You are my Pixilation

You are my Pixilation

A Poem by Curtis Webster

My love of numbers began with birthdays
always wanting to round up 7 not 6,8 not 7,9 not 8, ...
Imagining all the adult things I would do
counting away each freshly baked age with the anticipation of another
Anti-zen I guess
As if my life was a faded black balloon on a string
becoming accessible through a small leak of helium
but 
since we have met
moments have jumbled into blots of ink
random photographs
and fragrant air
I want things to slow down
my life to retard 
even invert
Time has become pressing
I selfishly want more time with you
I can't imagine future because it means time passed
I just want to keep experiencing this collage of moments
(photography by Aulterego: )

© 2011 Curtis Webster


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a very unique way of tellong someone what they mean to you very nice


Posted 13 Years Ago


wow.....your...really...good....I loved this...it was sooo descriptive and put a lot of passion in to it. Great job

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on July 16, 2011
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Tags: Air, Age, String, Rain, Ink

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Curtis Webster
Curtis Webster

Canada



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I am a dabbler Many musings ****result**** No expert but I enjoy my pursuits more..