all of which I hate;

I hate the sound of winter coats against the wind.

I hate the feeling of sap rubbing against my finger tips.

I hate hands holding onto my neck, as I struggle for breath.

I hate the musk of coffee and it's suffocating scents.

I hate the taste of chocolate as it melts on my tongue

I hate how pathetic my clothes fall when they go undone

I hate skin against satin sheets.

I hate a lot of things about me.

People ask me why I believe

And so I tell them the things,
That they don’t want to hear about me.

I tell them of all the smiles,

That wouldn’t reach my eyes.

I tell them of all the laughs, that passed, just as fast

As they came by.

I tell them about my anger,

of which is all consuming

I tell them how to me it really is the best feeling.

I tell them of the scars that drip down my legs,

I tell them how it came to be this way.

They don’t understand, so why do I bother to explain.

In the end, it’s between me and Him.

And in His eyes it seems to be all the same.

Within my fallen body,
Roots will thrive.

And in them, I am alive.

As old as my arms reach,
They will bare the fruit of all that has come before me.

I shall feed to the next generation of disciples,
The sugars that are born from this forgotten language.

And there we will all rise,
as we flow back down the river line.

When I was just 14
I met a girl who looked like me
But there were differences
I truly couldn’t help but see

Like the way that her smile
Never seemed to reach her eyes
The ones of which I swear
Were long since devoid of life

I saw the way her hands
Cradled her own heart
The ones by which I know
Her own thighs were carved

And I could see her fighting
The dire urge to scream
And refusing to give in
To the cry she truly needs

-ARI

twisting
and
molding
the truth

avoiding
accountability
denying
what we knew

..

i reject
it
with my whole heart

this is not reality
this is art

The sky is purple as it falls down

Beneath me the rock hard ground.


The swan sings it's final song

As the doves fly over my head now gone.


A crumbling sensation escapes below my feet

I fly a-low as my soul begins to reach.


An overpass of the world before.

Now empty, like the birds' fallen corpse.

rock on ancient queen
gold dust woman the wind blows
you’re gone forever