valeria-ariza - Hello Poetry

Corazon, your sweet silver lips haunt me. I dream of us, eyes wide open. Your laughter booming grips my diaphragm, My breath becomes a ghost. Your smile, a fist in the air, a victory. Querido, nothing about you is bittersweet The pain I carry is a privilege A reminder you were mine. Moon shaped scars, proof I had peace, I was the owner of a silent heart with a steady beat. Happiness was you in my arms, chest lingering underneath my fingertips. Sweet jazz notes fill my head when you speak, Tu voz, maravillosa. Cariño, lo siento, My Darling, I am a **** fool.

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Nov 23, 2017

Nov 23, 2017 at 2:19 AM UTC

valeria-ariza

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Corazon, your sweet silver lips haunt me. I dream of us, eyes wide open. Your laughter booming grips my diaphragm, My breath becomes a ghost. Your smile, a fist in the air, a victory. Querido, nothing about you is bittersweet The pain I carry is a privilege A reminder you were mine. Moon shaped scars, proof I had peace, I was the owner of a silent heart with a steady beat. Happiness was you in my arms, chest lingering underneath my fingertips. Sweet jazz notes fill my head when you speak, Tu voz, maravillosa. Cariño, lo siento, My Darling, I am a **** fool.

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Your origin tastes sour trickling down your throat, your present filled with self-doubt and resentment. asking why we’ve reached this place How? in the first place. A palace filled with all your nightmares painted ivory white, the walls made of marble begin to crumble. your bed soft as feathers, flat as every lie you ever dry swallowed Damnation carved into the headboard rendering the dream catcher suspended above you, useless. You do not matter, not in this cosmic plane. Look at the mountains on their tip toes like the black swan ballerina. The ocean vast, mysterious, endless. the leaves so green with envy that they are not the ones breathing in. The dirt like your own mother giving you, (a selfish fiend) every piece of them until there's nothing left. The hyenas laughing at your ignorance. Ignorance is bliss. so much better than this. So much ******* better than this. Looks like you’ve given up. have you had enough? Ashes to ashes dust to dust. maybe it's simple maybe, like dying... It’s just that simple, It’s just that time.

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Sep 6, 2017

Sep 6, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC

valeria-ariza

The point of no return

Your origin tastes sour trickling down your throat, your present filled with self-doubt and resentment. asking why we’ve reached this place How? in the first place. A palace filled with all your nightmares painted ivory white, the walls made of marble begin to crumble. your bed soft as feathers, flat as every lie you ever dry swallowed Damnation carved into the headboard rendering the dream catcher suspended above you, useless. You do not matter, not in this cosmic plane. Look at the mountains on their tip toes like the black swan ballerina. The ocean vast, mysterious, endless. the leaves so green with envy that they are not the ones breathing in. The dirt like your own mother giving you, (a selfish fiend) every piece of them until there's nothing left. The hyenas laughing at your ignorance. Ignorance is bliss. so much better than this. So much ******* better than this. Looks like you’ve given up. have you had enough? Ashes to ashes dust to dust. maybe it's simple maybe, like dying... It’s just that simple, It’s just that time.

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There are flowers blooming in a long forgotten garden with dead soil and skeletons 6 ft under. There is a thunder in a still air where time has long been frozen. There is a dark red flow in a dry riverbed, thumping, thumping, keeping my heart thumping. There is a breath of fresh air in a toxic toxic atmosphere and it smells of you. There is finally laughter in a dead silent room, it is raining down my cheeks and I am the one laughing.

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Sep 6, 2017

Sep 6, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC

valeria-ariza

Ferverous Walzing Into late june

There are flowers blooming in a long forgotten garden with dead soil and skeletons 6 ft under. There is a thunder in a still air where time has long been frozen. There is a dark red flow in a dry riverbed, thumping, thumping, keeping my heart thumping. There is a breath of fresh air in a toxic toxic atmosphere and it smells of you. There is finally laughter in a dead silent room, it is raining down my cheeks and I am the one laughing.

