#ife
Empty
Numb
Heaviness
Can't seem to think less.
Each day im fading
Is anyone listening?
Long nights -
Headaches, thought loops,
Please stop.
Stuck in thick fog
Scrolling
Binging
Pretending
This isnt living..
Substance abuse,
Doesn't even get me through.
Where is my muse?
A change,
must be made.
I cannot maintain
living in this frame.
When will i finally start
To follow through.
Im sick of being miss blue
Excuses,
contemplate,
Going insane
What is the point
Of anything
If i just spend my days fading away
Never commit
"Shes A flake"
I know.
Im so tired of being this way
Hating how i live
Feeling shame
In who i am,
Wishing i was different
I want to commit
To me again
I want to jump all in.
Leave all this **** at the door
find the free spirit within
I will do what best for me,
Even if it takes some pain.
Anything is better,
Than living this way.
change is being made
Surrender
what are you scared of?
Trust
It will be okay
Simple,
not a debate
just need to get out
of my own way
Change is here.
Can't keep running from the girl
locked in here
staring back at me in the mirror
She says,
let go.
Change is here.
No need for fear,
my dear.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 8:23 AM UTC
How fragile must the skin of those that
need to feel that they are owed
something from nothing.
Are owed or are grateful for waking up.
Yet not taking on the fragility of life,
that others though they held
there hands up high
were now silent beneath the gaze
of tearful eyes asking
why, why, why...
Thanking something that wasn't apart
of that moment but more
every action has a reaction.
We must realise that life is a random consequence
of our actions.
And no rabbits foot,
or palms crushed together till numb.
Will change the fact that the world is a random,
chaotic path..
If wake up its because we were lucky,
because were all going to take
that wrong step sometime...
And no hands held high
or silent words will ever change that.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
Go with the flow, quit resisting change,
Hour by hour time is running out,
Stay up all night, you can sleep when you're dead,
Make lasting memories, forget regrets, you're better without.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
The Simplest Of Poems
Everyone is born
With their own
Destiny.
Don’t mourn,
Forlorn and shorn
Of trust.
Inheritance and circumstance
Does what it must,
There being no coincidence.
Stay on the fence
Of faith;
Youth’s health and breath,
Wealth’s stealth and death
Will have its ways.
There being almost nothing more to say:
Let intuition guide your days –
It is the easiest of ways.
The Simplest Of Poems 9.9.2017
Definitely Didactic; Revelations Big & Small;
Arlene Corwin
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
we are all searching for ourselves
in the desperate scribblings of our own pages
seeking the heights of beautiful light
in the darkest corners of night
terribly remembering
beautifully forgetting
we are all apologists begging for
scraps from a happy hearts table
our lives are lived from roadside signs
that proclaim our redemption is just around the bend
and some thief savior or ***** saint gonna
clasp us by the hand lead us to a promised land
seeking the heights of beautiful light
in the darkest corners of night
terribly remembering
beautifully forgetting
on our pages, we escape angrily
on our pages, we are imprisoned willingly
taste that chain holding you down
french kiss the locks that hold you in place
write with a fever of words
that make your world dizzy with desire
write with the sweat of her ********** as your ink
write with the depth of his eyes as your page
the poem you carve out of your struggles
the poem you breathe into the winter night cold hard rain
is the poem you will be remembered for
is the one that you put your soul into
while you were seeking
while your heart was searching
in another life I was golden
in another life, you were made of sunshine
in another life, we were together
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
I made those paper boats to sail
Folded by hands eagerly
Then floated them in streams of rain
Now, they come to float in memories
A splash of toes in puddles of mud
As heaven's water washed the eyes
A song on lips of clouds and rain
As I raised my arms to hug the skies
So free and wild those days of yore
Such innocence in breath of dawn
Laughter lingered through the night
Oh, how quickly have those days all gone
And stories that grandmother told
Weaves and yarns that life unmasked
Now come back to me in dreams that drift
Like paper boats of the past
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
I'm tired
Fatigued
of what this crazy thing called life
has done to my heart
cracking it open like a walnut
eating it's fill of affection, love, and feelings
tidying up, tossing the shell back into my room
then saying "Thanks for this meal? see you again at noon!"
Seriously..... everyone I've ever wanted for about a year or so has either been taken hated me or been out walking the stroll
ya know it's earth shattering and depriving to the soul to know that everybody has someone perfect for them but that someone hasn't found me or I haven't them..
what then? what does it take, for me to find someone who's never even considered a heart to break?
who won't play with my head....
won't rip me to pieces over something stupid that I said
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC