#dangers
A maze of trees i see before me though I want to go in
Will I be able to get of this labyrinth that is a forest
Though people don't see it for the trees i do so I walk in
As I did I see that the maze and I am the maze runner
But alas, though I started to wonder about this if there
Are monsters out there, a Sirenhead or a predator of some
Sort
Though I see that the most dangerous predators are man kind
Though I would still go in the maze for the fun of it but I
Need a walking staff to defend my self from the
M
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S
T
E
R
S
I see before me.
This is like a game of dungeon hack though the background is much
Nicer
I am just going for a walk though I see that I ain’t going to have to ****
Anything today. But tomorrow will be a different story so I don’t
Have to cry wolf, though I still see that it ends with us
I will begin a new with this life i was given and I will write my name
On the grass with with glow stick fluid
Some thing I saw once as a kid, though I am 37 seven years old
I see this glow stick trick was the lessor of the traumatic memories
Though not even traumatic…..it was rather fun
Will the glow stick liquid will scar aware the monsters, cryptids, and predators
Again the worst monster man…..
He will lure you with kindness though
He has no kindness in his heart
User beware…….
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 9:16 AM UTC
Love
It is a pain, though I try to look for it
With all my heart though I come up with
With more pain and more pain then someone
Who is already suffering. I see that this world
Though positive can eat you can melt you down
Like E
B
O
L
A virus
I never had a good experience with love though I keep looking
As if trying to find a specific star in the universe
It is
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P
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S
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To find a specific star in the universe and it is impossible to find
A positive experience with love
Though I tried to
It will only lead to the mental hospital at one point,
If god wills it then it will happen to me the finding of the right person
But if not I will not go insane over love it just is not worth it
Life is too short to be ****** off all the time
It ain’t worth it man
So don’t go looking for trouble
A storm chaser is a professional
A virus hunter is a professional
So don’t go a looking for the trouble
I just do not say the hype with love
The romance was dead
The romance will drive you to an early grave
So what is love?
So what is love?
I see what it really is, a form of psychopathy!
Love is pain!
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 8:11 PM UTC
Leave the house
Down the path
Day in
And day out
I sit
And ponder
On where
I can wander
Leaps
And bounds
With smiles
And frowns
I stare
To the
Far away
Rolling hills
With
Sharp Stone Swords
That
Long to Lunge
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 3:35 PM UTC
Turquoise waters cradled by an unknown guardian filled itself with the emerald rainwaters...
By the day, it appeared as an ever expanding expanse of a jewel encrusted crown that belonged to no queen...
But at night,the very same radiated conspiracy with its violet aura and indigo rocks that wove a sinister garment about it...
Reflecting the mysterious heavens in the mirror of its being...
But inspite of the risks...my heart often went drowning into the fathomless bottoms to glimpse the unseen glitters... by the day...
And at night, the heart often chased the dreams dancing an unheard melody in a boat...over the lagoon full of stars...!
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
Glances of a golden glow
Face raised up
and layers thrown
Childlike fun
Mid May rays
its warmth absolved
Cindered slow and tender
Scarlet tones rendered red
The invisible hand slaps
with a silent clap
No spite or bite just light
Remember this tightness
Dangers unknown grown
Charred from above
upon those below
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 6:57 AM UTC
I could sit by the blue waters, the ones that run seamlessly through my imagination for days. Hours, I could spend useless hours, worth millions to a lost soul just wandering down the alleyways of the darkest corners of my mind. Instead, I spend my time like I spend my money, I throw it towards spiral galaxies and treasures, but the unforgiving wind has its ways. Migraines. Those are the worst tricks of all time. Like punishments, they crawl up the sleeves of my soul and eat me alive. I feel that way a lot. Sometimes it’s not even a migraine, it just feels like one. It’s the gruelling existence of the daily hustle and bustle, the race to the top, or anything that has to do with a society that really twists my head into tangled knots. No matter how much “breathing” I do the antidote that is meditation only works for a second. I go outside to get fresh air, but once I reach the front step, I’m back to feeling crowded. Is that a feeling? What does it mean to feel? I don’t know, but you must understand. You must’ve felt it too. At least if you’re human you have, so have you? You know, I like to escape sometimes, but the mindfulness articles won’t tell you how. They’ll tell you to breathe. Like you’re doing right now. Try holding your breath. I heard it cures hiccups, well I read it an article. I read everything in an article. What I should eat, do, breathe, love, …feel…I read all that in those articles. You probably read them too. Anyways, I was talking about escape. Well for starters I like to close my eyes, and then envision the stars. I don’t see that much of them these days. Cars must breathe too, so they hide the stars away. But you’d rather get to your workplace then see the stars, right? The same place that makes your headache. Yeah, me too. I also read we are not the same, but I read that we are the same. I don’t know what to believe. I know what to believe. I hear you, but do you hear me? Am I yelling loud enough? Am I talking in my sleep? Oh, I know! I’ve been screaming this whole time, but in my head, on the bus…where I am quiet, so you can’t hear me scream. I think you can hear me; I see it in your eyes. You look sad, I am sad, we are all sad. You’ll never know though, because I posted a smiley face online, so now you think I’m happy. I saw you posted a video of you dancing the night away, your extravagant wedding, your new rooftop apartment, you’re probably happy. I heard you crying on the phone. I thought you were happy. Maybe I’m happier even though I’m sad. I think you’re sad, but that’s not what the articles say. They say you’re happy, you’re in Paris today! So, I believe them, cause that’s what I do. I’m a commoner, but that can’t be you. You have time, I spend time and you spend money. Keep spending, I read that you’ll be happy. I swear! I read it, online…you’ll be happy, I swear.
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
sitting by a window
staring out the smudged pane
past the polychromatic crowds
bent, huddled, faceless in the rain
a smeared image swirling by
modern art painting not yet dry
wishing to nod off
tired to the bone
the rattle and rumble beneath
the stop and the start
keep my weary eyelids apart
the odors of crowded humanity
fill my nostrils,
make them burn
alcohol, sweat, stale cigarette smoke
on clothes that are old and worn
garlic, deep fryer grease
pastrami and cheese in a sack
blood dried on the apron
slung over a butcher's back
a cacophony of noises
surge inside the car
papers rattle, fingers tap
on electronics or on steel bar
~~~
nobody's talking
eyes are downcast
to newspaper, cell phone
or hangnail
fear and distrust
thick in the air
scattered about like
yesterday's mail
on this common commuter carrier
they're traveling the same route
home
just working folks
trying to make it all work out
they have much in common
in a way, aren't they all kin?
worn and weary at end of day,
fellows in the midst of this din?
14th Street station ahead
warns of various dangers
posted there on a column decreed
Please do not smile at strangers
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
I never remember what poetry I've put on Facebook, AllPoetry, or even on my own site, Arlene Corwin Poetry. And I'm much too lazy to check. (I suspect that that's the danger when one writes everyday) If you've read this before well, read it again.
It just is what it is. The fact that Sweden's smuggled weapon rate has skyrocketed since the Malmö-Denmark bridge was built - as has the crime rate. A good example of the dark side of the moon.
The dark side of the bright side.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
Strangers we all are strangers,
As we fall apart into dangers.
Lying under the same sky,
Holding our hands to fly.
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
I love you as I love the sun,
basking in warmth and comfort,
those life giving rays,
vitamin C makes my skin glow,
as it penetrates my being,
I yearn for it sometimes,
for a brilliant day ahead,
with clear skies and sailing,
though it has dangers,
don't look directly at it,
else be blinded by your light,
don't stay under it's spell too long,
I learned to protect myself,
but it has burned me very badly too.
Cherie Nolan © 2017
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
AI, Moon Walk X"lll"X 15=10 and 5
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL1X51wyhBF7_aJvUdzE0qYPRaJMuBnn0l
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
Moments notice, temporal sign posts,
shifted meanings and twigs of broken memories all standing stark,
as white lights of embers glow, slow to realize the masses continue to wonder.
Eyes blazing in the giggling realizations uncanny calling out,
of the in between, as many of us glean and glimpse.
Have you oh wondering soul heard? have you oh simple soul seen?
