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ArielMarriel Sep 2018
I am
my
own
best
bartender.
(whirr)
(whirr)
(whirr)
(whirr)
drinking words.
ArielMarriel Sep 2018
Bot or not?
Have you tried it?
Poetry written by a bot.
Oh it can be hard for some to see the truth.
But for others,
not.
I can always guess which one is the bot. why not l just let the ******* figure it out.
ArielMarriel Aug 2018
Beware of the emoji man
Who has no real emotions
So he borrows those
Cartoon ones
And thinks that you won’t notice.
ArielMarriel Sep 2018
***** words aren’t always hidden
in symbols, are they?

Some poets use words to wound,
and they know my weakness.

The subtle weapon of language.
The tool of a master.

Artfully chosen,
then Drawn like a dagger.

Slaying my attempts
at peace of mind.

Because they know I always
read between the lines.
F#@k it.
ArielMarriel Sep 2018
I wanted to write something profound.
But it’s not working out.
The well is dry.
No water around.
Nothing to spout.

So I guess I’ll just say “hi.”
That was awkward.
Ok, goodbye.
ArielMarriel Nov 2018
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.

Listen...

You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
ArielMarriel Aug 2018
I’m having a difficult time coping.
The **** is hitting the fan.
I know you wouldn’t understand.

I’m glad you’re coming.
Message to mom.
Awaiting reply.
ArielMarriel Sep 2018
I am the dandelion.
Transformed.

I was a useless ****.
Unwanted.

Now I am a fluffy force.
Reformed.

*******!

I sail on the wind.

I begin again.
Wasn’t sure if I should share this because of the “*******” part.
I’m a girl, btw :D
ArielMarriel Aug 2018
weakness is the bane of my existence.

if strength were an equation,
my weakness would negate it.

please just let me be strong.

i've made so much progress, after all.

weakness is a Demon
i can’t control.

a Demon that will swallow me whole.
ArielMarriel Oct 2018
Poetry
without
heart
is
just
.            
.
.
.
some
words
on
a
page.
Hello words!

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