Curtis Bell's Poetry Emporium

Filip Herbst Haiku

Curtis — Sun, 22 May 2011 01:56:02 +0000

Filip Herbst’s tunes pour

out a sea of stimuli

Feel the submersion

My God, I’m A Monster

Curtis — Sat, 07 May 2011 02:22:41 +0000

My God, I’m a monster

Feared by many

Adored by few

The ones who fear

Know to steer clear

Of my subtle vengeance

The ones who adore

Ignore the fury and perversion within

Oh, sullen brevity of life!

My evil deeds beg for disdain

By holy and heathen alike

I know the few who adore

Decide to keep me real close

My demise is imminent

I’ll be food for your pitchforks

Kid Stuff In Your Eyes

Curtis — Sun, 24 Apr 2011 01:26:03 +0000

Nostalgia, oh how you bring out immaturity

Its been 22 years and counting

The lack of adult behavior is disturbing

Pop culture references, slang, and in-jokes don’t help

It is somewhat justified as “nerdiness”, yet it is just a ruse

The beats in this head are childish

Neverland disguised itself as some Northern Illinois town

Deception rules the day

What’s next?

Another failed crush?

20 of those already passed

Toy collections?

Well, those X-men and Power Rangers figures turned into instruments

It is already a losing fight

Diploma, please hasten your arrival

This manchild needs a license to be a grown up.

Abandoned Talents

Curtis — Tue, 15 Mar 2011 01:54:19 +0000

Forgive me

Stop me from abandoning

This paramount talent

Let me stay

Let me bleed

So I can protect

Us all

Pacific Catastrophe

Curtis — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 19:39:21 +0000

Natural terrors

Ravage the islands, but who

Will rescue them all?

Solar Asphyxiation

Curtis — Thu, 10 Mar 2011 02:59:24 +0000

Night falls rapidly

The sun is suffocating

No need for the shades

1996

Curtis — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 02:52:35 +0000

Fond memories don’t happen often

Only the fondness comes in

Cartoons, games, neighbors, and friends

Parents had grief, but their love still remained

Grace did its best to reign in my Elgin home

This rambunctious heart had trouble being human

Without hurting others

At least it was the last year for authenticity

Discoveries are still made from artifacts

Bring back whatever solace was left

Bring back the truth

Just change this childhood into something better

Damascus (Band) Haiku

Curtis — Sat, 26 Feb 2011 04:15:08 +0000

You don’t have to live

In Syria to enjoy

Damascus the band

Feeling Voiceless

Curtis — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 00:12:11 +0000

I’m singing without inhibitions

Singing originals and covers

Even when this larynx is failing

Now, I sit here

With a whisper as a scream

I’m feeling voiceless

When I got careless

I’m the king of overdoing it

So inhibitions are in order

Online Venting

Curtis — Sat, 12 Feb 2011 16:35:32 +0000

My sorrow and rage

Permeates through cyberspace

I have no such bounds