"skyrocketed" poems
The new Genre Tourist Punk
is sailing the nation.
Hawaiian shirts and white keds are lining up all around Orlando to see
up and thrifting bands like
Lobster trap,
Lighthouse tour and
Dogs welcome.
Founded in a Starbucks
by Toni and Dash,
two MECA grads one student loan away from selling out and getting involved in
the lighthouse painting business,
The Band: Lobster Trap
gave birth to a whole new genre.
TOURIST PUNK
Toni and Dash decided they needed to provide music that was expensive. niche.
Something unspeakably mundane.
With smash hits like
"This traffic is ********
And "My name still isn't Joe".
Lobster Trap is flying
up the American top 40
faster than you can say socks and sandals
Sales of "I HEART LOCATION" merch has skyrocketed with every launched tour.
Crowds of L.L. bean boots and visors are Moshing, breaking poloroid cameras over each others heads in a salmon rage.
old school punk fanatics were skeptical at middle aged middle class suits getting into their scene.
until it hit them that they could now throw punches
at every pedestrian who ever cut them off.
"Hi thirsty, I'm Dad." By Land of the Polite
Has been played more times in the last year then any taylor swift song.
Money once invested in college-bound middle class vacationlander spawn is being wisely spend on bands like "discount Polo",
and "Local Diner"
So listeners.
if you spend an obscene amount of money on travel fair, and over priced, cheaply made souvenirs;
Or Work in customer service thriving to see those leaf peepers choked out by their own ***** packs.
Do yourself a favor.
road trip into your local bullmoose
sporting your states name on your chest.
And Treat yourself to an exclusive new album
of TOURIST PUNK.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC
Thesis:
There's an easy way to disprove
that ignorance equals bliss:
Your eyes
were puzzles of space-time,
studied through conversations
fervent in their background noise-
where I looked for one single oddity
in what might have been the ordinary,
except it wasn't. Space-time
distorts around things of great
gravity
and your light-consuming pupils
pulled me towards you. Complexity,
hidden in some unsuspecting darkness
that I was dragged into...
things I didn't understand
until I reach our event horizon
and you and I are one.
(As for my thesis: what great Nothing would we have been
if I skyrocketed away
for fear of the unknown?)
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
Looking back on it now,
after the wars & the peace & the wars,
I wish I'd never met you.
Imagine what your life would have been like:
you would have finished graduate school
and gotten a cushy job at a large bank
and worn those **** office suits of secretaries
that show just enough cleavage to make
the boss wish he had more ******
and your sales for the quarter would have
skyrocketed like a smooth stone
fired from a slingshot and you would be
as happy and content as you were
in the age of innocence,
And you would pass the field
where I lay sometimes on your way to work, staring
at the seas on the moon-wondering
why they look like closed eyes-
But alas,
-things didn't work as planned.
We met and fought and made peace
and now we spend our nights together
in that lonely field,
staring at the face of the moon,
eternally wondering why He
doesn't smile back.
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 10:21 AM UTC
The air was still & silent with God
I burrowed my face into your shirt
surrounded you with my arms
you returned to me your own arms
and you said three common words
in a common sequence
& even in my dream heart,
I skyrocketed.
I echoed your three common words
& I smiled to myself
I smiled into your shirt
I even breathed you in
whispers of holy fog swirled around us
& I woke up,
but even then
I swore your scent lingered on me
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
I began the year in a familiar yet increasingly desolate place and am closing it in a new, yet somewhat beautifully familiar place both literally and metaphorically.
The center photo sums up my year in a rather cliché yet accurate manner.
I started the year with the mindset I would rid myself of all negativity.
I ended last year the same.
It all began in my mind.
I had to choose to let go.
I had to accept that my desire to change had skyrocketed above my desire to remain the same emotionally, mentally, or physically.
I was trapped inside a chrysalis I wish had the strength to break out of 20 years ago.
However, if I had fought it I wouldn’t have crash landed at the feet of all my hopes and dreams completely and utterly incapable of fighting it any longer.
I’ve always performed as the supporting actress of my own life.
I was more hungry for acceptance by my former cast members than I was to satiate my ravenous hunger for (that once dreaded word)
C H A N G E .
In one moment , what began as a dream became a CHOICE followed by an ACTION.
Yes.
I said, “Yes.”
And just like that, everything changed.
I felt sun on my once withered wings .
I’ve always been a child of the moon.
In that moment, just a moment of sun had me fighting, kicking, and screaming to break free of the bonds which once held me captive to their mental slavery.
I can’t explain this without metaphors and analogies because this year I have experienced LIFE in a way I never have and I don’t have words to describe it.
I had never allowed myself to live free .
Do we know we are free once our bonds are undone?
I didn’t.
I didn’t know until someone told me I was free.
I had struggled beneath the weight of the burdens of the girl I was told I was supposed to be.
Set yourselves and one another free.
I’m so grateful I did.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
It ain't like it used to be,
things have really, really changed,
everything is different now, and
I find that very strange.
There aren't too many friendly faces,
You won't get too many hellos,
People just sort of keep to themselves,
as their traveling to and fro.
This World is so cruel and cold,
So much darkness everywhere,
People are just so bold, and
In reality, they really don't care.
Everything has Skyrocketed,
Prices have gone Sky high,
Burning holes in our pockets, and
As we are crying WHY, WHY, WHY???
So, Be Thankful for the olden days,
I miss those times, you see,
These days are so, so strenuous, and
It ain't like it used to be
B.R.
Date: 8/23/2025
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 11:18 PM UTC
Love comes in a variety of colors. Blue, red, pink, orange, yellow, all the bright colors that lead me directly back to you. You send my heart twirling in circles, and in return, my world is turned upside down, inside out and round and round. I cannot express everything that my heart is trying to say. There are words I'm not sure of; unheard names of emotions that have skyrocketed so high. If I had my say, I could only say I love you more than you'll ever know.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
The world was once alive
Back when it was new and pushed the limits of sane
And didn’t give a ****
The world grew fame
And fell for the moon, while they skyrocketed backwards
Not giving a ****
Yet the world crashed
Burned and grew still with the utter feeling of emptiness
And no one gave a ****
May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 4:18 PM UTC
How can someone love me when I don't even love myself?
I miss the ocean, it was the closest thing to love I've ever felt. It was winter and the water was numbing, to the point where you couldn't decipher your toes from your fingers. Im not religious but when i floated there with my arms spread, my face up and my eyes wide open to the blaring sun, i swear i felt god smiling at me.
Every time i go in the ocean, i feel reborn and alive. I'm not religious but every time i go under and then surface, i feel like I'm getting baptized all over again. If the warmth you feel when your laying out in the sun is gods blessing, than i think I've found him.
I can't throw myself selflessly into faith
How can i trust someone that might not even be there when i can't even trust myself?
I miss the mountains, it was the closest thing to love I've ever felt. It was summer and my independence skyrocketed. Im not religious but when i stood alone, outside my tent on the grassy plain, staring at the sherbet sunrise, i swear i found my heaven. If the purity of the rain falling on that mountain is god showing me the million chances i have to start anew, than i think I've found him.
I can't throw myself selflessly into faith
How can i believe in someone I've never seen when i can't even believe in myself?
How can i devote myself to someone when i still need to devote myself to me?
How can i open my heart when I'm afraid to let any ounce of hope in?
How can i live life to the fullest when I'm already filled to the brim with despair?
How can i hand myself over to you when i know you can't answer the questions I'm dying to find the solutions to.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
I dream a silly dream
my poems were dancing
in a moonlight sky my words float
and rained on your head
I dream a lovely dream
my hands held yours in a drunken night
as we walked on a road we used to call home
Gazing on those eyes the moment skyrocketed so high no pill can do
I dreamt of you in many ways
kissing booths on a carnival
to drinking sessions on a side way
I've never felt so euphoric
as the day these lips kissed yours
As I woke up from those dreams
I couldn't wait for bedtime
reality kills me when you're not the one
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
I've been here for about 2 years.
I'm getting critique from all my peers.
We sit at the bar and we say "Cheers!"
And set ourselves up for the next frontier.
Every day and every night.
Going over the steps is quite a fight.
All I do is "Revise, Rewrite."
Until im ready to say "Alright."
Im not yet ready to say goodbye.
2012 went by in the blink of an eye.
Please send me reviews and I'll reply.
I'll just barely squeeze by.
Now numbers are the figure that beckons.
One number specifically, the number two thousand.
It skyrocketed so quick, I don't know what happened.
Clearly, poetry must be my passion.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 1:09 PM 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
I felt again.
Panic set in
I wanted to crawl out of my skin
I couldn’t breathe
Guilt flooded my mind
Self loathing skyrocketed
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC