Grab onto life, never let go,
Forget the pain, you’ve come so close.
You know the path, know where it leads,
But there’s no reason to be a plant when born a tree.

You’re blinded by trails of regrets,
So stop placing money, placing bets.
You are who you are, so accept it.
It’s time to love and stop dreading it.

Life’s timer is running out.
So live in the present, live in the doubt.
Stop worrying of every choice you make.
Choices are choices, that’s why there’s mistakes.

The path ahead is so dark and gray,
For you know where you are but never the way,
To push past the darkness and head for the light.
For day to exist there has to be night.

Digging in the garden looking for peace of mind, peace in my heart.
A heavy day from seemingly nowhere.
The morning was bumpy; sticky with issues.
The afternoon brought me outside.
I reach for the sun, feeling the leafs of plants and the cooling air.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring.
Stay in today and don't let it go too fast; slippery in my grasp.
The day is almost done.
Night has fallen on this early winter day.
Luna welcomes us all to see the stars, feel comfort in her brilliance,  love nature and step outside for one moment in eternity.

[There Are] Things You Can Never Change

You make provision for; you train,
Prepare, do anything you can,
And still,
You have to deal with the moment:
Variations never-ending,
Ever modifying and evolving
Subject to the will
Of something your own will,
Will never understand.  
(why do you think there are so many meanings to the word?)
Good luck, and blessings on us all.
May we cull the best from life in every world
That may/may not exist.

[There Are] Things You Can Never Change 11.25.2017
Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Reality;
Arlene Corwin

Special
Moment
In
Life's
Encounter

I smiled the moment I met you unexpectedly in my Life.

Creative morals
Lead me to new moments,
Which I thank them
For sharing
If not then.

To be blessed,
One must struggle first
And know right from wrong.
Not to boast, but thirst
For patience must take time
Yet age is not so long.

They zipped out onto the train tracks,
Don’t hold the others back.
Ice cold lights with splattered wet
Rain on them, you always regret
Because we decide to forget.

Oh, but let us be distant!
Talking trails to terrible tunes
Compared to the empty bliss
Of sand dunes.

You must wonder why
Leaves fall off trees
For when I think of you,
Just the thought
Shakes up my knees.

As each moment passes in my life
And the end comes ever closer
I fail to see how my hourglass
Is running of the sand

You never know when it is
Or how long you have
You'll count the moments passed
But never the moments left

These many days on average
We tell ourselves every time
We never realize that the average
Is not how many for us

To be something in this life
To do something for this world
To find something brilliant
To reach somewhere in the end

Because any moment can be your last
Probably it is in today
Or a few days from now
The clock is ticking and time, running out

To be what you are to be
To understand what the complexity
Of the world, the universe
This is so little time

To be all that we can be
To do all that we can do
This is the only time we have
And it is not nearly enough

Why waste those precious moments?
Why ruin those amazing seconds?
Do what you want to do to be happy
And make use of this little time

a thousand and three hundred days
since I first heard your name
spoken quietly in front of a busy classroom
your hair pulled back into a neat ponytail

common, I thought
fitting into that pocket of ordinary
another face I will forget
another voice that I will lose in a crowd

so with everyone else
I merely tapped the edge of my notebook
wishing that I could find a way to disappear
into the lines of my notebook pages

months passed and you were 15 steps away
I used to settle into a corner near you
but I never bothered to offer my words
someone else needed them
and I used to clutch her hands until she stopped crying

and I sang her lullabies
and I used to belong in the nook beside her feet
and I thought she was my everything
and nothing felt the way her touch did

but I remember that one time
that she was gone and I was lost
and I found my place by your feet
I found a corner I could breathe in

there was still a distance
for you weren't who I would search for
and we may have exchanged words
but they were emptier than my hands without her

we grew apart
because what was there to hold onto?
do we hold on to the similarities that are but trivial?
do we hold on to the way we used to grin at each other when our gazes met?

days went by, weeks, months
I found hands to clutch and arms to hold me together
within those four walls I found more
more than what our wood-enclosed space could offer

there were early morning talks with small biscuits
there were pieces I wrote over the forgotten places
there were bittersweet tears on sleeves
there were stories bounced around

your name was still there
somewhere between the whispers and the lost chapters
and all I could think was I knew you
or well, I used to

there were the glimpses of you through windows
there was the same smile shared
so far and yet nothing changed
so far and yet I kept remembering how I fit into your corner

and then something brought us together again
I did not want to start over
I did not want to say "hi" for the first time in a long time
but it felt like I didn't need it

soon enough we were sharing stories under tables
our jackets barely keeping out the chill
our hands wandering into each other like magnets
and for some sort of reason I never ran out of words

you knew my heart
knew the way it beat so tirelessly for someone
knew how I had to choose
knew how I smiled through the screen when I told you
and I knew yours

good morning and goodnight
every single day, no fail
all those words and laughs in between
all those things that you found out about first

2am sleepy conversations
with coffee in our systems and glitters on our legs
tired eyes and wrong words
the lure of sleep pulling us in

6am greetings
you say you've just woken up
and I am ready to leave
I ask you if I should bring anything
and you're too tired to remember

5pm checks
"are you going to do this?"
"nah, I'd rather sleep."
I tell you about his smile
And you tell me about the way he holds you

and slowly we get more comfortable with the silence
all of the little things we share through the quiet
all the lack of words that never feel empty
the understanding that we are more than what we tell each other

that one time I could've really held you
with the colored lights too blinding and the music too loud
but I didn't mind any of them
since the moment I saw you

but he took you away
and I kept shouting in protest
and it didn't feel fair
but I forgot about it too soon anyways

I spent most of the night
trying to keep myself upright
holding onto the hands that took mine
trying to find you in the mess

and there was another time
when I told him to look for you
when he came back and told me you were with someone else
and my heart broke for him

and after that you realized that you really didn't know me
it was the first time we really fought
I was sobbing and you said words I never thought I would hear from you

then there was the unbearable silence
and only then did I realize that it was destructive
the way I needed to talk to you
because there was nothing but loneliness in the absence

I thought I would never get you back
I was afraid of so much
for the first time in a while
there was nothing but tears

and you came back
you held me and embraced me and told me everything I wanted to hear

I sang to you the songs I drunkenly remember
I wrote again after a lifetime of deleted drafts
I found my corner once more

but with that
I found out
that you were in love
I should've been happy
but something was wrong

and every day that you tell me about him
I die a little bit inside
but I will be happy
because that's all I should really be

sometimes your hand wanders into mine
sometimes I can tell you I love you until you fall asleep
sometimes your head is on my shoulder and I know it belongs there
sometimes I pretend that you can be mine

one thousand and three hundred days
and I know your name anywhere.

Sometimes your darkest moments become the moments when you see the clearest.
When you let go and see the world from a different perspective.
That the moments you spent with someone are the ones that have made you the happiest.
The things you’ve feared all along have become your most desired objective.

When you have completely given up and see how the smallest things can spread happiness to everyone.
You wish for the emotion that has eluded you for so long.
Then you realize that happiness can always be found and you need to rely on no one.
But even so there is always that one person to which you belong.

Most of the time the one you truly need has been the one right in front of you when you needed someone the most.
Giving you the strength you needed to face each day.
Perhaps it’s the person who you’ve held so close.
The one that’s always been there to show you the way.

I had someone like that and after everything we have been through.
The only person I want to be with is you.