curiosity
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Every morning birds sing sweetly on inverted beds
Within mortal frames mornings are for coffee and contemplation
Do not tell me the word elixir has not breezed you
Dew of springs bridge itch for wet encounters
What makes a joke
If not the laughter?
What is a dream
If not what we are chasing after?
What do the stars hold
So closely to their heart?
Why does the painter paint
If not to make art?
Oh look something new.
Something I never knew.
Isn’t it wonderful to learn,
To discover the unknown.
How fascinating to broaden one’s horizons.
Upon the shores she stood,
Eyes searching the deep sea
And landing on a piece of driftwood
That bobbed where she thought dear uncle may be
The evergreen is divine.
A breeze shifts the sturdy underbrush,
aromas lift from their spines.
Colors vibrant and bold.
The suns rays bounce off their hues
refelcting their youth.
Alone, I traverse the sky.
I have left my home beind,
the place of my birth.
I possess a power which no mere mortal cannot.
And with this power comes my duties,
my responsibilities.
O time, you bittersweet rival.
An elusive assassin of life,
wanderer without death.
A beginning that cannot bee conceived,
An existence best considered imaginary.
Of you I have mine own,
At times I become a soap bubble
A thin film swelled round with purpose
With need
I develop a sort of intellectual wanderlust
An itch under my skin
How did this come to be?
Like the bird
that forgets to fly,
I am grounded, without purpose.
I shout below, why?
To know again,
What incites the rise from my rest?
What keeps the beating beneath my chest?
What brings me home like bird to nest
And takes me beyond mountain's crest?
picture this: a question
lounging, tickling the skin beneath your nose
teasing you away before you even get a chance to blink.
fingers intertwined - yes it has fingers now - and
I sat in my bath and wondered about how sad is the woman who has never taken a hot bubble bath late at night and has never caught herself dozing off to the aroma of lavender?
I sat myself down and
Talked around
The points
Like usual.
Suddenly
I burst from
My seat and I
Collapsed in a heap
As the inferno of complexity
Education, noun.
The process of receiving or giving systematic instruction
Usually in a school or university, according to the oxford dictionary.
So why has it turned us to mindless obstruction
Is it the way the breeze feels on the skin
On a hot day, when you just feel it within
Is it a child's smile? So innocent and Undeniable
Or is it something unmeasurable? Something that's naked and unable.
What is seen is valuble,
what is unseen is priceless,
for what is seen,
will be unseen soon,
but what is unseen,
was never seen to begin with,
just felt.
Such is the nature of curiosity.
I never took those pills,
popping
one after another
like candy.
I didn’t dig
deeper, deeper into the layers of skin—just trying to feel.
I never left home;
we never grew apart.
my eyes stretch the horizon...
the cigarette burns quicker as I drag the smoke deeper in my lungs
I ponder the events of this week
my wanderings, where are you?
I begin to drown in an ocean of blue, only to realize I've forgotten my life jacket.
These eyes, they take me without invitation.
I'm sucked into a whirlpool that leads to an endless gaze.
Ideas come and go,
Gliding to and fro.
Some melt away like dying snow.
Others grow,
To become things all will know.
Some lead us to strange places,
To cramped, wondrous spaces
Ah how did I get here?
My curiosity has awakened.
I don’t have many qualities,
But don’t shed a tear.
For I love myself,
I have never-ending curiosity,
And I always fulfill it without any fear.
The world seems so small from inside here;
The horizon stretches beyond what I see as clear.
These bars hold me back and keep me in.
Will I ever get out and say that I am living?
Bewildered by your smile
Ready to fall at any time
Opened up and let you in
Kept you sheltered from the storm.
Everything came to a stop
Skin is splotchy from lack of nutrition
Dark crevices beneath my eyes from restless nights
Hands shacking from loss of stability
Eyes sparkless due to a runaway soul
Mind caged no longer able to feel
The hurt, the agony, the pain, the betrayal, the lies, the broken promises, the assumptions, the hatred, the run arounds, the tears, the wounds, the scars, the dark, the pain, those dangerous thoughts, the nights alone, the days of torment, the
Heartbreak is something I cannot take.
I fly just to fall,
Crashing and burning.
I've smiled this smile for to long,
I'm starting to believe somethings truly wrong.
Your love was a lie
I wonder if any one walks by me,
Perhaps in school, or on the street.
And maybe think..
Hey she's cute.
Or damn check her out.
I wonder if people see me..
in the gas station, or at the park
In a Sea full of Throrns
She's the Beautiful,
Strong,
Delicate
Flower
Snow White,
Snow White,
Red as Blood.
Your colourless heart
is not so pure.
Tainted
with unfamiliar emotion.
