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  Dec 2014 Ariel Taverner
The Darkness
**** rises to the top





Gold sinks to the bottom.
Monkeys love playing with ****.
  Dec 2014 Ariel Taverner
The Darkness
Gonna be a trail of tears
for the ***** that cried wolf.
Gonna scalp his white  hair,
and chuck his body off the roof.
And when he hits the ground
his spirit guide will show up.
To say he wouldn't be dead
if is *** had shut up.
Old ******* die hard
but for him it'd be a mercy.
His only joy in life
is posting weak *** verse.
The burial ground
were I leave him won't be cursed.
How we did the Cherokee was bad,
but what's in store for him is worse.
Ariel Taverner Dec 2014
HP
I made a decision
I decided to stand up
To show the world my name
Ariel motherfuckinh Taverner *******
I no longer wish that I could cry
I now cry when I need to while lifting my ******* to the world
**** all the people who pushed me down
December 2012. A year ago I joined this site. I was astounded that such an equilibrium of writing existed. Such an insane place. So disproportionate a place yet an asylum to me. There were one or two ******* along the way. But you had to get to know them before you judged. It was an fantastic journey. I started as a timid writer that never thought he'd get more than one like ever. Now 44 followers, hundreds of poems, and 275 likes later here I am. And I would like to say one thing: thank you for giving me the ability to truly say *******.

A special thank you to :The Darkness,  Sorrow and Joe Adomavicia

And thank you Classified.

Thank you Hello Poetry
  Dec 2014 Ariel Taverner
C M Lane
Emptiness Is

Palms covered in little crescents
Your fingernails digging in to distract you
From the fact that your ribs are a cage
Without a bird.
  Dec 2014 Ariel Taverner
Jack
Her pain…
My knees are blistered
Hands clenched, white knuckles
My thoughts echo in my head
Over and over
Can’t you hear me…pleading

Her pain…
I’ve carved initials in imaginary trees
Wrote poems in fresh blood
Cried for no reason…yes reasons
My breath is heavy on my chest
I stare up…up…up

Her pain…
I am weaker, yet still strong
Singing promises in off tempo phrases
Drowning in sanded fears
Clutching my heartstrings
Dreaming nightmare blemishes

Her pain…
I have done the best I can
Smiled when I couldn’t
Laughed as I frowned
Collapsed against my well wishes
Screaming to the heavens

Her pain…put it all on me, all on me, all on me, all on me
It makes me sad, you know? How people around me hurt so badly. I think that’s why I hurt most of the time. Because I know that the people that I love so much are being beaten by voices inside of them, that they are being victims of their own selves. And the saddest part is that I can’t do anything about it. I offer my hand to help knowing how ****** up inside I am, but that doesn’t stop me from caring. It makes me sad how there are millions of people around the world thinking how the world would be a better place without them when actually it just gets lonelier every time an angel goes back to heaven.
Break me
Breathe me
Touch me
Feel me
I don’t have any reasons to stay
I don’t have any reasons to live
I need help
I’m drowning
I’m slowly dying
I’m not okay
I am
But I’m actually not
I know it gets better
It does
But when?
When is it going to be my time?
When?
Please answer
Please say something
Oh wait
I forgot something
I’m talking to a keyboard
Writing
Cries
Long sight
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