"curiousness" poems
Shake it
What do you hear?
Hold it
What do you feel?
Sniff it
What do you smell?
View it
What do you see?
The angst to know
What lies inside
Is hard to hide.
It’s mystery,
And it’s ****
The beginning,
The middle, and,
The end of time
All consist of
Some unknown rhyme,
Unknown reason.
The want to know,
The need to find
Consumes the mind.
Curiousness
Creates motive,
Motive creates
Relentlessness.
Being ****
Leads to lust.
A want to know
Becomes a must.
A mystery
That cant be touched
Is like a star
That can’t be seen.
Glowing somewhere
In the distance
We search and search
For what’s hidden.
Can it be found?
Maybe it won’t,
Maybe it will.
Until it is
The mystery
Remains ****
And a turn on
To the conscious
Lustful fervor.
The dark abyss
Of mystery
Is an ocean
That is raging
With sexiness.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 10:36 AM UTC
We do things that are unnecessary to show affection to one another
It's so much better to just be open and straight to the point
Cause every worthless word we get more far away
Make every word you say count
Let someone know how you feel about them
In a sense it's a risk, but a risk is always worth taking if you've been thinking about it for a long time
I'm all over the place here listen
There will always be those butterflies in your stomach when you see her
Those won't go away get used to them
That's what I was told
It always stressed me out telling someone how I felt about them
I always asked the same questions
What if they don't like me back?
What if I lose the only relationship we have?
What if they never want to see me again?
It's hard making these decisions
Never easy
But doesn't mean I should not tell her and I will but first what I like about you
I like that when we talk it feels like we've known each other our whole lives
I can share my interests easily with you because I know you'll also like them
I love you sense of humour
I love every talent you have
You look even more beautiful with glasses than any other girl I've seen and equally amazing without them
Your wanderlust matches mine
The stars above and the ocean below amaze you
That sense is discovery and curiousness makes me want to go on a journey with you
Aha oh man the first time I saw you
My heart melted
I had butterflies
I want to tell you this in person
I wanna be your perfect man
But I don't know if I'm that guy
And my lack of confidence won't let me fly
So maybe someday I'll tell you but
For now I'll enjoy your company and like you from afar until I'm ready to ask you out
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
which breaks the faceless crowd
a gush of blissful warmth
soothing as autumn sun
fiery as raging storm
the earthiness of fields
and scent of blooming slopes
the wilderness of sky
a bustling city's soul
she is the riddling key
hint of a dreamy life
window which breathes the sun
blesses my being with shine
a nebula of birth
crucible of synthesis
my sermon on the mount
my fall into abyss
complexity of life
simplicity of smile
the fleetingness of wind
purposelessness of time
a father's solemn wish
a mother's selfless prayer
immortal as the sea
lover's listless despair
patience of dormant seeds
the certainty of death
innocence of a child
preciousness of breath
vapors of firmament
helplessness of loss
a tease of sun and clouds
the curiousness of God
she is the judgment day
a dream of languor warmth
the solace of my pain
cast in a fervid form
for she is all there is
and all there'll ever be
an era of romance
the reason for my being
as tranquil rainbows dim
and stars bestow a treat
my muse forever sought
i yearn the day we'll meet
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 7:58 AM UTC
A lot of water has flowed under the bridge since then,
time now to start again from where things were left on their own when dealing in the present with regards to an uncertain future.
A considerable time has been spent in waiting for the right moment in time.
A lot of things got ascertained,
many assumptions made during that period of time,
however,
as of now in the present everything seems to be in place,
so now it's the right moment in time to start again with something definite in mind.
Wait for a while
Wait for sometime
Wait for the present moment in time in the present to become a thing of past.
Let is pass
Let it become a thing of past.
Let it pass off on it's own
Let it pass off like an old, dry leaf of an oak tree,
which gets carried away by the force of the wind,
then later on finds it's place on the ground after sometime.
Once the present moment in time passes by and things get settled,
time now to start again.
All this is because there are moments in life of an individual when everything seems to be on the verge of falling in it's right place,
however,
as it is said better said then done,
always it takes time for everything to find it way along the right place.
Confusion, chaos, conflict, contradiction, anxiety, curiousness and everything else will find their way in the mind of an individual that wants to remain calm, cool and steady at same point in time.