But is it truly your fault?
Who can blame you,
Mother, if you haven't noticed I'm continuing a fight i don't know if u heard but i still cry at night. Its the monsters an demons who live inside of me sometimes you try but still find it hard to see.
How I would love to love a scientist
of curious mind and dazzled eyes
which seek understanding of complexities
in order to bask in their impossible beauty
for they understand the statistical significance
To you whom-- has my heart
I seek in you, my whole desire.
But she punctured you, thy dart.
we speak, my love, in quiet words.
with words we must not leak
for she will come and tarnish you
I watch as the bird flaps her wingsPropelling herself accross a distanceShe lands on a flower, delicate and whiteBreathing in the aroma, relishing the chanceThe dove, she flies around again
What a tremendously frightening sight,
I try to contain my furious might,
As I look up to the stars in the night,
I realize that I am nothing.
I see water cascade down the rock with mold,
Ever wonder what it’s like to stare into the eyes of someone and get lost?
Like you’re in a jungle on a dark winter night?
Or how about when you’re drowning, and you can’t save yourself;
Fake the appitamy of all creation
It comes in all shape and forms
nothing, but it has a mere cover up
It is the form of family, friends
Basically human kind
Confusion.
Confusion between my legs
that goes against what God says
Feeling wrong but feels so right,
It sometimes disturbs my dreams at night
That tingling sensation, I feel it in my core
A perfect place
Known by few
Sunshine and warmth
The sky bright blue
The girl wandered
Taking it in
Smiling brightly
Curiosity within
Perfectly set up
In a long, straight row
On and on forever
Stood thousands of dominoes
Taunting those who passed
Catching some each day
Those who figured
Stumble on the veins of my fingertips
and feel the throbbing beats that lingers
from my fingertips to my chest.
Can you feel the sensation
of the chill that staggers inside?
Striving for warmth
As a child
my mother was always giving me advice
Of the many molding words she spoke
A particular set of them resounded the most in my mind.
i am an eavesdropper
not of conversations, but of action
behavior
does that make any sense?
i watch people like they are on display
but not in any judgmental way
I must admit I am quite compelled,This path doesn't seem to fit me,Wondering now if I can turn around,Trying to make sense of this,Intoxicated ,Oh these stories they kill me,
He said that I was a science experiment
An untouched batch of curiosity and exploration
His crystallized liquid epoxy
Had forgotten in his infatuation
in his curiosity
and in his exploration
Not every day do you see a place like this
Some call it a hole, others an abyss
It appears to be a gateway to Hell
Those who fall into it have a story to tell
The subtle disease
Of creeping intelligence
Is the glorified undoing
Of a wondering mind.
Up rises the curiosity
With every take
Every hit
As the power to control
Dominates the eyes.
Standing on the balcony square,
I watched the August moon,
Its gleaming light so fair,
And I knew I would be leaving
Soon…soon.
Brows,
They live there with grace
just over my eyes, below my forehead.
And they seem to be laced
much higher than
other features of my face.
And I sometimes wonder
Why, why, why?
Always a question,
never an answer
Why to do this, why to do that...
It's all about the reasoning
The why
Why, why, why?
Always running through the head
Why, why, why?
Sometimes life slaps me
I feel like a locked treasure with a lost key.
Caged, caged, caged! A wolf caged
Full of nothing but rage
For me emotions scare
A test... A dare
Will I fail?
I'm living high on Paradise
Where nobody cheats, and nobody lies
I'm blessed to walk on streets of gold
I'm doomed to walk these streets alone
I saw them
They gathered water
And the constant turning
As if she was waiting for change
Like someone to rescue her
Or save her from her own fear
It scared me
Kept me alert
Curiosity must hit hard like cinderblocks and bricks Because people constantly ask me, “What’s around your neck?” And I tell them, “A drum key. Been wearing it for years now”. And they nod and ask why.
Sleep my little girl,
Drift into a spacious world.
Fly with your wings above the sky,
Sleep your little curious eyes.
Follow your heart and let it be,
'Cause everything will be a surprise.
I had just finished my climactic battle with a cockroach this morning,
When I froze to look at the sight of its body in a groove.
How poor an incident I have caused, what terrors I ensued?
I am curious, and unsure.
I am going on a road and I don’t know where it will go.
I have castaway something that people told me to do,
for something I feel I may love.
It comes upon me like a storm.
A torrent of emotion
In motion.
A certain fear I have.
The fear of ending.
Not breathing,
Not blinking,
Not being.
It's the 'what if' that creates curiosity…
It's the 'what if' that pulls you in…
It's the 'what if' that stops you…
It's the 'what if' that penetrates every lasting thought in your mind…
