Saturday, May 20, 2017






I could hurt you & you could hurt me. 
Isn't that the point? The duality of life. 
The greatest joys can bring the greatest pain. 
Every step closer to your heart 
could be considered insane. 
But I crack open my own over & over 
just to see what’s inside. 
I soak in my storm 
& though I’m heavy, 
I feel alive. 
I feel a part of an understanding. 

.Laura Curren. 

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

I get comfortable. 
The reality of how things have evolved sets in. 
I can feel a change. I fear it too. 
I panic for a moment. But I want it.  
I want it so bad I make it my world 
& forget I had my own before it. 
So I tell myself to relax. 
but I feel their sentiments & affection weaken 
the deeper I get. 
I feel a dull paranoia reminding me this has all 
happened before.
The further I reach for validation 
I'm left to look only in my own eyes & wonder what 
invites faded promises. But my blame serves no purpose. 
I look in my own eyes & see a version of myself who tells me this will all make sense someday. These emotional tests. 
These days. This doubt. It will all amount to something better, lighter, than this feeling. 
I'll keep telling myself that until I believe it. 

Thursday, February 23, 2017






You break my screen door 
because you've become unhinged too
& you want me to know how it feels. 
The fists in your eyes
are concealed cries for everything 
that could've been. 
You knock a picture off the wall
because it shouldn't have been there at all you say,
we should've never met,
I should've never said
I love you.
but I don't feel it like you 
so you show me with broken objects, fallen memories. 
The sound of your voice doesn't have the same effect 
so your last words are a slammed door with a broken screen. 

.Laura Curren.

We talk & laugh 
until I forget what's wrong with me.
Your mind & touch revive 
what I thought had stopped breathing 
& lost meaning.
My tongue with your taste 
& the sound of your name
vibrating off my teeth
unhinge closed doors.   
You push all you are into me
& I hold onto you 
as if that's where you belong. 

.Laura Curren.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017









For awhile I wanted someone to have their 
arm around me as a prop.
I wanted exes to see that I could still do things,
I could still be fun while my thoughts were stamped 
by the same words over & over, that the light in my
eyes wasn't drowning by the weights in my mind.
I wanted smiles to create curiosity. 
I wanted to prove to people I could shake myself out 
of my own lovesick heart. I wanted to be a new 
confident picture. I wanted the wrong reasons. 
But when I sat to rest with my own thoughts 
after endlessly being out of breath,I stopped 
thinking about how people perceived my happiness. 
Not how it all looked, but how it really felt. 
While I was screaming internally for attention, 
I never knew that I was really screaming for myself. 
The screams turned into soft reminders. 
A moment of peace spread over my chest & decided to 
stay for as long as I invited it. 
I smiled, no longer proving it to others 
but owing it to myself. 

.Laura Curren.

Saturday, February 11, 2017














You only care 
when I don't care.
When my words are flat
you want to stretch them out with 
wide eyed reminiscing. 
You want my reactions to fill hollow letters.
You want all my passion
but you don't want to keep it. 

.Laura Curren.

Friday, February 10, 2017













Every good quality
could be told to me
about somebody
but if I don't feel it,
I can't be told anything.
The chemistry of my body
has other plans in mind.

.Laura Curren.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

I could collect all the poems on this earth
to tell you that you're the best there is
& for once I won't have to explain why,
it'll speak in my eyes & stride,
in the silent bond
of my rambling heart to yours.














Some trees might wonder 
why the rain can be so
volatile with its' love;
what gives life also
cracks branches in chaos.
This violent romance 
seduces swaying to one side.
This lust for love 
teases with softer strokes 
but shows
it's powerful enough 
to uproot comfortable-
whether it kills 
or forces growth
in a different place.

.Laura Curren.

Sunday, February 5, 2017







Your actions murder
nostalgic butterflies but
your words bring them back,
your eyes sway their flight 
when you tell them you've changed, 
when you offer hands 
for them to land on 
but love is a verb; 
it takes practice & presence
it takes energy, 
it gives everything 
that sweet sentences can't hold,

it evolves with wings. 

.Laura Curren.











These lines on my face 
are maps to the memories 
I've visited &
they will show you the
bigger picture; I loved, I 
cared, I laughed, I thought 
deeply. I'm defined,
refined, sharpened by the years
but tending to my 
soft will keep me young 
no matter the shade
under my eyes or if my
bones ache. Prickled walls 
will never ask what
makes me feel alive & how
I spread that around. 
It's true that the more
open I let my heart be, the
emptier it feels
but when it's full, it 
brims to my eyes, it spills from 

everything I do. 

.Laura Curren.














Past loves have painted 
on the walls of my heart;
their art fades but marks me. 
I run my fingers 
over muted bright colors;
the magic remains 
but it doesn't cast the same 
spells as long ago-
it surrenders to 
the collapsing words, “Oh well" 

& finds life elsewhere. 

.Laura Curren.