Empty Cup Room's a Mess
Empty cup room’s a mess
Glow light lit, messy papers stacked
Back lit computer shines in dark
There are my missing glasses, what the heck!
Taped up fine are things I’d lost
Pile of books? Who cares?
Cats are smiling; one eye needs a blip of white
Neon pink is really neon orange
So many cords rats could live in here
Bottle of water days old now
Toilet paper strewn across Thesaurus
Kid books stacked with notebooks and reference world book
Mold floating around in cup, remnants of coffee
I dare not open a drawer
Six pens already that do not work
Bits of spiral notebook paper
Curiously an uncurious scene
A mess I say I am cleaning today
As I add six more things to the pile
Categories:
uncurious, life,
Form: Free verse
U n c o n s c i o u s while the entire universe
fights against her reality,
she seems to have been MISTAKEN…
She makes all things decent worse,
holding an insensitive mentality,
while all her inhibitions have been TAKEN-
She carries on without contemplation,
forcing her into an oblivious revelation.
C o n t i n g e n t upon her choice to let go,
she reveals the reasons she was rejected-
Stoic and heedless, she craves CONCERN…
Preoccupied with loss she sinks below,
never feeling appreciated or connected.
For absorption of memories she does YEARN.
She craves the desire of a burning sensation,
Forcing her into an oblivious agitation.
N e g l i g e n t to life, she’s always distracted,
feeding off intellect while absent-minded-
Uncurious as to why she’s never felt LOVE…
She once found hope but she overreacted,
and always had to be kindly reminded,
that sometimes awareness comes from ABOVE.
She feels a rush of an inadvertent obliteration,
forcing her into an oblivious orientation.
Form O-Only One
Sponsor, Broken Wings
May 8, 2017
Categories:
uncurious, absence, analogy, anxiety, fear,
Form: Rhyme
Rogue and destitute,
In dreamlessness I drift
Stolen by the numbness of routine
I lack your acceptance; I crave the pristine
Your pivoting words both lull and dull me
I harden day by day in its power
Though inside, the spark still lives
Gaining ground in an otherwise lost heart
Toil I must
Wait, I trust
Can you not grab hold of life and hurl these material things?
Can you not, for once, be free of control, and instead live?
Can you bear your force upon me with passion,
Instead of stone-faced apathy?
Direct me, and I will flee from all paths
From all of your torturous machinations
You cannot protect me, destroyer of joy!
Worship your uninspired content,
Your uncurious, indifferent rot
For I must away,
To the greatness of every day
To undo this cursed sleep you have inflicted upon me
Awaken me, undress me, and bathe me in secret exhilarations
And do not look on me like one who regrets,
Do not qualm over this uncontrolled zealot who possesses me
For she dresses you, comforts you, enlivens you, completes you
Every great day
Categories:
uncurious, adventure, anger, beauty, depression,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Woke up this morning
Then I closed my eyes again
I remembered you were gone
I remembered that picture on the night stand was face down
I remembered how I missed you
I forgot how to forget
And before I woke up it was working so well
My uncurious unconscious dictated my feelings
Filing my head with music and happiness up to the ceiling
Where the only thing that mattered was jumping sheep
with pink polka dots
wearing green hats
Woke up this morning feeling loss
I remembered your favorite song
I remembered how you smiled when I sang it
I forgot how to forget
The most important thing
The one thing I needed to remember I let slip
Sliding out of bed
I slowly started to push you back
into the depths of my mind
Starting my day, I’ve pushed you out of the way
Here in the waking world I remember how to forget
A smile crosses my lips
Categories:
uncurious, death, lost love, music,
Form: Blank verse