Ari_Poet_3 - Hello Poetry

Glistening lights Peek into my promising future One you premeasured As impossible, unsuited My sparkling dreams That leave me believing But your uncertainty Rocks me senselessly I'm always wishing For a world beyond my eyes You seem unready To dust your wings and fly But it’s all i wanna do I wanna hum another tune This home you don't want to lose But I'm alone if you don’t choose (my way) I’ve told you before I'll walk the path of solitude I’m sorry, but i don’t have enough remorse To rot away in hell with you I’ll fall off the Golden Before i stay holding The place that burdens My true feeling of purpose You can stay here While my ship steers You will not hold me back From my golden years Stop wallowing I’ll grasp my solid dreams We’re growing differently Though i love you exponentially I’ll wish you farewell On your journey nowhere My name is Abroad, I’m well I’ll hand you my care

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Nov 23, 2025

Nov 23, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC

Passport Stamp

Glistening lights Peek into my promising future One you premeasured As impossible, unsuited My sparkling dreams That leave me believing But your uncertainty Rocks me senselessly I'm always wishing For a world beyond my eyes You seem unready To dust your wings and fly But it’s all i wanna do I wanna hum another tune This home you don't want to lose But I'm alone if you don’t choose (my way) I’ve told you before I'll walk the path of solitude I’m sorry, but i don’t have enough remorse To rot away in hell with you I’ll fall off the Golden Before i stay holding The place that burdens My true feeling of purpose You can stay here While my ship steers You will not hold me back From my golden years Stop wallowing I’ll grasp my solid dreams We’re growing differently Though i love you exponentially I’ll wish you farewell On your journey nowhere My name is Abroad, I’m well I’ll hand you my care

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I love you so much! You energize me, hydrate my skin like a moisturizer. Your name drips from my tongue like I’m fresh out the shower, harmonizing psalms of a distinct desperation. You’re my foundation – the creation of my tireless city. And you’re the annual light of my candle in which I wish for a life with you. I love gazing at your frame and smiling at the photograph within. The image of polychromatic dreams lushing the heart of the boy I love most. Our ghosts sit on the steps of the hill across the street from our middle school squinting at the horizon that became our future. My dimples shine at your shadow in my mind, even with the lantern of habit. You’re sweet and refreshing, like a mint from Olive Garden. You’re a fortune of exuberance, a beacon of hope, nestled under a weighted blanket between my lungs. You’re the ribs protecting my heart, like Prince Philip defending Aurora from the dastardly Dragon and the Beast preserving the enchanted rose that brought him to true love. Your voice is my alarm clock to kiss me awake, as calming as trees that rustle in the wind on a soft autumn morning with the sun peeking through our vision. Our breaths condense, hanging in the air like love cycling through the vents – filling our home with stability, a necessity for a healthy future. Every memory with you is a lavish ornament decorating our tree in pops of color like a Jackson ******* painting. You're the amulet to ward off evils, wrapped around my neck replacing the rope I lingered with. You’re the trampoline to catch my fall when I steer out of a plane, forgetting to unbuckle my parachute. My love for you takes the shape of a mermaid diving to the bottom of the Earth and burying its treasure deep within the sand, a message in a bottle to highlight our sonnets, like taking notes on a Shakespearean romance play. You're the Olympian of my heart who earned a gold medal like Mondo Duplantis. Every day I look at the gem on my finger as if it’s a crystal ball, giving us a sneak peek of what’s to come like the movie trailer of our future. You're all I could have ever asked for. I love you. Love, Ari <3

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 10:02 AM UTC

A Letter of Love

I love you so much! You energize me, hydrate my skin like a moisturizer. Your name drips from my tongue like I’m fresh out the shower, harmonizing psalms of a distinct desperation. You’re my foundation – the creation of my tireless city. And you’re the annual light of my candle in which I wish for a life with you. I love gazing at your frame and smiling at the photograph within. The image of polychromatic dreams lushing the heart of the boy I love most. Our ghosts sit on the steps of the hill across the street from our middle school squinting at the horizon that became our future. My dimples shine at your shadow in my mind, even with the lantern of habit. You’re sweet and refreshing, like a mint from Olive Garden. You’re a fortune of exuberance, a beacon of hope, nestled under a weighted blanket between my lungs. You’re the ribs protecting my heart, like Prince Philip defending Aurora from the dastardly Dragon and the Beast preserving the enchanted rose that brought him to true love. Your voice is my alarm clock to kiss me awake, as calming as trees that rustle in the wind on a soft autumn morning with the sun peeking through our vision. Our breaths condense, hanging in the air like love cycling through the vents – filling our home with stability, a necessity for a healthy future. Every memory with you is a lavish ornament decorating our tree in pops of color like a Jackson ******* painting. You're the amulet to ward off evils, wrapped around my neck replacing the rope I lingered with. You’re the trampoline to catch my fall when I steer out of a plane, forgetting to unbuckle my parachute. My love for you takes the shape of a mermaid diving to the bottom of the Earth and burying its treasure deep within the sand, a message in a bottle to highlight our sonnets, like taking notes on a Shakespearean romance play. You're the Olympian of my heart who earned a gold medal like Mondo Duplantis. Every day I look at the gem on my finger as if it’s a crystal ball, giving us a sneak peek of what’s to come like the movie trailer of our future. You're all I could have ever asked for. I love you. Love, Ari <3

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My eyes sink Dreaming of you If I blink I may miss you more It’s your soul I hold so close And your love Raise a toast My eyes are like sunset Sinking while I sleep Yours are like sunrise Full of energy My light dims While yours awakens My might sins Your sins were taken We’re so up-and-down I’m full of frowns Your smile lightens Mine turns around You brighten my evenings You heal my grieving I have a lot of skeletons They hold meanings I’ll never be like you You’re perfect by define I’ll live in solitude You’ll never live as mine The way I’d design it You’ll make my coffee daily But I’ll resign it And give up on the maybe Your face will exit my brain Two weeks notice, I’ll never be the same I’ll hold my head and pray That my world won’t turn as grey As it was without you.

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Jul 13, 2025

Jul 13, 2025 at 1:53 AM UTC

15 Minute Poem

My eyes sink Dreaming of you If I blink I may miss you more It’s your soul I hold so close And your love Raise a toast My eyes are like sunset Sinking while I sleep Yours are like sunrise Full of energy My light dims While yours awakens My might sins Your sins were taken We’re so up-and-down I’m full of frowns Your smile lightens Mine turns around You brighten my evenings You heal my grieving I have a lot of skeletons They hold meanings I’ll never be like you You’re perfect by define I’ll live in solitude You’ll never live as mine The way I’d design it You’ll make my coffee daily But I’ll resign it And give up on the maybe Your face will exit my brain Two weeks notice, I’ll never be the same I’ll hold my head and pray That my world won’t turn as grey As it was without you.

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Ari’s Mind i wish i was good at writing songs about when i’m sad but for some reason my mind can’t fathom reaching that grab although she’s fond of thinking so grand, depression is something she can’t quite cram in her notes maybe my next album should be called “Ari’s Mind” i never knew how complicated she was until now although writing makes all my stars feel aligned describing my emptiness is just something she doesn’t allow it’s something i don’t allow i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat wont let me get creative with crows and darkness but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious billie doesn’t know how lucky she is taylor doesn’t know how lucky she is melanie doesn’t know how lucky she is i wish i knew how lucky this is at least i can write below sea level if insurmountable words count as credible although this poem deems debatable maybe to some it could be relatable i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat wont let me get creative with crows and darkness but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious 26 letters are in the english alphabet over a million words in the language and still in my brain i would bet i can’t comprehend the sadness poetry is something most don't understand it takes a long time to build a house out of sand but if you sit with your thoughts and get deep then maybe you’d believe the poet’s dream i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat wont let me get creative with crows and darkness but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious

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Jun 25, 2025

Jun 25, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC

Ari’s Mind

Ari’s Mind i wish i was good at writing songs about when i’m sad but for some reason my mind can’t fathom reaching that grab although she’s fond of thinking so grand, depression is something she can’t quite cram in her notes maybe my next album should be called “Ari’s Mind” i never knew how complicated she was until now although writing makes all my stars feel aligned describing my emptiness is just something she doesn’t allow it’s something i don’t allow i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat wont let me get creative with crows and darkness but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious billie doesn’t know how lucky she is taylor doesn’t know how lucky she is melanie doesn’t know how lucky she is i wish i knew how lucky this is at least i can write below sea level if insurmountable words count as credible although this poem deems debatable maybe to some it could be relatable i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat wont let me get creative with crows and darkness but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious 26 letters are in the english alphabet over a million words in the language and still in my brain i would bet i can’t comprehend the sadness poetry is something most don't understand it takes a long time to build a house out of sand but if you sit with your thoughts and get deep then maybe you’d believe the poet’s dream i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat wont let me get creative with crows and darkness but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious

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no words flourish my brain only insurmountable grief yanking my sails towards the storm a thundering wobble winds unsafe in despairing darkness my mind is an hourglass shattered into oblivion once the boulder kills my windows the seasickness churns in my knotted stomach until i wail overboard, the substance of all i was and all i would become flies into the depths of the deep end im left unwanted only tainted i’m alone without a spark no strange speck of glitter solo in my hair i search the broken ship inside barrels and floorboards for a hint of sequined lights but to my dismay i wallow to none at all an unshaken fury with no gold in sight only smite and discoloration shakes my fragile surroundings the inability to swallow my cries weep and wail on the waterlogged crib my sighs, disheartening, a rolling in my chest my breath is like shoelaces being pulled and tugged by illiterate tots i collapse my body weighs a billion pounds like a giant cheshire cat locked firmly on my torso with it’s tail wrapped around my neck suffocating my last hope of being free with every small breath i exhale the gold turns to charcoal i see the world through the eyes of a loony trapped in the pits of hell i silence my eyes i see a field of pastels colors, it’s been years since i’ve last gallivanted they smell fresh and flowery an adolescent sits amidst the poppies one of a familiar figure and mannerism one i’ve seen before i approach the child whose head is deep in touch with nature i reach my hand out like im offering them a chance at life, as if they’re an abandoned puppy who needs saving the rustling startles them, and their milk chocolate eyes widen it’s okay everything will be okay they take my hand i know this person their eyes are my doppelgänger i see their future is my own and i fear for when they go loony as did i

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Jun 25, 2025

Jun 25, 2025 at 2:20 AM UTC

i see the world through the eyes of a loony (trapped in the pits of hell)

no words flourish my brain only insurmountable grief yanking my sails towards the storm a thundering wobble winds unsafe in despairing darkness my mind is an hourglass shattered into oblivion once the boulder kills my windows the seasickness churns in my knotted stomach until i wail overboard, the substance of all i was and all i would become flies into the depths of the deep end im left unwanted only tainted i’m alone without a spark no strange speck of glitter solo in my hair i search the broken ship inside barrels and floorboards for a hint of sequined lights but to my dismay i wallow to none at all an unshaken fury with no gold in sight only smite and discoloration shakes my fragile surroundings the inability to swallow my cries weep and wail on the waterlogged crib my sighs, disheartening, a rolling in my chest my breath is like shoelaces being pulled and tugged by illiterate tots i collapse my body weighs a billion pounds like a giant cheshire cat locked firmly on my torso with it’s tail wrapped around my neck suffocating my last hope of being free with every small breath i exhale the gold turns to charcoal i see the world through the eyes of a loony trapped in the pits of hell i silence my eyes i see a field of pastels colors, it’s been years since i’ve last gallivanted they smell fresh and flowery an adolescent sits amidst the poppies one of a familiar figure and mannerism one i’ve seen before i approach the child whose head is deep in touch with nature i reach my hand out like im offering them a chance at life, as if they’re an abandoned puppy who needs saving the rustling startles them, and their milk chocolate eyes widen it’s okay everything will be okay they take my hand i know this person their eyes are my doppelgänger i see their future is my own and i fear for when they go loony as did i

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