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ariel-gean
ariel-gean
American Long time, no see this side of the internet / You've probably forgotten about me, I bet. / I wish I could write something about me fun and witty. / Unfortunately, my creativity is itty bitty. / Forewarning I am a geek. / I just don't have the energy to be chic. / / If you dare yourself to follow me, / then I will follow you back for free. / / I acknowledge that this lame. / But know I have no shame.
Red in color Beauty like no other Always by my side Always easy to find
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
My Wine
I want to share my thoughts But how do you do that When everything you think Is Just A Big Fat Depressing Mess?
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
Bitter Truth
The past is history So forget all the things you've said and done It's over now It doesn't matter You've been forgiven So move on Don't dwell on silly, little things That have been long forgotten Just smile at the memories you've made They'll always be there for you The future is a mystery, they say That's how it's supposed to be at least Don't fret over things That have yet to happen They're not a guarantee Things can change So in the meantime Dream Dream to your hearts content Smile as you dream about all of life's possibilities But today is a gift That is why it's called the present It's one that shouldn't be wasted You're in charge on how you live Your one and only life So don't have any regrets Go have fun Make mistakes Have good friends Life is a ride, so enjoy it
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
The Past, the Future, and the Present
Though the world may not always be like it seems; don't lose hope. Though people will come in and out of your life; give everyone a chance. Though society is going to tell you many things; make your own opinions. Though you'll go through ups and downs; keep your head held high. Though puberty gives you awkward stages; you will always be beautiful. Though we may fight more than we like; I will always be your sister. <3
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
For My Little Sister
Death creeps upon me I can feel Him breathing down my neck My energy is slowing draining He holds onto me, not allowing me to be free The more time passes, the more I look like a wreck Oh, how He is so restraining But I refuse to give into Him I refuse to give in, I will rise up and move on Feeling sickly for him is just an attraction His poison is filled all the way up to the brim But I throw it out, and make my way out yon Simply because I refuse to give Death satisfaction
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
If Death was a Feeling. . .
I stare at this blank page Not knowing what I should type One. Little. Poem. My mind demands Something fun Something serious Something crazy Something no one else will get Just something But I continue just sitting here Wondering what thoughts I should put into words I get mad because I can't Because I have stupid writer's block
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
Writer's Block.
I was just curious As  to what it was like To be aligned on this side Of the computer screen.
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
Curiosity.
Through her eyes   She's not perfect. But through his   She's indescribable. Inside her mind   She's a mess. But inside of his   She's an angel. Her heart whispers   She's ugly. But his just says   She's beautiful.
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Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
The Difference Between Her and Him.
What happened to love we had? Forever and always, remember? Though the thick and the thin– Through the ups and the downs– That was your promise to me. The one you said you'd never break. Do you remember? The moments that we shared– All were so precious to me. To you did they mean anything? Did you ever care at all? The memories that we made– They seem so fragile now. But honestly... Do you remember me?
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
Remember
Let me tell you a story Of a girl not many people knew. Come, sit down, and listen. I wouldn't want you to miss this. Once upon a time, Because that's how all great stories go, There was a girl. Just like you and just like me. She wasn't a glimmering jewel, But more like a diamond in the rough. She was quite and didn't dare to speak a word. All she ever seem to do was hide Behind her dark curtain of hair Where no one else could see her. No one ever really understood her, But no one ever got to know her She was more than just that though. Not that anyone would ever know Because then came along the whispers. Everywhere she walked she could hear them. She did her best to block them out. Though, that didn't always work. After the whispers came the insults. They were thrown around on a daily basis. Sometimes they left her speechless. Sometimes they made her sad. Sometimes she didn't know What they made her feel. She tried, tried, and tried to change herself, But that just made her tired. She decided just to put up a wall. Years after the whispers first started, She felt herself growing weary. Tired of trying, and tired of crying. It seemed like she didn't have the answers to anything. Her parents started noticing her behavior, But they didn't know what to do. How could they know what everyday was like? Then came the next dreadful day, The insults, whispers, and stares included Were harsher compared to the days before. She walked home alone in the rain that day. Her cheeks were stained with her tears, But the tears never did stop ending. When she got home, she was welcomed with silence No one was there for her to talk to. No one was ever there for her to talk to. She went to her room and made sure the door was locked. Her decision was made, she was ready to go. It only took a minute to meet her sweet, dark abyss. The day after no whispers were found. Silence was everywhere that day In the halls, the classroom, and the buses. Every student was filled with guilt, Especially when looking at her heart-broken parents. They didn't think she would go this far. Moral of the story, since there always is one, Be kind to all those who you are surrounded by Because you'll never know who the whispers will go after next. For all you know it could be you. And you too will be gone before your time.
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
The Story of a Girl.
Let me tell you a story Of a girl not many people knew. Come, sit down, and listen. I wouldn't want you to miss this. Once upon a time, Because that's how all great stories go, There was a girl. Just like you and just like me. She wasn't a glimmering jewel, But more like a diamond in the rough. She was quite and didn't dare to speak a word. All she ever seem to do was hide Behind her dark curtain of hair Where no one else could see her. No one ever really understood her, But no one ever got to know her She was more than just that though. Not that anyone would ever know Because then came along the whispers. Everywhere she walked she could hear them. She did her best to block them out. Though, that didn't always work. After the whispers came the insults. They were thrown around on a daily basis. Sometimes they left her speechless. Sometimes they made her sad. Sometimes she didn't know What they made her feel. She tried, tried, and tried to change herself, But that just made her tired. She decided just to put up a wall. Years after the whispers first started, She felt herself growing weary. Tired of trying, and tired of crying. It seemed like she didn't have the answers to anything. Her parents started noticing her behavior, But they didn't know what to do. How could they know what everyday was like? Then came the next dreadful day, The insults, whispers, and stares included Were harsher compared to the days before. She walked home alone in the rain that day. Her cheeks were stained with her tears, But the tears never did stop ending. When she got home, she was welcomed with silence No one was there for her to talk to. No one was ever there for her to talk to. She went to her room and made sure the door was locked. Her decision was made, she was ready to go. It only took a minute to meet her sweet, dark abyss. The day after no whispers were found. Silence was everywhere that day In the halls, the classroom, and the buses. Every student was filled with guilt, Especially when looking at her heart-broken parents. They didn't think she would go this far. Moral of the story, since there always is one, Be kind to all those who you are surrounded by Because you'll never know who the whispers will go after next. For all you know it could be you. And you too will be gone before your time.
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