Keeping this in mind,
knowing that the future will remain uncertain,
importantly,
it's important to have something definite along the way with regards to the present moment in time,
always it's better to take the next step very carefully.
Better wait and watch
Better late than ever
A mistake even when it is corrected will still get registered as a mistake in the time that is yet to come because for every mistake that is made one has to pay something,
however a repeat mistake can definitely be avoided when doing things in hurry so as to keep the nature of things in proper shape while in present.
Better safe than sorry.
Atttitude plays a major role in shaping the future
The right attitude,
which is positive attitude plays a major role in building a constructive future,
later on the future can be shaped according to the present moment in time present then at that point in time.
Hence, whenever you find yourself caught in a web of lies with confusion and chaos becoming part of your life,
always it's better to play safe rather than feel sorry.
Always it's better to wait for a while,
wait for sometime,
wait for the present moment in time in the present,
let it pass,
let everything get settled and once things seem to be in place,
then upon finding the right moment in time,
time now to start again.
Finally, it's the right thing done at the right moment in time that makes a great deal of difference,
not only with regards to the nature of things in the present,
but also when it comes to handling and dealing an uncertain future,
which most of the time remains uncertain even when the best of the efforts are made to ascertain the same.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 8:33 AM UTC
You know nothing
I know less
Seems the whole world spins on
An uneducated guess
Connected dots replace
Moon’s curiousness
An upon a shooting star
I wished for death
Flickering rotation
Signals all is strangely fixed
Like a warrant on my life
For obscured charges
They love to say they care
As they play in hyacinths
Upon the ashen horse I pray
More time for forgiveness
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 9:32 PM UTC
Spinning, spinning, madness winning—
Psychopathic thought beginning—
Butterflies to catch for pinning—
Spinning thoughts inside my head.
To twirl the net and bring it down—
To trap the beast unto the ground—
Its screaming terror'd not speak a sound—
I stick the pin and pin it dead.
Its writhing, grabbing on the netting—
Sounds I wouldn't be forgetting—
Tapping, flapping, clapping, fretting—
Gradually slowing to a stead.
A cold and sweating, mad reaction—
I sense the tingling satisfaction—
And this is surely just a fraction—
A fraction of the blood she shed.
My carriage wheels had quickly turned—
The case at court was now adjourned,
So early home I had returned—
Returning to my home ahead.
It was a cold and somber morning
When I first received the warning—
A beauty carriage, now adorning—
Standing still at my homestead.
Curious, I stepped out and gazed—
Its presence there left me amazed—
Then I saw my dogs were caged—
Cold and outside, barely fed.
Gingerly I climbed the stairs
And pondered what'd await me there—
And then, this sight, this dark nightmare—
My wife and brother in my bed.
My curiousness then turned to strife—
My temper flared against my wife—
I silently retrieved a knife
To turn her lusting into dread.
I chose to **** Paolo first—
I stabbed his neck and watch it burst—
His silent death increased my thirst—
I watched the ******* as he bled.
Suddenly, my wife awoke—
The ****** mess caused her to choke—
Her agony, in me invoked
A sense of anger, sorely red.
She stumbled, falling on the floor
And tried to scramble to the door—
She looked so sad, so low, so poor,
So shameful as she crawled and fled.
I pinned her down, still writhing, grabbing—
My knife was quickly, sharply dabbing
As my hands were cutting, stabbing—
Stabbing her from overhead.
When she was still, I calmed at last—
Yet vengeance soon would have me cast
To Caina, treacherous and vast—
But it was done. Her blood was spread.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
at first you were a flicker in the chasm of the skies
just one, amongst many thousands: sparkling, twinkling
but you drew closer and I saw, a curiousness in your eyes
the butterflies you made me feel at first soon flew away
Drowned by the vast earth-shattering waterfalls, that trickle down my spine,
and make our talks taste different every day.
I feel your universe, grows ever nearer mine...
And then: the galaxies collide. How bright we shine!
The stars- so nice together! the nebulae exchange
Their secrets in hushed melodies, you freely rearrange
My constellations. Paths never meant to intertwine,
And yet- your universe, grows ever nearer mine.
But you pass through, you leave my stars,
my constellations. No. Not even gravity would dare confine
Your galaxy, deserving life that’s free of any bars
And yet-where is that universe, that passed so close to mine?!
And I look up, and you’re a flicker in the chasm of the skies,
just one amongst the many thousands: sparkling, twinkling...
as you draw further, I recall infinity I once knew in your eyes.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
Daylight shades
paint the frames
and Instagram pages
with beautiful smiles
and short blond locks
that look out at
the world with
a certain
curiousness.
Snapshot moments
of social projections
pushed out onto
the internet
so strangers
can view
those small lies,
because
these pictures
do not know
or show
a quarter of
the truth.
Behind the
staged displays
of fun and cosplay
there are
dark shadows
with deep corners
where broken hearts
bleed clutching
their bruised wrists
and split lips.
Where blood drips
on the cracked tip
of the kitchen
counter top.
There are
repeated rapes,
cruelty and denial,
honesty rejected,
and despairing.
There is
a sense of
resignation
to not let this
invasion
define her life.
There is abandonment
from those who should have
safe guarded
her pulsar heart,
there is
injustice,
and while
the darkness
has not swallowed
her soul whole
yet,
she still finds time
to give light
to a friend
who was trying to lend
a compassionate ear
to her.
These photos
do not dare
to chart the depths
seldom shared,
or explore more
then mere outward
pleasantries.
There is so much
left to see, hear,
and hold dear,
deep conversation,
neuroscience
and psychology
discussion
that are enlightening,
so much more
then mere flesh,
or hastened breathed
burnt by
desirous men
and their
unwanted intrusions.
There is dark art
and a heart yearning
for the burning
of an honest
and caring love,
one that runs
from safe fields
searching desperately
for the person they need
to protect
because to do otherwise
would destroy their life.
These photographs
are little lies
that we put out in the world,
smiles that hide
possible fast
or very slow
suicides,
especially if
there is
no one
ever around
to ask
“Are you ok?”
and if not
then to ask
“why?”
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
From age 5 and beyond
We continuously develop and discover a personal definition of desire
Personalities are transformed into permanent fixtures
Which means we never change
And it's part of our structure to lie
Most of all, to ourselves
Consciously or unconsciously
When do we find the guts to portray our ugly flaws?
Why would we want to admit them?
Urges of the "id" that are considered socially unacceptable are simply suppressed deep down
But we all contain these pleasure seeking energies no matter what
(Right or wrong)
Curiousness is how we learn
It's in our nature
As little kids, a collection of ideals are gathered from our parents and from society and is stored internally
We hide from ourselves more than we know, or care to admit
Why do we conceal our libido?
Because our "id" functions soully on pleasure
It's probably the most honest part of our brain
It knows what it wants
But we feel guilty about most things
Whether we know why or haven't a clue
And have the tendency to deceive ourselves
The push we feel is our libido
Or the driving force behind our behaviors
Why we do something or why we don't do something is decided by our conscious
(Right or wrong doesn't have a thing to do with it)
Most of the thoughts that we think don't even sift through our conscious
They pass through our subconscious and unconscious
We don't even realize that it's happening
But primarily, our actions of the super ego are held down
And we hate facing them
And if we're weak and our knees buckle under the pressure
We'll twist the truth around to put fault on another
As humans, we are programmed to make ourselves look good
Give ourselves a good reputation
Believe that we have morals
The scary thing is
We don't control our brains
It controls us
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
Wizardly wisps of
waspy mists
mingle and tingle
amongst the twists
of gnarly ropes and
knurlish boughs
flung amidst the
whys and hows.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
One word can
Give birth to a whole poem
And one poem
Can give birth to a creative idea
One idea can
Inspire one or many
One poet can illuminate
The minds of many
One moment of curiousness
Can light the mind
Of the poet
The thoughts
Now will have opinions
And creativity
Has led the way
In igniting minds
An idea
That fueled a culture
The one
Has now become many
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
**Walk through this park, a stranger you see.
Pass my direction and a stranger you will be.
On this darkened, docile day, in which your every fear has come to play,
There's not a person who bares to stay, not word they could dare say,
That could make the growing fears scamper away.
So with your mind, they continue to feed, to play.
Deeper in this frightening forrest, the voices begin to laugh and shout,
As you pass the shivering bushes, the leave-less trees, you gain no doubt.
