#compete
I love you in a way
that feels bigger than I know how to hold.
But every time I look at you,
there’s this quiet fear
sitting behind the feeling—
like I’m already bracing
for the moment you walk away.
I know I’m not the only girl
who gets your attention.
I see it in the way you talk,
the way your focus drifts,
like your heart hasn’t picked a place
to land.
And I start wondering
what they have that I don’t.
What they can give you
that I can’t seem to be.
I love you so much
I have dreams about you.
But in every one,
you’re standing beside someone else,
smiling at her
the way I wish you’d smile at me.
I wake up with that same ache—
loving you,
but feeling like I’m already losing you
to people who haven’t even tried yet.
I don’t want to compete.
I don’t want to feel like an option.
I just want to be enough
for you to stay.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 10:43 AM UTC
the attitude upon on your face
intense pressure coming my way
lowkey, feeling it too
my heart, I know you want it
battling me on this court for it
trying to get me to see your point of view
maybe it’s the drive
maybe it’s the ambition
burning desire you showcasing within you
this is overwhelming
I see your affection
play against me, show what you can do
we should
compete a little
play a little
bet who wins against who
if you
score a little
defend a little
and win, my heart will belong to you
come play me
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 9:20 PM UTC
I could it have been chance, our connection so deep it could be seen by the blind?
Are two souls spilt searching for eternity to be reunited, I can say the moment it felt complete like none other?
Hold too tightly or too loosely jt slips away, eternity is long we will see each other again.
It couldn't have been chance.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
Watch the stars
As they shine for you
Twinkling in the darkened hue
Battles raging against the sky
Heights gazing past our eyes
No matter what they say
You illuminate the world
Brighter than the constellations gleam
After all
The universe can’t compete against you
In a sea of darkness
Engulfed by light
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
Every 4 years I post this, hoping that the message, although lighthearted, will come forth.
The Doped Olympics
Why don’t they simply create a new branch
And call it the Doped Olympics?
By the laws of semantics
It soon would come into the language, legitimized:
Youth forgets past.
Soon the word would have lost its original shame,
While the name of the game
Would be guilt-free and blame-free,
And those who would qualify
Could have drug deliverance, muscles defined, bodies divine.
If they dropped dead at forty
At least they’d have entertained millions,
Fulfilled their ambitions,
Made lots of folk rich
And set records untold.
Let those few or many spend hours in training;
Let chemists develop concoctions so new
That the pole-vaulter flies,
The sprinter’s a jaguar,
The shot put is sent into orbits of space,
The long jumper jumps twenty meters
While men become fierce
And the women grow beards,
Which gives all of the chemists new projects to work on.
A yes to the ***** Doped Games.
The Doped Olympics12.2. 2004 revised 1.27.2016re-revised 7.25.2016 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Corwin
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
Life is insurmountable
The young man said,
As he climbed the stairs
To old age.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
I want you
I want you like you wanted me
But the sad truth is
It will never be
Because you're with him
And I just can't compete
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC
Any other man can never stand up next to you without stumbling down
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
You sat beside me and spoke so sweetly
Let your hands run up my back ever so discreetly
I felt you dancing along my vertebrae
To the tunes of your own words that mould like clay
It took all of me to lift my sleeves
And show you my scars, the reason why everyone leaves
You titled your head to get a better view
Pointed out every dark depressant hue
Then you let your tongue slip
To tell me they're not the wreckage of skin, shadow and ship
That they're not remotely close to how bad they could be
Little did you know how much those scratches mean to me
You spoke of a girl you once knew
Like a Broadway play acting on cue
Mine were nothing compared to hers
In your words, mine are like nicks from spurs
You left me blowing in an empty breeze
While I whirl around like branches falling from trees
Nicks and cuts becoming apparent
My chest transforming transparent
Now I sit curled in a blood soaked bed sheet
Unwillingly trying to compete
Keeping my bones warm
While emulating thoughts swarm
To think you were going to be the one to make my bed
To think you were going to be the place to rest my head
As if I don't hate my inflections enough
You turned into a wolf and puffed and huffed
Blowing me down like a house made of straw
Then you sat back and laughed as I crawled
Letting the stones cut my upper thigh
You asked me what it feels like to die
I told you that it feels a lot like this
And those tiny little nicks shouldn't be dismissed
Because every wound bleeds
It's a part of sufferings deed
And soon enough they'll bleed you dry
By then it sure won't help to cry
You will be the death of me
And only then will you see
That those nicks and cuts mean so much to me
And that they are as bad as they could be
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
My enemy let us compete,
in game unique, offbeat.
This is my father's vintage gun,
using it we'll have some fun.
Rules of the game let us fix,
bullet is one, chambers are six.
Rotate the chambers putting bullet in one,
where is the bullet will be known to none.
Pointing each one's head in turn,
we'll pull off the trigger one by one.
At the very outset brain can rend
or game can go till the very end.
Six times of nervous ******
is enough to make the projectile burst.
With anguish and pain looser will yell,
very soon his soul will reach fiery hell.
Winner's anger and hate will get a vent,
future will give him enough time to repent.
My enemy let us compete,
in game unique, offbeat.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC