Jimmie Arrington

Freshman - 685 Points (October 03,1984 / Phoenix, Arizona)

Jimmie Arrington Poems

161. #402 The Widows' Peak 8/19/2015
162. #403 Fields Of Lavender 8/25/2015
163. #404 Turn Around 11/17/2015
164. #405 A Light Up Ahead 12/2/2015
165. #406 The East Texas Soil 12/22/2015
166. #407 Holly Jane 1/26/2016
167. #408 Signs Of Life 1/31/2016
168. #409 Karen Sue 2/20/2016
169. #410 Stephen Murray 6/16/2016
170. #411 My Disease 6/29/2016
171. #412 The Hands Of Time 7/3/2016
172. #413 Hide And Seek 7/12/2016
173. #414 I Think Of You 7/23/2016
174. #415 Our Ropes 7/27/2016
175. #416 One More Day 11/1/2016
176. #417 With Us Still 11/1/2016
177. #418 Vicariously 11/1/2016
178. #265 My Angel 1/31/2014
179. #264 Somewhere Between Here And There 1/31/2014
180. #262 You’re The Last One I’ll Let In 1/31/2014
181. #261 You’ll Always Be My Beatles 1/31/2014
182. #263 Goodbye 1/31/2014
183. #260 The Light Always Follows You 1/31/2014
184. #259 Imagine 1/31/2014
185. #258 You? 1/31/2014
186. #257 With Your Permission 1/31/2014
187. #255 The Blind Mind 1/31/2014
188. #254 You And Me 1/31/2014
189. #252 I’d Forgotten About Romancing 1/31/2014
190. #251 The Pathway 1/31/2014
191. #250 The Man, Leader And Servant 1/31/2014
192. #249 A Vacant Space 2/28/2014
193. #248 Our Sudden Sever 2/28/2014
194. #247 Currents 2/28/2014
195. #246 Ghosts 2/28/2014
196. #276 Seattle 1/31/2014
197. #275 Without 1/31/2014
198. #363 Jill Virginia Iv 2/28/2014
199. #245 Photo Albums 2/28/2014
200. #253 My Heart Goes With You 1/31/2014
Best Poem of Jimmie Arrington

#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 ...

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#357 Tonight

No, I don't love her anymore,
I've already closed that door.
I don't care what she might say
Or exactly why she couldn't stay.
But I wonder beneath the moon's light,
Who's roof is she under tonight?

I don't think of her each day
I've healed from all that disarray.

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