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Ariel Taverner Aug 2016
And as I attempt to adjust to breathing without air I realize that it was never about me. For you... It was all about you. Just like my art
Ariel Taverner Apr 2014
Let's write a piece together
I'll use my dreams for the drama
I'll use my nightmares for the fear(excited tone)
Yeah and I'll use my tears for the plot (fearful voice)
Yes great idea.  Your a genius(dreamy tone)
Really? (Hesitant)

(They love each other)

no ******* I just say random things(playful sarcastic tone)
Well maybe. .. I thought we could use your heart for the beauty(hesitant yet excited)
my heart is ugly
Your eyes are ugly if they cannot see your heart's beauty (playful tone)

(Tear in eye)maybe I could use yourheart to fix mine

Only if you'll fix mine

(They love each other)
Which one is the boy
Ariel Taverner Mar 2016
Dear Alcohol and.....'You'. You should meet up. You guys have so much in common. You'd be great friends

I mean, you both got me aroused. You by your tantalizingly forbidden nature and Alcohol by.... Well alcohol. No seriously you guys are very similar! Neither of you have substance. You substituted your personality with a pretty face and a prettier body. And alcohol....Well you are a liquid. Both of you also look pretty on the outside while hiding your destructive nature on the inside. You, with a model's face and a statue's heart, and Alcohol with...well pretty bottles....you know? Even how I think of you two is similar. I mean....my therapist knows all about how both of you ****** my life up. I'm only 16 for ***** sake. You guys are so similar in fact that you only cause internal damage and extrenal signs only start manifesting as a result of prolonged exposure. Both of you got me intoxicated on a false promise of happiness. You promised a time of waiting and a future between us but only delivered heartache. Alcohol promises euphoria but delivers a hangover and liver damage. Both forcefully ripped happiness out of my future, stuffed it into the present, leaving only pain in my future....
See....You both helped me grasp onto the impossible hope of something intangible. And the funniest thing of them all is how you caused each other. You were attracted to my pain and angst caused by alcohol. And alcohol? Well we're good friends again after you.
Ariel Taverner Oct 2013
This person made a promise
He said knock and the door will be opened
I knocked
Screamed
Pounded
Despaired
Cried
Hoped
Banged
Knocked
And you never came
You abandoned me
I hate you
You are a liar
Liar
Liar
Ariel Taverner Sep 2013
Lies
Lies upon lies
Lies under lies
Lies behind lies
Lies lies lies lies everywhere

Truth
Truth hidden beyond it all
It is beyond me
Beyond you
Beyond all of us

Reality
?
Lies
Ariel Taverner Oct 2013
The first time I cried
I said it all
I opened up and hoped she would help
But all she said was
it gets better

I hoped yet again and reached out
Please help me my heart cried
My soul screeched
All she says is
it gets better

Please I cried silently
it gets better

I scremed shouted lashed out
Please let this end
Please just talk to me
Please help me
I screamed to her surpise
stop it it gets better

I let it all out
Everything
All my secrets
All my lies
All my questions
All my anxieties
She talked
And I hope she would finally listen
Finally help
stop pitying yourself *

.........

it gets better


it gets better

*well *******
Lies are all around us as they Lie
Ariel Taverner Jan 2015
All these lemons
But my lemonade stil tastes like ****
Sowz
Ariel Taverner Sep 2013
He laughed and cried as life said
"WHAT I AM IS WHAT YOU MAKE ME"
"Then if I make you love what will you be?"
"LOVE"said life
"And if I make you hatred what will you be?"
"HATRED"said life
"And what will you be if I make you compassion?"
"COMPASSION" said life
"And what will you be if I make you life?"
"I WILL BE WHAT LIFE IS"
"if I make you life and life is what I make it tyen surly you will be free"
"NO"
"what will you be then?"
"DEATH"
"Then I have made death"
He laughed and cried as death sighed
Ariel Taverner Aug 2015
Imagine that your skin was constantly damp and cold.
Then you met somebody who's skin feels like fire.
With every handshake, hug, or kiss you suddenly switch on just those two specific areas.
Your lips are hot and smoking. Smouldering like embers.
While her lips freeze a bit.
Frost crawling over them like a wave.
And in a perfect moment you two have given parts of your being to each other.
For your lips are burning
For none but her
Ariel Taverner Aug 2015
Two beings converge upon Destiny's pathway
Two skins exist in contradiction
His is Icy, colder than his heart
Hers is fire, hotter than her soul
A hug...
A handshake...
Contradictory beings destined for unison
Then a kiss....

