Jimmie Arrington Poems
- #227 Stand And Stare On auto drive I climb spiral stairs, ...
- #345 The Corner Store I've walked down this busy street ...
- #284 Cupcakes And Brownies For a time I thought the world was...
- #331 A Peculiar Place This world is a peculiar place, I’m ...
- #320 The Girl With A Skeleton ... Dear world, Hello ...
- #303 A Slow And Steady Stream And as I sleep I begin to ...
- #357 Tonight No, I don't love her anymore, I've already ...
I was born in Phoenix Arizona. I had a wonderful childhood. Life for me would be easy, despite what others would say. I would live and be happy. I would love and be admired. Then suddenly one day everything changed. My idealistic life and sweet dreams vanished.
I began writing when my grandpa suddenly died of a heart attack in 1997. I was twelve years old and reality hit. There were emotions and memories I needed to get out and I couldnt express them in any other way or form. From there I began writing about everyday life, about lost dreams, about anything but reality. I began to write about love; of chasing it, being in it, losing it and everything in between. Sometimes I write ... more »
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#227 Stand And Stare
On auto drive I climb spiral stairs,
Grasping the guardrail as I go.
Through small windows I see the glares
Of the boat’s fading glow.
I see fierce tides rise and crash,
Tossing the boat with ease.
I see rain pour and lightning flash
Within a hurricane breeze.
Still I keep moving, higher and higher,
My brain out running my feet.
Urgently trying to kindle the fire
With swift steps and rapid heartbeat.
The boat shrinks every time I look,
The light continues to dim.
Just like a fish caught on a hook,
It’s much too late to ...