Saint Audrey May 20
I held in vain
The hope that you'd change
And stop making me feel
Like I'm doing something wrong

And tomorrow will tell how it ends, etched into the slate
Ground into our skin from birth, still we choose to replicate
Pointless is our new endeavor, thoughts you share with me
Kept me from facing bad weather, lulled me into sleep

Arguably, missed our apotheosis, sealed into this fate
Limp, wrested from our sleepless coffins, born to segregate
Fleeting things, labeled so clearly, time will never tell
As everything we once held dearly, circling the pit of hell

But I stayed
The same
For all this time
In the hopes
You'd see me off

But pseudo torches work real well, argue for the weak
Death and destruction reign, even as the dawn grows bleak
Every morning, time will tell, devastation that we saw
Miles off, but serves us right, as the final hammer falls

At the end
I still respect
The autonomy, I can see you smile
So go ahead
I won't keep you waiting
Stitches previously sown
Once more; as the slandering rolls off your tongue, curated by your source.

I relapse.
A flash flood fills my cavities,
Unearthing a tremble; I crack

Your tasteless words
Cascading through deep cracks into my soul;
Like canyons of the heart

Silently drowning, I breathe
Arlene Corwin Aug 2017
Bemoaning Similes & Metaphors

         (the lack thereof )

I cannot think in similes or metaphors.

I can, but it’s

An artifice.

A gift

I’ve not been left with.

Of course,

I’ve got Thesaurus –

My old pal -

To push me

In the simile





To see,

Their inner eye

Comparing parallels unconsciously –

A gift of gene and DNA –

Overwhelm me.

While I moan about my lack,

They sit with throne and luck

Expressing with an ease,

Anything they damned well please

In metaphors and similes

I lie in bed,

This running through my head.

That’s why it’s here.

Bemoaning Smiles & Metaphors 1.13.2010/8.17.2017
A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
It can seem silly sometimes - even containing a sense of the ridiculous
Atul Apr 2017
Those angel faces,
Seem so distant,
Me, my loneliness amazes.
My HP Poem #1515
©Atul Kaushal
Mikoarenas Jan 2016
Leading someone on was the leading cause of depression
I'm not saying this applies to everyone but it does to me
So listen up because otherwise what I do will come off as harsh

I'd classify myself as a gamer but the mind is something I'd never play with
If I get the slightest feeling something might not work
I'll change it

Get to know me while you can because when you're gone
You're gone
There will always be a next and thats something I'll never forget

Take the chance while you have it because it's not given to a lot
If you can't find it then keep trying
It might not be here tomarrow

I'm telling you this because I've experienced my fair share of depression
I'd rather not go down that hole again
So I'm sorry If what I do comes off as harsh

I've realized that if I want to care for some one else
I need to care for myself
So I'll go ahead and take care of that before I take care of you
Holly Feb 2015
I wonder if
Teachers ever realize
That some of
The students sitting
In their class
Have serious
Mental  Illnesses
And are collapsing
Under pressure they
Put on them.
Eleanor Rigby Dec 2014
I saw him today
He seemed happy,
He is happy, you know.
So I'm happy, too.

Alias May 2014
So many stories are alike,
With only a few small differences to count them apart.
Still they are far from the same.
My story may sound like yours,
But we've got different chapters in between.
And the ending's not settled.
Daylight 4U2C Apr 2014
I drank the alcohol, expecting something.
boy was I let down, when I got nothing.
No silly laughter, or grand horror story.
No youtube video, or easy talk for me.
Just a headache or two and a feeling of suffocation.
Just a scolding from people, and a dizzy sensation.
The bottle looked nice, and tv shows made it seem fun,
but after 3 gulps, I just felt like a street bum.
So I said goodbye to armpit beer,
and I assure no rose wine here.
Rum is for pirates,
much too complicated for me.
I'm done with heartache alcohol,
as you can plainly see.
How do people even get addicted to that nasty stuff?
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