October Tides

Hello Fiends,

This is the sequel to another poem I have posted on here called ‘A Curious Electricity’.

OCTOBER TIDES

The days crawl in and the years crawl out
Spreading an infection of contentment and doubt
Then in times of unrest, October drops in
To check up on the person you’ve become and see how you’ve been
A time when inanimate objects are methodically given a face
Fears are no longer concealed, but eagerly embraced
Dead leaves dance about with the scutter of insects
The air is alive with the burnt color of sunsets.
For a time, the heart commits mutiny and the brain gets locked in the hull.
A child awakens for the voyage and fears not the cold
For a few good weeks, reality is held at bay
Forced back by flood gates that could burst any day
Forget not, forget not, the person you once were
For the season will soon change and the tide will soon turn
From six feet under, to the top of your soul
In this one month a year, you will never grow old
You can still hear the laughter from a childhood lost
Even if the receptacle has been cleverly concealed by moss
Concentrate now, on that last dying flicker of flame
Don’t you dare let it go out, for you will never be the same
Take your hands, shield it, protect it from the wind
Breath life back into it with memories of forgotten whim
For in the months ahead, frost will creep into your bones
The child inside will be abandoned and left to fend on its own
So heed my warning and gleefully take my hand
Stay with me here forever in this most precious of lands
We shall never age a day or feel a sense of doubt
Isn’t that really what life is all about?

Thanks for reading,
~Curtis Rx

16 Responses to October Tides

  1. Migratory Zombie

    It most certainly is.

  2. MindlessZombie

    This poem makes me miss October and yet makes me all excited for it at the same time.

  3. Kau

    soooo… deep… so catch my hand for a little brief Lord
    I have one land to show you. is a magic place and have your storms
    and cold times… but, you cannot forget the person you are…
    is just it that make you beautiful.
    somethings never change my friend, you try, you want, you run
    you look around, stop, open the arms and still is the same
    with some scars, old memories, sad visions, bad lovers, and in the same time; you are the childhood with your big boots red and stars in the language
    cos the dreams dont stop… the magic is never stop your dreams!
    you always falling in the ground, broke the legs, the arms, bleeding…
    and smile ahahhaha is exactly how the life is…
    A million atoms of turbulence and feelings and you need food it all the time.
    is like one song… today I need you, cos the shine is weak, but the shine sometimes never finish… some flames never end. the mistery of the life.
    Yin Yang ah! the doubt never stop. but you can smile…
    I think when July drops this happen here…
    want burn in sunset! you not?

  4. Natalee

    I must say, I am now officially addicted to your poetry.

  5. Arkham Angel

    Fall has always been my favorite season – the beautiful transition between the scorching summer and the bitter winter – and October has been the month that cucoons me and hides me from the rest of the world. In October I truly am myself.

  6. I’ve been thinking a lot about October recently, making plans and such. I wish we can put it in a vile and bring it out whenever we want. I love these types of poems, probably my favourite. This is very intimate for me as it should be.

  7. Mandieville666

    reminds me of the song “greatest show unearthed”.

  8. Ira Paul

    I remember reading this one in your blog.And what October means to me…I always associate it with my childhood.And Halloween is maybe not the first reason.All of my earliest memories start with the Fall.It’s so quiet,leaves painted in yellow and orange collect into a carpet,this scent after the rain combined with the oak leaves.Long alleys.And there was always a feeling of a magic.Everywhere.A time when the world of a living and ordinary shares it’s space with the world of the supernatural.Perfect.
    This poem is like a caring hand that protects our childhood and the time when having fun was plain and simple.

  9. Becca Bones

    perhaps Curtis Rx should be worshiped as God is . . .

  10. Andrea Zzz

    IT smells like Halloween for me.
    Hmm, October. I love that month. I can always sense the excitement. And smell the fear in some little children :)
    I get to wear my blody lolita dresses without people calling me a spooky Freak ;D

  11. BekkyS.

    Wow, Curtis Rex can see the beauty in things better than anyone i’ve known.He’s genious and creative, thoughtful and imaginative. He’s probably better than Edgar Allen Poe himself.

  12. Phantasmagorical

    The style in which you write has a extremely rare and curious quality to it; I believe it is called being an absolute genious, magic weaver and you’ll forever have many dedicated fans that would rather die in numerous of grim and grisly ways than be in a world without you, Sir.

  13. Devii

    Aw,now I feel like an idiot.Never once has a poem made me cry,but at least they’re tears of happiness and deep understanding if you could call it that =]

  14. Amber

    I live life in a dark wonderland, to know others are with me is refreshing as at times I feel rather alone. Halloween is everyday for me and not just the dressing up but the feelings, thoughts, and sense one feels are there all the time one just needs to be more open, and i am glad that you are Curtis Rx. I hope, like you, I never lose it.

  15. Jack Creeps

    This and ‘A Curious Electricity’ are my favorite poems of yours. Scratch that, my favorite poems, period.

  16. Honor Scout

    I love this poem, it’s very deep and gives you realistic feelings! :) <3

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