Some try to 
dig under, 
climb over,  
or create doors 
by manipulation.
but 
walls choose
when to fall 
for a better view. 

.Laura Curren.










Summer is sexy
& winter is romantic;
my heart is weathered.  

.Laura Curren.

I want to center you 
with my energy.
I want to take all the reasons 
you're attracted to me
& melt them into keys 
for parts you've denied yourself
but found in me. 

.Laura Curren.

In the attic of
my hurt feelings, one day there 
won't be space for you.

.Laura Curren.





I was layering tissue paper flowers on my paper;
they were beautiful & I had to have more of them, 
I had to murder them in glue to make them stay for me.
I was blinded by the pretty colors of my creation. 
A few wasn't enough.

My first grade teacher came over to me & started plucking at 
my artistic mulch & saying "No! No! Too much! Too much." 
Later in the year, I drew with bright colored pencils
a mountain with five flowers; 
I wasn't finished but I turned it in. This art that I felt was unfinished won an award. 
The very same thing happened a couple years later 
(this time for my incomplete pumpkins in colored pencil). 
I had to seriously question 
when to stop whenever I was creating something
& even still with music, the internet, drinks, relationships, holding on to hours of the night & their conversations...I don't know when to stop. I hold on just a little too much. 
I feel it all at once. Unfinished art may prod at me
but I'd rather drown in what I find beautiful. 
I'd rather be a mess than question my completeness. 

.Laura Curren.

I want to feel  
like the colors in your eyes
are meant to reflect in mine,
like your hands
understand 
& make my blood dance to them.
I sweat to the magic of my nerves 
& I take you all in. 
The chaos of my mind 
melts into the shape of my hair 
like branches across your chest.  
I let all I think lay there, 
I let myself be undressed.

.Laura Curren.

Forget the world

    in my touch, 

forget it in my eyes,

    forget that it's rough.

Instead be rough with your desires;

    feed them by licking me up.

Don't stop touching me until you

    remember all the good.

.Laura Curren.

You may be older
but judgment means nothing to
my experience. 

.Laura Curren.







I was trying so
hard to be what you want, I 

forgot my own wants. 

.Laura Curren.

Love means wanting to
share even when the other 
is no longer there.

.Laura Curren.

For awhile there I wanted to be lost in nothing
I wanted to be a part of the couch
& my fantasies come untrue. I wanted to be
a reality t.v. character
saying entertaining & crude things,
getting drunk & stupid,
crying & calling back home.
I wanted to be the girl
from a movie with an inspiring title,
looking romantically lost
with her eyes in the rain
waiting to have her inhibitions & dress torn off.
I wanted to be crushed grapes & tears in a glass
& my feelings at the bottom of ice cream cartons.
I wanted to be every stereotype of heartbreak
until I scraped myself off pillows soaked with my sorrows
until I opened a goddamn window & let the outside wink at me through the blinds.
I wanted to be my own private mess
until I gave up on giving up
until I not only had but gave
fucks.
until this state of being
left without telling me.
My smeared focus
started to sharpen. this representation of me was no longer fitting.
This on sale version of me asking to be worn & loved at the cost of a lower value was a chapter but not my whole story. Once the map of all my thoughts, you became just a stop. A point to gather myself & move on. There's too much I have to see out there.

This slow strip tease of 
your personality makes
my heart sigh deeply. 

.Laura Curren.









Communication
wasn't our strong suit, but our

sex was a story. 

.Laura Curren. 

For awhile there I wanted to be lost in nothing.
I wanted to be a part of the couch 
& my fantasies come untrue.
I wanted to be a reality tv character 
saying entertaining & crude things,
getting drunk & stupid, crying & calling back home.  
I wanted to be the girl from a movie 
with an inspiring title, looking romantically lost
with her eyes in the rain waiting to have 
her inhibitions & dress torn off. 
I wanted to be crushed grapes 
& tears in a glass & my feelings at the bottom 
of ice cream cartons. I wanted to be every cliché 
of heartbreak until I scraped myself off pillows 
soaked with my sorrows. Until I opened a window 
& let the outside wink at me through the blinds. 
I wanted to be my own private mess until 
I gave up on giving up, until I not only 
had but gave fucks, 
until this state of being 
left without telling me. My smeared focus 
started to sharpen. This representation 
of me was no longer fitting. This on sale version 
of me asking to be worn & loved at the cost 
of a lower value was a chapter 
but not my whole story. 
Once the map of all my thoughts, 
you became just a stop. 
A point to gather myself & move on. 
There's too much I have yet to see out there. 

.Laura Curren. 

My heart feels thin &
dark, but like the moon, it will
be full again soon. 







Past loves have painted 
on the walls of my heart, their 

art fades but marks me. 

.Laura Curren.

There's nothing civil

about war, but my heart & 

mind have fought for years. 

.Laura Curren.

I want you to push deep into me
until we're the only ones who exist, 
until we're in another galaxy
& there's no air to breathe 
but you & me.
I want you to pull me into 
those black holes of your eyes. 
I want my exclamations to paint the skies
like chemical sunsets 
we watch from views too high.
I can't get down or see the ground.
I'm just floating here in your everything 
& your absence,
your light, your sound.  
I hold your words like stars 
& string them into constellations 
giving them meanings 
& interpreted feelings.
This magic fades at midnight 
but I always try to make it last. 
I try to make it mine but
I'm telling you I can't this time.
Sometimes fantasy 
must be sacrificed for reality.
I can't imagine you 
anymore. 

.Laura Curren.