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Soft golden rays dance off of your lips, With Fervor you smile, in a world dull and gray, Leaving me nothing in sight but you, A rainbow, gleaming through the mist, an illusion of magic all too real, Que Lindo eres I wish to bear witness to your unendurable insignificance, to how you mean so little, to how you mean so ******* Much, The way, like a ghost, warmth haunts me, lingering from your touch I Fear my dear, I’ll never have enough. I fear amor, I never will be.

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Sep 6, 2017

Sep 6, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC

valeria-ariza

I can't bear the sound of my own heartbeat

Soft golden rays dance off of your lips, With Fervor you smile, in a world dull and gray, Leaving me nothing in sight but you, A rainbow, gleaming through the mist, an illusion of magic all too real, Que Lindo eres I wish to bear witness to your unendurable insignificance, to how you mean so little, to how you mean so ******* Much, The way, like a ghost, warmth haunts me, lingering from your touch I Fear my dear, I’ll never have enough. I fear amor, I never will be.

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Ruby red flames Illuminate your eyes, Ember glow stealing my last breathes I am rendered speechless, in a world where words are all I have, Soft lips and a cool smile, allow me to survive the warmth surrounding you, How becoming. Once I saw you like really saw you, my heart blushed a shade any rose would be jealous of. My soul awoke to take a second glance My eyes couldn't believe what they'd been granted. A mind trick? A demon in disguise? My mind distorts your beauty in attempt to keep me safe, but ******* you are beautiful. *******

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Sep 6, 2017

Sep 6, 2017 at 4:02 AM UTC

valeria-ariza

Conflagration

Ruby red flames Illuminate your eyes, Ember glow stealing my last breathes I am rendered speechless, in a world where words are all I have, Soft lips and a cool smile, allow me to survive the warmth surrounding you, How becoming. Once I saw you like really saw you, my heart blushed a shade any rose would be jealous of. My soul awoke to take a second glance My eyes couldn't believe what they'd been granted. A mind trick? A demon in disguise? My mind distorts your beauty in attempt to keep me safe, but ******* you are beautiful. *******

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A waltz with broken legs and a wailing heart. A constant state of fear, of the inevitable darkness this way comes. Where every thought sings to me “Do it.” She sounds like me, and I’m afraid. I’m afraid I’ll do it. My blood would run a crimson red, My heart would cry me a river. Tongue tied ******* looking to escape a body, not mine; a mind out to **** me. A living broken record. Without skipping a beat I'm floating again. What a high! My, oh my! The whirlwinds calm, for a moment. I come back to life. I go home. Only For a moment. A moment.. You see? darling, If you wait long enough, dear, I will have plummeted again, and again; Forever, again.

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Sep 6, 2017

Sep 6, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC

valeria-ariza

A hell I don’t believe in; Home. A seesaw of hot and cold, a cauldron of delusion, seas of nightmares too paranoid for my comfort, dreams too high to fall from, lots, of falling. -Bipolar Disorder.

A waltz with broken legs and a wailing heart. A constant state of fear, of the inevitable darkness this way comes. Where every thought sings to me “Do it.” She sounds like me, and I’m afraid. I’m afraid I’ll do it. My blood would run a crimson red, My heart would cry me a river. Tongue tied ******* looking to escape a body, not mine; a mind out to **** me. A living broken record. Without skipping a beat I'm floating again. What a high! My, oh my! The whirlwinds calm, for a moment. I come back to life. I go home. Only For a moment. A moment.. You see? darling, If you wait long enough, dear, I will have plummeted again, and again; Forever, again.

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So out of reach; Your feathers soft, peach. Sapphire heart beating in front of me, You an astronaut meant free. O tell me dear, can you see? A crystal clear reflection in your glacial blue eyes My downfall, my slowly approaching demise. I see my pain in a different suit, Your strawberry blonde lashes hiding your burning truth, O tell me dear, tell me you see!! Whilst soaring amongst stars, May your past scars fade to Black as you travel through different galaxies, Leave behind old fallacies Tell me you've found peace; in the pitch black majesty, Miamor, Dime que me ves a mi.

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Jul 14, 2017

Jul 14, 2017 at 4:22 AM UTC

valeria-ariza

Space Cadet (Owl)

So out of reach; Your feathers soft, peach. Sapphire heart beating in front of me, You an astronaut meant free. O tell me dear, can you see? A crystal clear reflection in your glacial blue eyes My downfall, my slowly approaching demise. I see my pain in a different suit, Your strawberry blonde lashes hiding your burning truth, O tell me dear, tell me you see!! Whilst soaring amongst stars, May your past scars fade to Black as you travel through different galaxies, Leave behind old fallacies Tell me you've found peace; in the pitch black majesty, Miamor, Dime que me ves a mi.

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I am the cold silver light in the darkness. The rattling madness polluting sanity. I am both, I am everything. But mainly I am burdened with truth. That, is why I am so Afraid of living Why I am so afraid of Not living Why I am not afraid to die. I am the lead tainted paint in a bottle, stirring, absorbing the artist's pain. In madness I am used to depict a reality ideal. With every brush stroke, every color, I am killing him, he is using me to **** him, as he paints murals for the masses to alleviate their suffering. He suffers from truth. He is not afraid to die. I am a chameleon blending in with the rest of you, Fools, drunk off of false hope and fairy tales I am the paint, and the painting I am the artist, And I am not afraid to die.

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Jun 8, 2017

Jun 8, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC

valeria-ariza

Insidious Dreams

I am the cold silver light in the darkness. The rattling madness polluting sanity. I am both, I am everything. But mainly I am burdened with truth. That, is why I am so Afraid of living Why I am so afraid of Not living Why I am not afraid to die. I am the lead tainted paint in a bottle, stirring, absorbing the artist's pain. In madness I am used to depict a reality ideal. With every brush stroke, every color, I am killing him, he is using me to **** him, as he paints murals for the masses to alleviate their suffering. He suffers from truth. He is not afraid to die. I am a chameleon blending in with the rest of you, Fools, drunk off of false hope and fairy tales I am the paint, and the painting I am the artist, And I am not afraid to die.

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Once I had a friend and soulmate, we were dreamin’ we could fly away with the wind; but knowing wings are for angels, we stood transfixed beneath the light a sky full of stars hanging onto a dream we clutched so tightly, perched high on the edge of the world, wondering how far and how high the great wide open sky blue skies abide believing the power of kept promises ― you said you’d forever catch me if I fall ― letting go of the fears, blindfolded hope clinched so deeply, hanging onto a wing and a prayer I guess I wanted it far too much reaching out like a thirsty fool grasping for a mirage ― teetering on the brink unspoken love, a vast unknown threshold beyond wings with eyes wide open throwing caution afar ― in a leap of faith I reached ― out of reach into the mystic wind ― believing in dreams, in destiny's tease: I’d learn to fly before I hit the ground but now I’m perpetually free fallin’ I see the empty space all around me pass a fleeting lifetime lost ― still you’re nowhere to be found ― and I remember what’s been forgotten: how far down rock bottom befalls when your spinning round and round like dust eddies in a fog bank lost in the wind .

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valeria-ariza

Mar 31, 2017

Mar 31, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC

wildisthewind

Lost in the wind

Once I had a friend and soulmate, we were dreamin’ we could fly away with the wind; but knowing wings are for angels, we stood transfixed beneath the light a sky full of stars hanging onto a dream we clutched so tightly, perched high on the edge of the world, wondering how far and how high the great wide open sky blue skies abide believing the power of kept promises ― you said you’d forever catch me if I fall ― letting go of the fears, blindfolded hope clinched so deeply, hanging onto a wing and a prayer I guess I wanted it far too much reaching out like a thirsty fool grasping for a mirage ― teetering on the brink unspoken love, a vast unknown threshold beyond wings with eyes wide open throwing caution afar ― in a leap of faith I reached ― out of reach into the mystic wind ― believing in dreams, in destiny's tease: I’d learn to fly before I hit the ground but now I’m perpetually free fallin’ I see the empty space all around me pass a fleeting lifetime lost ― still you’re nowhere to be found ― and I remember what’s been forgotten: how far down rock bottom befalls when your spinning round and round like dust eddies in a fog bank lost in the wind .

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