That the voices are all alive, hungry, and out,
How they choose to live in this growing drought
You loose common-sense as your curiousness sets out and runs free,
Pushing you outward, making you continue through the fallen leaves.
You wonder if to proceed would be right,
Everything feels wrong about this lonely night,
Voices surround you: those of evil and hate, those who will fight,
They circle you in with eager force, as together they quickly elite.
Falling down, you feel as if you will drown,
You want to scream; you try, but no sound.
Running away as fast as you can, the voices too chase and begin to rebound.
You escape through the branches and hide behind trees, dirt and mounds.
Breathing quickens, eyes burning red,
Fighting not curiousness, but death instead.
Pain they send and you question yourself, wondering if it's just in your head,
You see in the corner, behind the shrunken willow tree, a body -- it's dead.
Your body is now apart from your mind,
In confusion, this you soon find.
The voices, which now feed upon the body that lay, seem to have once been kind,
But now they're monstrous, attacking beasts, as you watch with your soul unbined.
You can't stop them, they only want more.
Now you understand, the body was once yours.**
-----------~~~-----------
"as together they quickly elite." makes absolutely no sense; I know. This was written in middle school, and I have no idea what I was thinking. I might have been simply desperate for a word that rhymed with "fight".
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 2:50 PM UTC
i see people
they’re wearing those sneakers
i’m wearing those sneakers too
but i first saw them laced
upon my music saviors feet
in 1980 something
and not on the pretty girl's
her poetry is sad
i throw my head in the voice’s direction
i sigh
when the girl who mourns for consolation
claims ownership
they think she’s specials
beautiful broken
deep as the sea
i wonder if i seem just like her
i wish there was something special
i touched your back
as you cried
because i wished for your repair
you didn't feel it between all the other's
as they touched your back
filled with curiousness
searching for a cause of your woe
you declaimed your hate of the world
to me
i sat beside you
grasping your words
tossing them between the fingers of my thoughts
they sat beside you
anticipating their next turn to speak
and what that would lump consists of
feeling only a fraction of apprehension for your words
you thank them for listening
and not me
i wish the world turned on genuine intent
now it feels wrong and mixed up
to exist as i do
despite assumable unawareness
i understand them
i have no right to say this anyways
i’m scared because
i’m probably just like them
and maybe they’re just like me
everyone is different
are we though?
maybe we all have the same soul
just different comprehensions and articulation
i’m scared because
i’ll never know
i cant explain half the things i feel
nobody can explain half the things they feel
maybe i’m wrong about it all
we're all so small
it doesn't matter that we wear the same shoes
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
I want to find words
to write about you
in the friendliest way possible.
I've never cared this much.
You're like my brother.
All i want to do is see you happy
and listen to your problems
as the pitter-pattering of rain
taps on the metal of your truck.
It all makes sense now:
you are my spirit brother.
I have taken up the task as sister.
Counselor.
My heart doesn't squirm for you
in nervousness.
Your last minute poem was a pep talk-
one i never got from my brother.
I care about you in a funny way
that i've never cared about anyone before.
There is an odd sense of healing
listening to the groans of your truck
and hearing your voice.
Inquiring about my problems
with a curiousness i have never known.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
I’m so alone
No ones home
I am afraid
Of better days
No one is home
I am so alone
I am afraid
Afraid of today
No one is here
To steer me clear
Straight out of here
This hole that I’ve been living in
I cannot seem
To help myself
I haven’t been
Been in the best mental health
I fell down that rabbit hole!
I don’t know what to think no more!
I tell you I am afraid
My world is straight drawn out upside down
I don’t know how to live my life now
Our town has driven me dead and insane
I want to dance and sing
And scream at these walls
My anxiety has shook me up
No words come out
I ask for help
But who? To where?
I’m scared I’m scared
I don’t know how I got here anyways!
I can’t even begin to tell you what I went through
It’s dark and dreary blue
My curiousness and confidence almost killed me
Or maybe it was my insecurities
I’m no doctor
I don’t know what it is
All I know is what I’m feeling
I just can’t seem to shake these bad feelings I wonder if Alice always felt spiders crawling up on down her back
I only know that I tried to **** myself after that tea party
Ribbon noose, I’ve been blindfolded by smoke ever since
It didn’t have to be this way
I know hearts are hard to change
The thought of your existence makes me want to throw up
I always get these bad feelings whenever you’re around
I cannot seem to get over the impossibilities of empathy and reality
Sitting here wasting away
Done with today dreading tomorrow
Can I ever get out of this place?
