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636 · Apr 2019
Take up the fight
Arya Night Apr 2019
My mother's tears bend my spine.
Her weigh bends the wood that has made me strong like a tree in a storm.
The water from her tear helps my feet sink roots into the ground, only to hope it keep us from washing away.
Her heave breath, pump air into mine with a pray that it will keep us both alive.
Her scared hand had clawed their way up from hell so that I will be one step closer to heaven when I take over the fight.
Because with my brother youthful eye watch our mothers sob, I know this fight can longer belong to her.
Therefore I pick up her broke shield and bent blade.
I straighten my wooden spine over the weight of those that watch.
Willing to become an unbreaking oak to keep my beloved safe.
Ready to fight as a warrior in the world war that is life.
231 · Jul 2019
Our love story
Arya Night Jul 2019
You are my love story and I write you into everything I do. Everything I see. Anything I touch. You are the words that fill all my pages. The one thought that has entered my mind and never left. My hands belong to you as I write every one of your smiles into our story.
Some may envy our tale because what we have others can only hope to hold. But I shall not waver in my trust in you, for they are just dragons for you, my knight to slay. With your hand in mine, we'll leave the beast in the shadow of our past and step into the light of our future together.
Then I shall hold my breath until the next page turns, because I am eager to see how our next Adventure spells out like a never ending fairytale. For you are my love story and without you. My life would just be empty pages. Without your laugh, I would have not reason to hear. Without your smile, I would have no reason to see. Without you next to me, I would have no reason for a heartbeat.
You are my knight, my sword, and my pen. I love you.
220 · Oct 2020
Helping Hands
Arya Night Oct 2020
They say there would always someone to offer a helping hand.
But what happens when the hands are curled into claws,
And your out of blood to bleed.
198 · Oct 2020
Arya Night Oct 2020
I believe you,
Because I believe there is goodness
In talking about the badness.  
Because turning a blind eye is the same as selling your soul.

I believe you,
Because I’ve faced the monsters too.
And I’ve found the monsters under the bed
Are nothing compared the monsters outside.

I believe you,
Because I want you to know
You’re not alone.
Your monsters are real
and they bleed and can be defeated.
165 · Oct 2020
Arya Night Oct 2020
Her touch brought light into this world.
Her smile chased away the cloud around my heart.
Her lips breathed air into my lungs,
forcing a breath, I didn't know I had been holding.
Like a flower in the spring day sun,
I basted in her light.
pitying those who could only see in black and white.
my love
my brave love
I do not know then,
it was your rainbow blood
and allowed me to see the world.
that it was your color that seeped through the creaks
of their concert cities
and built me a
Away from all those who couldn't see the color of love.
146 · Nov 2020
Lost in meaning
Arya Night Nov 2020
I know you love me.
Though you might not know how to say it.
Your tongue tripping over the words,
Like stones tumbling into a river.
The sound lost in the space between us,
Like flowers petals caught is a strong wind.

I know it is easier to say that you don’t love
It flow from a mouth used to biting
Lashing out like a beach of shattered glass.
Pushing away any who get to close,
Better to never let them in,
Then risk getting hurt.

To your dismay though,
I got close.

I embraced your sharp words
Letting the glass roll off my skin.
Watching the sun dance across your beach.
Guiding the water to soften
Your stone edges.

Your dark eyes shine with self hatred
With each sharp word that flicks off your tongue and blasters against my skin.

A dark fear
You refuse to say aloud
That one day I’ll disappear
That you’ll finally hurt me
And I’ll see you clear

Still you say I’m better off without you,
That we are opposites.

You call me sweet,
Kindness drip off my tongue like honey.
You call call me love,
Because my heart has enough to give.
You call me life,
Because there is a spark inside me.

But we, my love, are a match set.
The water that tames the burning fire.
The bright stars that fill the night sky.
The extrovert’s adopted introvert.
The biter salt and the sweet sugar.

Though you might not alway know,
How to say it.
I know you love me.
And there’s no place I’d rather be
Than here.
This is from my personal experience dating someone who carries a lot of trauma and is demi-******.
131 · Apr 2019
To the person
Arya Night Apr 2019
To the person who said my confidence disturbed them,
**** of!
Just because I can hold my head in pride,
While your soul has faded inside.
To the person who doesn’t even know my name yet believe their opinion can rule my life.
My life is mine
If I had want hate I would’ve asked what was on you mind.
To the person who say I need to be quiet
If you don’t start living,
You’ve already started dying.
To the person who said I have no shame.
You’re  right.
I have no shame, nor pride, or fear,
Because of that I will go far.
I will live life to it fullest,
While you’re left with your hate to rust.
your  words will fall on deaf ears,
As I happily live out the rest of my years.
113 · Oct 2020
You’re wrong
Arya Night Oct 2020
Your wrong,
They say, using a few words to sharpen
The knife of cruelty.

You’re wrong,
They say, pressing the blade against
the thin string of life that holds me.  

You are wrong,
They say, using a few sentences in a book
The symbol of rebirth turning into

You are so wrong,
They say, pressing their lies and wrapping
The noose around thin scared necks.

You are not wrong
Your heart says, clinging to the ones that give you life.
The one that keeps life in your scared lungs.

You are right,
Your love says, holding you close in the dark night
The shield from the rest of the worlds damnation.  

You’re right,
Your soul says, clinging to love
The light that guides you away from the cliff.

Your right,
Those who love you say, holding warmth in their hearts.
The one that loves you the way you are.

Love is love
and nothing they say can take that away.
82 · 2d
You say you love with a rose.
The delicate red petals,
reminding you of my lips.
I say they are more like your blush.

You say I love you with a rose.
As the thorns kiss you hand,
Reminding you of how my teeth kiss your neck.
I say it’s more like our fingers, despite to hold on.

You say I love you with a rose.
The firm, rich, stem reaching up to hold the bloom.
Reminding you of my shoulders willing to hold the world.
I say it’s more like your will, unyielding and unbroken.
Valentine‘s day is coming up so here’s something romantic.

— The End —