Monday, January 30, 2017






There are those nights when the dogs barking outside 
won't shut the fuck up,
when I wonder if theres something in the air-
a wistful wave that blankets us,
some shade of terror that only the animals see.

.Laura Curren. 

Saturday, January 28, 2017

I used to dig my nails into jagged edges
that I called love.
I wanted to believe my grip 
scratched the surface of untapped feelings
& this weight would become lighter 
if I just pushed harder, looked further,
if I still climbed for you,
held on for you.
I kept cutting my hands on potential.
I'd sweat & bleed to be someone you need
but it took me so long to see 
it's not because I was weak 
that I couldn't pull myself up.
I clung to ideas 
facing the wrong way.
I was afraid of turning around 
& falling down
but really it was 
flirtatious fear keeping me 
dangling.
I chose to stop reaching for 
what doesn't reach for me.
I loosened my hands
& told myself,
to trust where my heart 
carries my body, 
to let myself be pulled 
by love's gravity,
let go 
let go 
 let go.  
.Laura Curren.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017













At the bottom of 
my flights of despair, 
the broken bones of my hopes 
are scattered there. 
A pile of hardened feelings
making no shape of sense
just cry & spill distress.
Here lies a personalized mess.
My sense of humor recognizes me 
despite all this
& says between 
offering arms & a smile,
“Oh, stop being so dramatic!"

.Laura Curren.











My love is a different language to
those who fear loyalty & passion 
as one in the same,
no matter how beautiful the words sound, 
they remain lifeless without understanding. 
When I blame self sabotage 
for something not working, 
my excuses turn against me. 
The sides of me I said I'd never be 
appear when I'm 
seduced by insecurity visiting frequently
& chasing what's not right for me. 
When I stayed in the wrong relationship, 
I had the wrong relationship with myself. 

.Laura Curren.





I'll take this shitty 
day as a sign that
good news is due soon.

Haiku 68 .Laura Curren.  






Distract me with tv they call reality,
pressure me with skinny teas
& human advertisements selling pyramid schemes.
The internet & the media are as scary as our imaginations;
blame their wires 
but they stem from the circuitry of our minds. 

.Laura Curren.

Monday, January 23, 2017











The mundane gray is splintered by

volatile illumination:
passion, madness, sudden flashes 
of brilliance, 
all as beautiful & terrifying 
as the uncertainty of life. 
This energy startles
& cracks open still skies & minds. 
It manifests through lovers 
who learn to shock your attention 
& slip away,
only to leave you burning with words. 
or maybe it interrupts your normalcy 
with manic creativity,
the kind of inspiration 
that strikes you to the ground
& electrifies your wild eyes. 


.Laura Curren.

Thursday, January 19, 2017










Lightning is very 
beautiful, yes, but I know
what it does to me. 
A flash of passion 
striking through my somber grays
makes the whole sky clap. 
Illuminated 
skies make moments that also
mean risking my life. 
My heart keeps beating 
no matter the weather I 
create with my mind. 

.Laura Curren.
















I'll always love love
but it feels so good to not
care about you now. 

Haiku 67 .Laura Curren.

















Is it still patience if the whole time 
you're anxious 
but don't do anything about it?
Do you need to personify the word?
Are you still romantic 
if you do romantic things
but don't really feel them? 
People always have their self described 
& hidden adjectives. 
Words have their hidden lives too;
they may seem quiet & shy
but they awaken something inside. 


.Laura Curren.









If you're still playing 
with boys, how do you expect 
to attract real men?

Haiku 65 .Laura Curren.












With all this passing time 
I wonder if I'll ever 
forget your birthday,
the holidays of us in mind,
if I'll remember you forgot mine  
& you were just passing the time.  

.Laura Curren.











Sometimes when I sit in my car, 

I feel like I'm driving the whole world-
& who's to say I'm not;
it's all in front of me
over my dashboard, 
what I perceive,
the colors & details
I choose to see  
or the lack thereof, 
the blurred remains 
of places I leave, 
the past trails fast
behind me.
.Laura Curren.














My kindness is not
weakness if you're begging for 
it when you're in pain.

Haiku 66 .Laura Curren.
































Is it still patience if the whole time 
you're anxious 
but don't do anything about it?
Do you need to personify the word?
Are you still romantic if you do romantic things, 
but don't really feel them? 
Proper nouns always have their self described 
& hidden adjectives. 
Words have their hidden lives too;
they may seem quiet & shy

but they awaken something inside. 

.Laura Curren.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017










These stories are amusing 
& exhausting.
There are so many people, 
it's lonely. 
I feel lost in listed qualities,
pros & cons,
polished answers & buttoned up flaws.
I feel like a silly joke 
I mumbled to myself 
but an indirect listener laughed;
I've been looking for that laughter 
but it happens when 
I'm not paying attention.

.Laura Curren.










I'd swim in a sea 
of apathy  
to see 
your light house smile
catch me off guard
but help me focus.

.Laura Curren.


Friday, January 13, 2017







I'll always say please
& thank you, but I'll also
always say fuck too. 

Haiku 63 .Laura Curren.












We were young & had
to succumb to the soft yet
forceful pull of love.

Haiku 64 .Laura Curren.











We went to the same middle school. You were very 
attractive & I heard bad things about you. 
I knew girls who dated you & cried. 
I was the quiet type. I always knew more about people 
than they thought. I watched you from a distance.
High school came & pronounced my shape 
& sexuality looked into my nervous eyes. 
I remembered you but you didn't know me. 
I guess you liked how I looked more than 
when we were in middle school. & one day you kissed me.
We were lost in our chemicals & growing heights. 
We let this confusing & soothing feeling ride between us 
to become a story. We were young & had to succumb 
to the soft yet forceful pull of falling in love. 
We screamed each other's names, at the ceiling, 
at each other, to the sky, to our dreams. 
But something reminded you 
that the world could be cruel. 
Your light was eclipsed by dark memories; 
you took them out on me. 
You scraped the shame off your bones 
& threw it at me during arguments. 
You called me everything that hurts. 
I tried to hold us both while I felt 
shredded sympathy for myself. 
I became insane 
& loved your pain while trying to fix it. 