If so what is it you have grasped of this altered edge of oblivion? fair the a well spring of signs to set your heart and mind free?
Or only to cast your gullet into eternal slavery, under the cutting reality of a cemented view?
Flowing edge of the swells this temporal cascading do cause the light do play in the reflections truth of stability abound in focus and vibratory standards , counted and measured only in the minds eye and the hearts manifestations of excepted adherence to a collective?
Or have you , or I , us sad and amazingly fickle souls found the true sound of sound doctrine?
One of truth , love and understanding? For seems this dear hearted friend, is far from the end, though not the beginning unless the glimpse of it has been felt and rendered assured in your own heart, least we get ****** again from the very, very distant pasts start.
So, it is asked yet again, where do we stand in this torrent and gelatinous time of man? Or shall we start all over again and wonder how tech can strip and manipulate the core and essence of a man and his absolute grasp of what is changeable in our entire past?
Or is it merely and simply just that we are all on the very edge of our dreams in this construct of a thing?
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
She died from her own imagination.
She gave up on the world
She wanted to live her stories
And look at where she got
She let the writing trick her
Into falling for feather lust
A type of attraction made for
Writers like us
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
I'm surrounded by the feeling of doom,
This is only the beginning of the pain!
My life a mere part of this game,
Visible at every turn, feel I'm being followed,
Feel death is watching me, every single day,
It's violent, my stomach, dry mouth-I swallow,
Every thing will wind up going down the drain.
It's only a matter of time...
Years ago I used to think it was a value...
Not to swear in front of "grandma,"
Be clean cut and tidy all the time,
Follow all the rules, straight A's at school,
Buuuuut...when I got older...
Ooooops! Said a swear word, a sprinkle of donut
Over my fat belly, the world on the blink
Is dragging me under one cell at a time,
Toward my eventual demise, so I can drink
Coffee and just wait for everything to stop,
It's like we're all being stalked by death,
I'm really feeling dizzy,
This cold scentless style-free flat linen bed,
Then I breath until I know I no longer can.
The lamp dims, the hospital spinning.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 3:41 AM UTC
If I look back, there is always something so close.
It's a cough, a bug, decay, it's the essence of a ghost,
It follows quite near, year by year, the more I ignore it,
The closer it gets. When I go to sleep at night my dreams,
They seem to vividly remind me of this following "thing,"
The proverbial "monkey on the shoulders," It's quite
Like something that starts out soft, and gets to be mean.
If I look back, there it is again, this thing that follows so close,
If I listened to you, I'd decide not to bother with it but just
Throw myself into this daily routine, this job that we "must do,"
I could ignore it and let it build up, like an itch I simply wont
Scratch, I could pretend it's a mirage, a cloud out-of-the blue.
But do I ignore it?
No, instead...
**It becomes my inspiration...the reason I don't care any more about
Your endlessly building needs or concerns.**
YES **I know you hurt, "you'll die first!"
If I don't reach you in time** I WILL **be "sorry I forgot your pain!"
While I reach behind my own back and rub my own troubles away...**
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
Sip my wit like lemonade,
Kiss between my shoulder blades,
Concentrate,
Can you even remember my name?
Skitter, sicker, savage, sad,
Pop a pill don’t feel so bad,
You say I can do anything,
Yet you’ve never seen my eyes glow like coal,
I am Skaði and I will always be cold,
And I have broken more boys easy as shattering glass,
Cut palms and no class,
I am contagious,
My tongue is forked and poisonous,
So roll up roll up,
Watch me make everything worse,
Watch me spit and snap and talk in curse,
But don’t get too close because without any doubt,
Being near me will rot you,
Both inside and out.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
They were strangers when they met, when they fell in love.
Strangely enough over time they became
strangers again, living under the same roof.
Silence closed every door, walked empty hallways,
and slipped out before breakfast.
There was far too much going on in
their heads to find that one word… sorry.
Being right can sometimes be so wrong.
Strangely enough, pride can **** if you let it.
It’s so ******* strange how that **** happens.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
Opening my heart again is danger..
to my mind..heart and soul.
Am I ready to risk it all again??
Each time I do it takes it's toll..
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC