typicalteentale
"A poem begins with a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." - Robert Frost / I am well... My pen name is "Ariel" and no I am not obsessed with the mermaid, I just happen to like the name. / I love to think that I write fairly good poems but compared to you all I probably write like a kindy. Jk. / -Ariel-
it's the dreams I am afraid of,
not the nightmares.....
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:07 AM UTC
One look,
One smile,
A miracle,
And a little while.
It’s all it takes,
To keep me up all night,
And about you,
I’ll phantomise…
The stars,
Form your silhouette,
My words,
Form you name.
My dreams,
Scream,
Your haunting eyes,
That I phantomise…
No one can replace,
Your soul,
No one can play,
Your role.
It’s just a price,
Only your love will suffice,
But all I can do is,
Phantomise…
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
Tiptoe... out of my room,
Tiptoe... down the hall,
Tiptoe... down the stairs,
Tiptoe... outside,
Tiptoe... under the streetlight,
Tiptoe... into your arms.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
People are like flowers.
He
Some have more petals.
Just
Some less.
Found
Some live longer.
That
Some don't.
Other
It may be nature withering it away.
World.
Or it could be a sudden fatal storm.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
It's not the piercing thorns that hurt me,
its the blooming rose above...
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
the way he
tilted his head
was mesmerizing
the fact that
he actually cared
was surprising
the manner of
his eloquence
was tantalizing
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
reaching for you
is like reaching
for the back of my palm
with fingers
of the same hand...
i just can't
you are so close
close to my heart
yet so hard to reach
so frustratingly far...
your honey sweet words
never desist me
but you are distant away
still i wish you'd stay
the world separates us
you barely know me
but you know me
more than anyone i've told
though you know nothing
about me since
i've told you no more
but you know me so much more
this feeling is bitter
this feeling is...
our profane love
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
my heart melted
under the intensity of his glinting eyes
his eyes being my flame
keeping me warm
being my light
the moment of his attention
that would soon blow away
the only reason for my entirety
but the light switched on
he looked me in the eye yet again
came so close i held my breath
and he blew my candle away...
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC