#em
Don't forget we are all different,
Only human, and unique ----
No one is prefect and
Today's a new day to start anew ----
Each day is. In this moment, this
Very moment,
Everything seems like dream and
Reality seems so far away, but this is
Life and change changes has to be made,
Each day; little by little changes happen.
Tomorrow is a new day and
Each day forward is a chance to change---
Moments like these are amazing! <3
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
I see you everywhere but beside me,
the one place that I need you the most.
I don’t know if you’ve just felt like hiding,
but it feels like I’m being stalked by a ghost.
I think of my life consisting of just time biding,
with parasitic emptiness and I’m the host.
This hits me like waves I am meant to be riding,
and it follows me persistently from coast to coast.
The grass didn’t seem so green back then
I guess all that constant rain did pay off,
‘cause now this little future’s just a casual friend,
and my god looking back the past was soft.
It’s not like I always want to be drenched in sorrow,
I find I look much better in brown, blue or grey,
you know I’d trade in every tomorrow
for just one more yesterday.
I hear every voice but yours in my ears,
the deafening noise has made me forget that sound,
since I’ve heard that sweet melody it’s been too many years,
and every other pitch makes my static brain pound.
I’m always biting my lip but now I’m fighting tears,
I shake my head side to side and around.
I’m quickly losing stamina from battling my fears
and now looking forward to my hole in the ground.
The skies never seemed clear and blue back then,
it turns out that I was the creator of each cloud,
I’m hoarding past calendars so that I can pretend
that I’m back in time and making everyone else proud.
If you’ve got a hour or two that I can borrow,
I swear I’m good for it and whatever price; I’ll pay,
‘cause you know I’d trade in every tomorrow
for just one more yesterday.
I feel you all over, laced in everything,
if it wasn’t such a curse, it’d be a gift.
You’re the peace in winter and the hope in spring,
you’re the summer sun and autumn’s winds so swift.
I’m relieving every memory, looking for a place to cling,
I remember all of the details but the clarity is now adrift.
Side to side, back and forth, I constantly swing,
it pulls and drags me down but it can also give the highest lift.
The sun never seemed to shine right back then,
but maybe I was just too busy looking for artificial light.
I was never one for second looks but I should’ve searched again,
because everything I wanted was already in my sight.
So I plant a seed hoping it will eventually grow
and I sculpt all I wish for with clay,
‘cause you know I’d trade in every tomorrow
for just one more yesterday.
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 10:12 PM UTC
“leave ‘em laughing when you go”^
it appears that Ogden Poet and Joni Songster
have ganged up
on poor Pitch Black
to remind
that he who laughs best,
is he who laugh hardest
at himself,
and their vanity fair
the bathroom mirror chips in
with a
chiding chortle,
spasming him so hard,
mirror cracks!
right about where
the smiling mouth
and laughing rolling tears intersect,
under the nose,
landing in an open braying mouth
“Laughter is the corrective force which
prevents us from becoming cranks”
just a most excellent reminder that
gods come and go,
taste in deities is
just another fashion item*
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 8:19 AM UTC
Send your preyers to the world above
Remind yourself of all of the love
You've felt and seen and been
Ridded with messages unseen
Holy grail
Save yourselves
Whomever you hail
They reveal themselves
Open your mind
And send your prayers,
To love true, and current now
You will find
And find in layers,
To believe, and love will allow.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 4:46 AM UTC
my youth
ending very soon
sinking in my head
seeing through a tube
(let go)
with nothing to lose
your soul
beaten and bruised
you wander with no clue
I examine all your shades of hue
you
see me as a fool
but darling of HIS, I'm just way too cool
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
Days Of Distraction: The List
What can they be?
They seem to go on endlessly.
Helping out a friend in need;
Finding ways to heed the need(s)
Of several needy friends in need.
Ignoring things that might be done,
Might be some fun
And useful monetarily.
Ignoring requisites of I, myself and me.
Structure: that’s one key.
Thinking practically; harmony.
Priority to me, myself and I.
Life is simple.
Roof, warmth, food -
Summed up sample of the simple,
Which gives ample time
To carry out the other,
'Other' meaning tools which further
Happiness and satisfaction.
Paying bills and buying,
Days of duty and temptation;
Stress and tension:
‘Stressed out’ grown to idiom.
What to do about this ‘dream’,
For dream it is.
This is a list and not a scheme;
Not a plan nor stratagem.
Read and think, find out!
The answer lies in nought but thee.
(That’s you and me).
You’ll see
what works.*
Days Of Distraction 10.21.2017
Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is Me;
Arlene Corwin
*Chatted with my 'English rose' of a daughter (raised in Oxford, England now residing in Oregon, USA.) who complained of distractions which keep her from other, perhaps more practical or and/or rewarding things. It inspired these little reflections.
It will go into my collections: Definitely Didactic and I Is Always We Is You. By the way, my 16th book Birth, Death & In Between II went into publication today!
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
I wish to love you like no one in this world has,
I'll give you the sun, the moon,
the trees, the leafs,
and the greenest grass.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
Tonight, is just a normal night,
living in fright, fighting for my life.
Tonight, yes, and the stars are shining bright,
caressing the moon but cutting like a knife.
And the demons passed by my door, colours of black and red,
crawling on the floor and ripping up my bed,
whispering sweet nothings of silence through my ear to my head,
calling out for violence, replacing love with bloodshed,
telling me I don't need breath but poison instead.
Tonight, tonight, keep on your light,
Darling you're the only pretty thing in sight,
and you say I'm accomplished, but we know only in plight.
So. Where. Should. I. Go?
Just know, without you, the wind will never again blow.
Just know, without you, the stars will never glow.
Not tonight.
"No," said you to I, while I was cursing at the sky,
energy running low, but emotion flying high.
"Don't go" said I to you, watching colours change hue,
black and red to blue.
That's what love will do.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
Ask lone questions that were made for a King,
one who was born mute, blind and deaf.
He'll express the most breathtaking things,
only coming from this final breath.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
The Canal is frozen solid,
near by my car tempts fate with races.
In my last goodbye each "I" is dotted,
with broken hearts and sad faces.
It reads; "I'm never going to leave you,
my ghost can float along in your life.
While each moving noise will deceive you,
and I'll be bound to you as if your wife."
So you tore me up like an old receipt,
just another object you don't wish to keep,
but you can't return as I did not sell,
I should've seen down payment before I fell.
Do I even know you? I'd like to believe I once did,
A conclusion I drew, and from the beauty you hid.
It's more painful for me to ask, than for you to have to hear,
I guess you switch up your new mask, at the start of each new year.
I feel so hollow inside my torn up chest,
to the point where I'm not sure which side my heart does rest.
Left or right, I just can't decide,
and it calls out silently, but the beats seem to hide.
For I still grasp at my clothes, I wish to forcefully pull each thread,
as the inner turmoil impose, on my already swollen head.
That is now flooding this page, an explanation to your fully aware mind,
I'm just past that blissful stage, that we could never really find.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
In that moment it had occurred to me that for my entire life I had been breathing in a toxic, poisonous gas.
One that had been draining my life and destroying my soul.
The first word she spoke, the first smile that I witnessed grace her lips; that was fresh air.
She was oxygen.
I may not have much. I may not be worth anything of value.
But she owns every ounce of my soul.
Every thought in my head.
She owns my entire heart,
and hopefully, every second of my future.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
In this rule book I carry till the day I die,
first lesson is; you have to learn to lie,
and cover those wounds with a wistful sigh,
'cause penguins wouldn't be loved the same if they could fly.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
Her name is Mercy and she says it like a joke,
she shows up when you're thirsty just to watch you choke.
Yes, her name is Mercy and she seems almost like a star,
but she just wants to hurt me, she just lives to be a scar.
Her name is Mercy and she claims to be a saint,
she pushes just to see if you'll ever voice complaint.
Yes, her name is Mercy and it's the most beautiful sound,
and what she claims to be is never truly found.
Her name is Mercy and she's stunning in your eyes,
but you always know the worst will be what she claims is a surprise.
Yes, her name is Mercy and she lights up your life,
her eyes are flirty, but her words are a knife.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC
I was trying to show that I'm not like rest,
but I think I only succeeded in boring you to death,
As I can see the lint from you picking at your pockets,
And the burn marks on the same fingertips from sticking them in sockets.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
The world, don't you see it?
You should glance, as it's bound to end.
Don't stand, you really should sit,
it's the only way your knees turn to bend.
High aggression with loose remorse,
who starts a riot in such a heavenly place?
In a doctor's office, walks in a horse,
and the physician only says "why the long face?"
Take me to the graveyard,
and lie me on the ground.
I'm playing the "one day..." card,
as it's the only one I've found.
Maybe this translucent simplicity,
has made everyone so sick of me.
But I don't talk back, for I've silenced my lips.
So dry they bleed and crack, but so wet my thoughts still slip.
Everyone keeps their movement going,
they don't lose step with the rising flame.
Their masks are slipping to start showing,
underneath they are dull and tame.
The problems line up to play "Red Rover,"
I'm feeling weak, I know I'm going to lose.
But I never hear them yell "come on over,"
which is a relief as I'm too tired to tie my shoes.
Take me to the graveyard,
and lie me on the ground.
Just leave me and disregard,
my final word's dying sound.
Maybe this translucent simplicity,
has forced the world to finally see,
what no one will admit, the drying paper on the line.
Accusations that don't acquit, just blank navigational signs.
"To be Continued..."
It always sounds so great,
but the original was skewed,
so the sequel relies on fate.
Take me to the graveyard,
and lie my body on the ground.
Walking away won't be hard,
my corpse turns to dust, pound by pound.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC
How many people have to die for your "personal growth?"
For your "well being," or your "revelation?"
You accepted the burdens when you swore your oath;
the pledge, the vow, of your own creation.
A beautiful tornado that wipes the ground clean,
destroys all stable structures in it's path.
A breathtaking painting depicting a deadly scene,
this is unrequited dedication's true wrath.
Back and forth, side to side,
this is a gorgeous question mark.
South and North, turning tide,
this is the light that leads to the dark.
How many people have to die for your "personal growth?"
For your "Eureka!" For your "I got it!"
A question and an answer; you are missing both,
the obvious is present, but you've always fought it.
A gentle hurricane that cracks the Earth,
that shakes wildly and tears the skin.
A stock that's crashing with impeccable worth,
this is unrequited dedication's identical twin.
Back and forth, up and down,
this is a gorgeous question mark.
South and North, sky and ground,
this is the light that leads to the dark.
So this is what it's all about,
"ego," and "control?"
Constant rain, but daily drought,
falling while on a roll.
Pockets are closely holding your hands,
but the strangling does succeed.
Lungs of water, body buried in sand,
it absorbs all my heart does bleed.
I'm one more body to the pile that's left,
no one shakes their head or ever looks behind.
Thoughtlessly giving and innocent theft,
this is unrequited dedication's version of kind.
Here we all fly separate, under a sky of blue,
I would say goodbye but I'll cave to "toodle-fucking-oo."
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
The sunrise greets the morning dew,
to paint the sky with a vibrant hue.
The last night has passed and a new days has come,
advertised perfectly by a morning’s sun.
Alarm clock birds hold no button to “snooze,”
nothing left from yesterday, so now nothing left to lose.
Go hesitantly wipe the sleep from your eyes,
and politely greet the oncoming sunrise.
The blissful sunset that once held the night,
sped off within our starry eyes so fast.
The brilliant, blinding, shining light,
tragically drifted off, lost in the past.
It separates the long days from the glorious dreams,
and divides them into hostile, opposing teams.
A sunrise and it’s rays can always carry hope,
that maybe one day it’s possible to move on.
Either surprise fairy tale, or tasteless joke,
maybe my sense of humour is just somewhat wrong.
So remember to always bless a sunrise,
but never, ever more than a sunset.
Both light up the passing, fading skies,
that cover our shaking regret.
At night, we all strive only to peacefully sleep,
to **** the hours before the sun makes horizon’s leap.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
Empathy is just not meant to be, it needs to fall of the track,
and so do I, as empathetic is me, so much strength that I lack.
Soft and secure, I will never make it out alive,
warm and protective; time wasted to revive,
no one will save me, no one will even try,
and that's why I drift in the pitch black sky.
Make up your mind, 'cause I really hate the bounce,
and to everyone I'm blind but I see what really counts;
if no one can get to me, I'm sure to finally breathe,
as everyone is set to flee and I just watch them leave.
Regrets and memory.
Who the Hell said you were the boss?
I counted every win but was outweighed by loss.
Basing my whole life on a god ****** coin toss.
Fell down to the grass and buried by moss.
Heart stopped suddenly, I never saw my wound bleed,
but it was all it took and it was all it would need.
Regrets and memory.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 11:27 AM UTC
Good to know you, but I'm
Over and
Out.
Done being left in the cold only to be
Braving a drought.
Yes, I'm here, let's clear the doubt, the story has
Ended, and I'm not sure what it's about.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC
I fear I am just wasting time
making sure the stars don't realign,
my tender words acted through arm-less
mime
and a foreign language on every sign.
Always searching even though we're blind,
I don't know what we hope to find.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
Let the water run till overflow, it seeps to the floor,
so you can master tiny oceans that trickle past the door.
In the next hour you will find it has turned to ice,
freezing a perfect moment you wish you could live twice.
Feel the silence drop into comfort, along with all stale stares,
thrown up in catastrophic unison along with worries and with cares.
Hack away the impending distance, so subtle how it does slice,
thrashing out at unclaimed ghosts, only hoping to entice.
The brushstrokes don't do justice, when painting a blue sky,
and my words of ink could never penetrate the walls of a sigh,
shaking and trembling, I fall to my knees,
scared of all the "wants" and terrified of all the "needs,"
weighing selflessness while still considering greed.
As I choose you over air, I choose you over trees.
I choose you over mountains, I choose you over seas.
I choose you over darkness, I choose you over dreams.
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
Watching clouds, they all look the same;
rough edges but the corner's are tame,
and there's no sun awake for me to greet,
I've got a cold soul and even colder feet.
Dark whispers go to lick my ears,
the shadows that have followed me for years,
they keep me company when I'm alone,
multiplying in size for every inch I've grown.
With every weakness I've shown.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
Loving you is like breathing;
it's natural, and instinct.
I do it every second of every day.
Without it I would die.
And being near you is like being under sunshine;
it's warm, it's bright,
it's beautiful and positive.
It causes everything to grow.
Listening to you is like hearing for the first time;
maybe like an orchestra,
where all different sounds intertwine to create a symphony.
Maybe a story, the description of a new novel,
and it's always bound to be your favourite.
Looking at you is akin to the first glimpse of sunlight during the rise,
and being mesmerized by the stars, all at the same time.
Such beauty could never be properly defined,
but I've found myself breathless in a trance when infront of you,
like looking at a piece of priceless artwork
that you're afraid to touch,
because no perfection should ever be brushed by human hands.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
This is the realest I've ever felt, each day it intensifies,
for you cause my heart to melt; my body heat is on the rise.
Even if we're close you're still too far, but at least we live under the same skies,
and Darling I've heard even the stars are envious of your bright eyes.
You own each beat in my chest, every thought within my head,
you own ever single breath and without air we are dead.
Completely I am yours, there is only you in my sight,
the skin down to the pores, you are the day to my night.
So only with love I'll try to give you all you ever need,
and I would rather die before I'd ever watch you bleed.
While for now, in fleeting view, my heart's roads always lead to Rome,
and finally meeting you was just like coming home.
You are truly a work of art; you're more than I ever dreamed of,
you hold my entire heart, I have never been so in love,
and you may think I'm silly that I'd stay up to watch you sleep
but Darling you would too, if you saw what I easily see.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
If I could do it all, know that I would,
but I can't, and I'm not sure what to even do,
but I've figured out that you can't be misunderstood,
if everyone knows they can't understand you.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC