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Arianna Anderson Apr 2017
I am a reflection of your creation
A fruit bared from your inventive womb
My inimitable genetic make up parallels my life story
A puzzle never debunked; the apple never to consume

I am a reflection of your creation
Unfortunately every mirror is bound to fog
I am the bridge between heaven and earth
Let your decision be the inevitable epilogue

I want to be a reflection of your creation
With frequencies and wavelengths understood
Every genetic makeup contains your fingerprint
Intelligence was blurred but wisdom was good
Arianna Anderson Jan 2017
My mind takes it reserved spot on the tip of a turning top
Am I the one causing it to spin?
To stop and think puts pressure on my assumptions
But maybe I should instead look within

Whats in the bag? Whats in the bag?
An army of misread metaphors
A 4th dimensional space, is mine to taste
But only I can open up that door

I grew strong legs to carry my bagagge
To leave it behind wasn't even a thought
I tried to outrun my problems, cupid and God
But its love itself that has me caught

I took my reserved spot in the chair of an open mind
I didn't want to look in the mirror because I was scared of what I'd see
A flawful analogy of pure sensuality
And it turns out that I actually love me.
Arianna Anderson Jun 2016
I've always been good at it
Such a promising talent
We must not speak of this lustful secret
Be chaste, be a lady, be silent

But when you slide within my walls
When you whisper your desires
When you slam into my being
All my morals begin to expire

My eyes darken with malice
My soul flickers with sin
My thoughts shutter with such kink
And I would do it all over again
Arianna Anderson Jun 2016
I’ve never been one to stop and look at the clouds
Until you became the sun that rises and shines behind
You never know that you’re missing something until you find it
Anxiety pulls at my attention but it’s you that steals my mind

I see you in the atomic ribbing of strawberries
So humbly sweet although having every reason to be boastful
I smell you in the subtle mist of coconuts
Delicate and dainty but so alluring that I crave a nose full

Your eyes tell a million stories with every blink
I could read them like an English major’s passion
I see a lot of you in my reflection
I could wear everyone else’s smile but that’s not my sense of fashion

The words slip my grip when trying to describe this sense of déjà vu
I get a familiar fulfillment every time our eyes lock
Consume me with your aura and devour me with your vibe
There’s no limit to us when we’ve once lived off the clock
Arianna Anderson Jun 2016
I lied there tainted with corruption
You took what little bit of purity I had left with force
A red stamp of fright across my face
An amber alert sent out for your remorse

I was numb with disbelief
My helplessness was your trophy of pride
A tear never shed and a word never screamed
But internally I had wished I would’ve died

Gruesome scenes of aggressive behavior
Dreams of running away
The light was never shed on your disgusting actions
And I gather myself from shattering ‘til this day

Move on from it like a storm over a garden
Put a brave face and let them believe it’s true
I still flinch when someone is lying next to me
You’ve cracked my porcelain but I forgive you
Arianna Anderson Jan 2016
I can taste your chastity

Tipping on my tongue as I watch
Consumed by your virtue
Baffled by your grace
How?
How does one breathe with such innocence
And laugh with no worry

I heard you were sheltered

Its easy when you've been born in silence
Watch my eyes as I ponder
Egged on by your serenity
Why?
Why do you speak with white letters
And laugh with no worry
To my new friend David, your pleasant nature leaves me speechless
Arianna Anderson Oct 2015
There are periods at the end of sentences that call for silence
My whole life seems to be that pause
Because when I wake up I seem to always feel alone
Whether to not even try that day is a simple coin toss

Everyone sees me as being so strong
But the strongest people are just better at hiding it
Because when I look into the mirror I am not pleased
My pride is a gag and I am biting it

When you pour water into a cup
there's a certain extent before it becomes overflow
Allow me to be the silhouette of a porcelain glass
And my unexpressed emotions have no where to go

But it's never been a trend to admit you're scared
Scared that you might turn on yourself
Because sometimes I feel like something takes over
Covering my mouth from crying for help
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