
Or not
I'd love to spend a day in the life of someone famous
And see just how they do it
How they live their life day after day
Would they be kind to the fans that send them messages?
Or would they be cruel and torturous to their assistants
Even thought they help them so much
I guess my wish is to live in someone's head
Maybe for a day or two
Just to see how they live
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
I watch the parts
Daily rearrange
I spend years with a person
And in hours, we estrange
My motions follow habit
Only to one day mindlessly change
I pour knowledge into my brain
Until I feel it derange
My morality fights my desires
And I can't prevent their interchange
Everyday I'm consumed with the thought
That life, indeed is strange.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I've seen people looking like they were born in perfection, with no regrets about their reflections. And looks were never a lesson they had to learn.
I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I've seen them smile with a perfect smile, with faces clear from lines. No scars, cause they look like stars.
I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I mean, looking so pretty and you do it so effortlessly and every second person throws a flirt, just to see if they could be with thee.
I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
When you put on pajamas and still look like a runway model, while other run away from run ways cause they aren't model enough for runways.
I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I guess it feels like perfection cause you're in love with your reflection and you get compliments every second.
I've always wanted to know what it feels like to be a flame, or a dime.
I guess I'll never know.
Cause that's just how things go.
Looks aren't for us all.
Just for you, and your all.
You look beautiful.
I noticed that perfection fell for your reflection. I hope that was the right decision.
I hope your voice, personality and heart are just as beautiful.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC