#lots
I hope I feel what you feel when you found your dream.
I wonder why you found yours, while I can’t even find mine.
I want to steal your goals — but that’s not the kind of person I can be.
I dream of being a soldier, but the darkness inside holds me back.
Taking lives isn’t in me, yet I still want to chase that dream.
Sometimes, I feel left out — even in my own world.
There’s a deep wound in my chest — that feels impossible to heals.
I want to become the person I see in my dreams but I can even stand on my own.
Life feels strange, like I’m already gone.
I’m alive in flesh but dead in soul.
Didn't think I can stand on my own two feet.
I need support — but I hate needing anyone.
Suffering in silence is safer than suffering with you because your just a human so you can judge me too.
I don’t think I can live with you — even for a week because I feel my body getting weak.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC
To love you
In secret
burns through me.
I can not hear the birds
Singing to me.
Your song echos
Touch me
I want to be devoured by you
From within, I cry out to you
but my surroundings paralyze us
We cannot say it.
Like salt statues of lovers
I freeze when I turn to you
Why, then, do you wait for me?
I am stone, I am still, I will never catch up.
Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 11:50 PM UTC
To the moments that push me back when I could have gone full-retard
To the times when I refrained from spending the only money I had on something as frivolous as seeing you say hi
Somewhat the best antidote to stupidity is shaking my head no and waving a polite goodbye
So if I seem like I'm thinking about you alot
You may say I'm yes-ing and no-ing to you alone
Because I'm already broke
And you make me feel, like buying more time with you by saying yes
Since yes may mean an Amen to You
Even I know, No is much more exciting
No is harder
No is rougher
No is sexier
No has repercussions
No I am not interested in this superficial interaction because your space smells so much like you and I want to dig my face into your hair
So I'm sorry
No
I mean, Yes please.
Yes, I would like some coffee, please.
Yes, I would like to have a conversation, please.
Yes, I would like to fight my dad so I can borrow money to spend around your space, please.
It's not infinitely cool that wins anyone, though.
It's the finitely present, that gets their attention.
Let me think about how much I haven't said anything really thoughtful to myself
But I have said more thoughtful things to you than the one fixing my bed.
I have seen myself kinder because there are people who have a nurturing way to them that makes us want to be them.
And I know I am spicy and not sweet
But
If I could be that type of person.
I would make sure I had it easier for me to say
Yes
Please.
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 3:59 AM UTC
The bad may come in threes,
But you were not that.
Tragedy echoes not
The feelings within me.
You are the Great Third,
The final of the trio
The golden sheft of wheat
Given to the gods of autumn.
You are the shining sun
A glorious ray of light
But a cloud rolls past you, dear
Shadowing your might.
The tragedy may have been me
But twas it not you.
You may have torn my soul apart
But you can mend it anew.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
I open this blank Word document.
Its white expanse a challenge I am not sure I want to take.
But now I’ve got two lines - going on three
will this be the seed of a small green sprout of a tree?
This page is a bright sky
beckoning me to take a breath
at first shallow barely containing enough oxygen
to sustain sitting up.
But writing is like breathing to me
I do it most of the time without much effort
inspiring and expiring
here in this white desert
one line at a time
minute by minute, day after day
trying to find something worthwhile to say
worthy of my time as I sit here growing older
or your time to pause here in this blooming desert
never quite sure if it or I am worthy of the fuss.
But isn’t writing the thing that sustains us
no matter its poetic patterns or rhythms or rhymes?
Writing is breathing to me and do it I must. Lots of times.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 10:56 AM UTC
In A Cloud Of God
I meditate
In a cloud of God,
The phrase enticing,
Spicing up my inner vision,
Paradis-ing selfsame vision
Into supervision.
This decision to be deep in thought
That isn’t thought exactly
But a tactful way to find the mind
Without a wandering in imagery,
Colloquially speaking,
And between you, me, i.e. we, us
Who chance to meet on this
Our [quasi] paper
Is escape of noblest kind,
Leading blindly on pure trust
To someplace nice – yes, nicest!
In A Cloud Of God 11.13.2017
God Book II; The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
I am in love with a man who bleeds sunlight
and whose eyes wash tsunamis against
the harsh shadows of his lashes on his cheeks.
He hides an untamed storm inside of him,
waves crashing into rocky shores while the sky
drowns in blue; and I drowned in him.
He is not a robin, but he carried my heart
through bleeding skies and fireworks.
He is gone now, chasing after new dreams
while I bury what he’s decided has died
and choke on the secrets I never realised
he kept from me, hanging on my wall in
a morbid display of blindness and loss.
My heartache is a war cry in the darkest night,
shattering the windows of my soul until
tears leak out to grow a new Atlantic,
now that I cannot look in his eyes again.
I drown in the knowledge that he has
covered me with scars from wounds that
never were mine, but that I bled from still.
I hope one day he can learn to love
something without making it bleed, and
maybe I can learn to remake my heart
out of something that isn’t glass, and
not to giftwrap it every time I feel warmth,
and to stay far away from the shore.
- He is a hurricane, and I have always loved storms. c.s.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
- she has no name
she is his wife --
Lot’s wife
she follows him
it’s expected
as they climb from the valley
she turns
to take another look at the life she
left behind
- it’s not allowed
it’s not allowed to look
is she curious?
does she miss the home she left behind?
a woman is not allowed
a woman cannot disobey
not in the mirror she stares
not even into her own soul
- it’s not allowed
***** she stands
into a pillar she turns
a curvy statue of salt mountains
head turned to the sea below
elegant curves whisper
sounds of eternity
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
Let the seven horned demon slap the *****
that sinful temptress that leaves men dying on the floor.
Let the gates of hell be cast open wide,
and blood pour from every sinners side.
Come stand here at the divide between evil and good,
and be the human sacrifice that you know you should.
It's punishment for your poisonous lies,
the devils gonna enjoy scratching out your eyes.
The flaming sword will burn your soul;
your heart is as black as coal.
Burn in hell **** be the devils slave.
I hope you end your life in a shallow grave
You have just signed your death warrant in blood,
if I was able to **** you then I would.
I'd plunge my hand in your chest, rip out your heart
and cut out your tongue, you stupid ****
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
Probably every other girl has been perfect in her eyes.
"I feel like my love for you is a journey..."
That was right
Cause all journeys have an end.
They can't end at never
Our love began at never
And ended at forever.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
tired, tired of being alive. tired of breathing disgusting air and the lies the world spews forth from its idiotic bowels. tired of picking up trash and squeezing through the crowds of happy-go lucky yuppies and their screaming chocolate covered children. tired of seeing you every ******* Sunday. tired of shedding tears for constantly thinking about someone who doesn't think of me anymore. tired of the realization that having thoughts means nothing and they are but silent deceivers of what could happen only in my deepest heart wrenching dreams.
just plain tired.
i guess it's time to do as the doctor ordered and pop another klonopin.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 6:26 AM UTC
you are giving me
lots and lots of good luck
in every morning kisses
lots and lots of happiness
in every punch lines
lots and lots of courage
in every hold hands
lots and lots of you
in everything I am
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
I know you aren't all prudes and have thoughts like me.
Just because you don't say it don't act as if that's not how u like to be.
I LOVE *** and all the time...
don't act like you don't when you know you have thoughts exactly like mine.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
One-hundred fifty
Is a reasonable count
Of haikus, I guess.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC