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.

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.

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 asking 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.

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.

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.

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.