.Laura Curren.

Thursday, January 12, 2017






Help me understand
the sorrow of your parting
taste & touch from me.
Let your hands speak on
my skin. I'll listen to the
sweet sounds from your mouth
when you first feel how
I feel about you inside;
don't be afraid to go too 
deep, love. I'm waiting. 

.Laura Curren.







Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Maybe you're wondering if I've finally had enough of knowing you in whatever form that is at the moment. Maybe you even start to feel sad. But do my eyes interrupt your thoughts? Am I in your head when you look off & away until reality shakes you out of it? What fills me might be empty for you. 

.Laura Curren





I can't make you see it the way I do, but I can try. 
I was excited to know you- I know that feeling steers me off course when I really like somebody. If the sex is good, it's all over, I'm a fool. I assume that because our bodies connect so well, our minds will too. But when this doesn't work, I'm hurt by what pleasures me the most. I still see your eyes over my thighs & I want it to mean more. I want my hair pulled by love. 

.Laura Curren.




I'm at a strange age. 
I don't know which section of clothing I'm supposed to browse through. I feel like a little girl lost in blouses & responsibilities. I feel like a teenager oozing out of expectations & jeans. Cheap seems to be childish but price tags tell me to grow up. I'm almost everything. It all almost fits. I'm Cinderella leaving a shitty shoe behind, everything fancy dissolving into the dreams that created them. I'm a mix of an exiting decade. I'm a blend of confusion on clearance. I look for professional pants & sweatshirts to hug my hangover. It's not practical to be with the sexy jacket that will fall apart after a few wild nights but these thick sweaters make me look tired. I know we are all naked under our presentations of ourselves but if I could, I'd show you all the colors that embrace me just right. 

.Laura Curren.



Sunday, January 8, 2017















Television 

Watch other people 
do, play, speak, make, keep, break things.
Pause your life for theirs. 


Haiku 61 .Laura Curren.












When we were on the
same page, I never wanted 

to stop reading it. 

Haiku 62 .Laura Curren.







I want to be as 
certain as the type of day 
you decide to have. 

Haiku 60 .Laura Curren.




Saturday, January 7, 2017



You're calling me but
I don't want to talk to you.
I don't want to think about 
my voice, my word choice.
I don't want to slap my forehead 
for what I've said & say 
for how & what way 
I speak presents itself;
sometimes my words drunkenly  
stumble out 
& fall to the ground
or they catch on to unnecessary fears 
like misguided embers,
misguided tempers, 
but my thoughtful speeches 
curl into petals that peel & unfurl 

for the eyes willing to water them. 

.Laura Curren.







I can't expel my
energy anymore
to those who make it
feel lost in their atmosphere,
maybe you let me
hang in the air, in your smoke, 
your guilty pleasure, 
but my fires are
brighter than barriers, my
love can make stars sing.

.Laura Curren.









Either the
poised actress stepping out 
with a hand of help, 
in the evening gown, spilling down 
past adoring screams & flashes,
waving, kissing the air, 
selling her smile 
& right to have cellulite in a bikini
or the pop star 
who's had enough 
feeling like a display,
an animal 
in an inescapable exhibit, with her existence
behind the glass of screens,
waving one finger, cursing attention  
tumbling out of a vehicle 
with red eyes & no panties
saying fuck what you want her to be. 

.Laura Curren. 

Thursday, January 5, 2017








I'll land like a cat, 
miraculously, despite 
throwing myself down. 

Haiku 58 .Laura Curren. 









I can rid myself 
of the dirt I've allowed to 
settle on my heart.

Haiku 59 .Laura Curren.







The fuck it friend 
will chew up my problems with me;
fuck him, fuck her, 
fuck this, fuck that.
My smile will be stained 
with the names I spit out.
My issues might be covered 
by fear & luck 
but swallowing the truth 
& patient listening
are the only ways I digest them.

.Laura Curren. 

Wednesday, January 4, 2017












Maybe we're like balloons;
we're in prisons or vessels,
depending on your view,  
protected by skin that if broken
would leak us to be a part of, 
as one, 

what we always were. 

.Laura Curren.

Monday, January 2, 2017






Maybe I was meant to look at it all wrong for awhile. 
I needed all the wild nights to compare to stability 
& I needed stability to feel stifling. 
I needed to be suffocated by unconditional 
to discover fleeting & disposable. 
I needed to be cruel 
& for my heart fly to jaws that looked like nests. 
I needed to be as bitter as the drinks poured over 
the faithful butterflies in my chest
they landed in the wrong hands, on the perfect words 
to strip me down to vulnerability. 
the perfect exits & ending speeches...
& there I am again, the only character. 
Of course I thought I was the protagonist of my own heart, 
that who I would save would save me too...
 but really I'm the background to a bigger story, 
a bigger theme. This love, this circus of feelings
 made to do tricks & impress...act ridiculous, 
I wish it would wipe off its makeup, unchain it's wild 
& be free. 
I've been acting so long I've forgotten 
I'm an animal too. If it doesn't suit me why bother...
why wear what hurts me...why ask for anything less than 
soul moving, spirit enhancing, 
something that deeply & whole heartedly 
encourages you to breathe &
just be. 

.Laura Curren.