Can I make it out alive?
This doesn’t even feel like I’m living anymore
This ain’t even surviving
I’m barely afloat
I’ve lost myself
Where am I?
It’s the same old game
Let’s play the pity party of death reapers
We’re begging for the end
Begging for some kind of new beginning
This kind always flies by too fast
Can’t make the good times last
Fast forward to the *****
Yesterday’s honeymoon was never meant to last
This life is the ugly stepchild of Garden’s Eve
Meeting a snake is all I ask
Just gotta get right out of here
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 11:58 AM UTC
Your world is quiet tonight,
dreams drifted to nightmare
synthesized points leads no reason,
you might caught up by a monster
you better watch out,
look at every corner of his eye.
There's a gold glitter on the floor
look closer, underneath it's
a remnant of ruined cards
shifted to play this part
without a soul,
like a demon.
Love is a villain
that vanquished the queen
dancing in white storm;
you are too beautiful
to wear a monochrome dress.
Don't look under the bed,
you will get what you deserve,
in your curiousness
in your consciousness.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
You paint the room blue
LOVE’Z interiors are colored Red ash
You see faces and flower-Z
My BELOVED sees it Red-Z
Your 'delicate' is your ship-wreck
Mine – Oh.. it is my BELOVEDz deck
Who is so deep and "BLUE" till neck
Just to say that..
Embers do not lose LOVE
Because it creates those Red-Z
That LOVERz adorn in their eyes
When they cry the tears of blood red
YOU keep the doors & windows open to
Let LOVERz moon light illuminate heart's fires
Let inner blood's red embers glow
To light up our BLUE SOULS slow
And when we see our sparkle & glow
Don't look under - our past demons - below
Let no one revoke the lost nightmare
That destroyed every LOVER'z dream
Even when our lives are vanquished
Our LOVE still glitters
Through the embers of RED ashes
Through our monochromatic Cold BLUE Tears
In our curiousness & consciousness
Let us “let go” our synthesized reasoning
To play our parts honestly (without faking)
Let us deal a new pack - Cards of LOVE
The Queen and the Jack
Oh..., Let LOVE be their savior
"The Quee(R) and The (Z)ack"
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
Bottom line mind
Drip
Drip
Plop. Liquifacts
to think sleep fallingly
as annoying as
insomnia,
without
inspiration, then
You know, lowest realm,
fundus mundus real as ever.
Your most certain puddle
of all we knew, splashed
into and rippling
base line condensation, drips
seeping
desleeping po et
al ment potentcy
dropping,
ponding, deep below,
still, blackest black
to look into
using your
own curious wish
to follow
preinvested
mental funds first bet
on tomorrow being
worth rising
to find plain truth
as simple as pi and phi
in basic spirit satisfaction
-never failing perfectly
round and round and up to down
vision apparently evaluable
listened to as we spin
weighed
worth thinking through
wrong ways down
discerning bits useful
valuated trues exchanging
good guesses graces
for missed chances
to catch time lines
confluencing right
at terminal velocity, feeling still
as slowly as ifery falling
drips forming
meandering streamlets
infilling
curiousness wise
cerebral-itiosity's thought sea
of accumulated blessings and cursings
needed most assuredly to get through tonight.
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
There's a story only we know;
Where some words are,
BIG AND BOLD,
ALL WHILE LOUD AND CLEAR.
or tiny and shy,
being quiet that it's almost silent.
It's AlSo raNdoM anD WeirD,
But It FiTS sO peRfeCtly.
The words that are not place properly still make sense.
This is us.
We can be bold and outgoing,
Or can keep to ourselves remaining silent.
There's also the moments of our random weirdness that brings upon the best moments we can never forget.
Where we know the feelings of love,
The feelings of sadness,
Feelings of hate.
Our curiousness in reminiscing of who told this story correctly.
But the simplicity of intricacy is a beauty I've come to admire.
So please retell these stories.
I promise to listen closely.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC