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
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
I want to share my thoughts
But how do you do that
When everything you think
Is
Just
A
Big
Fat
Depressing
Mess?
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
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
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
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
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
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
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
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
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
I was just curious
As to what it was like
To be aligned on this side
Of the computer screen.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
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.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
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?
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
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.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC