I seek understanding
in the strangest of places
like watching the rain beat down
on black pavement.

I feel nothing now
for the raindrops falling
those fragile forms shattering
upon their stalling.

The endless sky drips
like a tarp with a leak
and oceans are buckets
that catch drops beneath.

I see a break
in the midsummer storm
But the love lorn clouds
will, again, form.

That's the cycle of nature
only I can see
maybe next time that cycle
will include me.
Unknown "Curious George" Feisty - 16 years, 9 months, 22 days ago

"What is Downtown?"
Current mood: artistic

My downtown is
coffee shops and graffiti'd walls
Jazz taverns and pool halls.
My downtown breathes
like an ancient elder
adourned with abandoned buildings
like jewelry
My downtown feels
every teen hanging in the park
as well as homeless creeping after dark.
My downtown knows
Because it's seen it all before
through stained-glass eyes from
the churches on every corner.
My downtown is giving
offering inspiration and space
where ink stains and spraycans deface.
My downtown takes
lives like from police pistols
pointed at pushers with pills
posted under streetlamps.
My downtown is
the only simblance of life in this town
the very simblance of death
No matter what
my downtown Gadsden is
I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Unknown "Curious George" Feisty - 16 years, 9 months, 22 days ago

I saw again, to my surprise
blue and gray then filled my eyes
followed by a lightening white
that lit up above the skies.
The heavens are alive tonight
Moons dance to stars delight
I watch, laying on a lawn of green
blinking while regaining sight.
I looked over, and met your gaze
My fingers reached and brushed your face
but in that instant you were gone
I came a day too late.
Unknown "Curious George" Feisty - 16 years, 9 months, 22 days ago

I can't wait for Fall again
again I'm aware
of this growing awareness
Growing within
Like a tree, again
I find myself.

My serenity dwells outside
Beneath a tree
in Autumn's light
I'll find myself again
Someday.
When we become trees
Growing beside, outside.

Leaves redden, I believe
Because of the bodies
of humans beneath.
Mixing again, growing

Again, I'm growing aware, of
this Autumnal Awareness.
Unknown "Curious George" Feisty - 16 years, 9 months, 22 days ago

The faint tone of a bell
rings in the distance
and snaps me back from my
Monday daydream.
In the shadow of a building
I swim in the wake of days past.
Is it true what they say
about memories?
Should they be let go
or held close to the heart?
I'm trying not to live in the past
but in the wake of my memories
I forget how to swim.
Unknown "Curious George" Feisty - 16 years, 9 months, 22 days ago