Two lips converge upon Destiny's pathway
Ice kisses fire
And they pull apart
His lips are steaming, smouldering like half-dead embers
Her lips freeze over slowly, the frost crawling like an uncertain wave
Then a smile...

Two souls converge upon Destiny's pathway
They smile
And as he smiles his cheeks split apart
The ice upon him cracking
The fire from her lips ignites his soul, his passion
And spreads till his soul burns
The smoldering coals in his soul ignited by her passion
And in a second a perfect moment is achieved
He is burning
For none but her
Ariel Taverner Dec 2014
They sit on the hood of the car
The guy wearing a hoody
The girl a long sleeved shirt
Her hands curling at the end if the sleeves exposing only her fingers
His hands are in his laps playing around
He is afraid that she might not think he is enough
Despite years and a loving relationship he still fears that his inadequacy will destroy his happiness
She fears that he'll leave her because she isn't beautiful enough
She thinks that his eyes will open one day and he'll leave
He extends his arm and puts it around her shoulders
In a seamless motion
That suggests it's an action that has been done a million times
She rests her head on his shoulder and he turns his head and kisses her head
It's a moment of pure beauty
And in that moment he knows that to her he will always be enough
And she knows he only sees her
It is in all respects
The perfect moment*

The hole in my chest that was filled by the dream is gaping. Darker than usual.  And the monster lunges out and sinks his ice cold talons deep into my heart. Wrenching my heart out of place it plunges my heart into the depths of it's lifeless abyss. And tears it asunder.

A boy wakes up in tears. Some unknown pain tearing so deep into his soul that he cries to the heavens in the pitiful hope that someone... anyone...anything will save him....

But
nothing does....
nobody does...
A crack at three dimensions
Ariel Taverner Apr 2014
Hello*        
hopeful smile
He whispered because he was lonely

you know, I missed you  
hopeful smile    
He whispered to the darkness

anything you want to say?
suggestive
He whispered to the darkness

Ok fine.  I'll forgive you
ecstatic smile
He smiled the first real smile in ages

yesterday matheww made fun of me again
frown and look at ground
He was bullied

I wish you would help me
tear
I said in desperation

Answer me please
looking up with tears and desperation
I knew there would only be silence

show yourself
anger
I screamed

I'm scared
curl into ball in corner
I said

I'm lonely
start rocking back abd forth
I whispered

no I'm not lonely I'm happy
fake smile apoears in b face while rocking

*he he he he
Ariel Taverner Mar 2015
thought of something
And as I thought of that something I thought of that someone
That someone that I haven't seen yet
I haven't heard
Touched
Tasted
breathed or
Felt....  yet
That someone that I know I will find
That someone who makes me hold onto the hope of love
It's actually kinda sad how this person
This fictional character that I have created
Fictional yet 'undeniably' real
How this person has so much control over my life
My thoughts
My actions
And most people call me a hopeless romantic when they hear this
Yes that morbidly clichéd term that deceives all
Yet I have come to one final conclusion And that is
That this
person
is merely a manifestation of the human condition
Ariel Taverner Apr 2014
I love you

The abstract idea of paradise
But
In reality
Far from it actually
Love is an excruciatingly painful  resemblance of something people call pure and unrefined happiness
Love stings
Love burns
Love tears you apart
Love cuts
Its a painful thing
That
In all our sanity
Always strive for
But when you love someone and they love you back
Sting turns into stung
Burn turns into burns
Tears turn into seams
Cuts turn into scars
And with all of this you and the person can sit together and compare your
Stings
Burns
Seams
And scars
And tell our stories and reveal
IT
ALL
but knowing that he or she will take all those
Scars
And seams
And stings
And burns
And turn them into precious beautiful memories that make all that excruciating pain worth it
And I am beyond blessed to have shown my
Seams
Stings
Burns
And scars
To my dear one
To my orange princess
For my dear one
me
Ariel Taverner Jan 2015
me
IT TOOK THE COLOUR FROM HIS LIFE
IT TOOK HIS BEAUTY AND MADE IT UGLY
IN THE END THAT WAS ALL THAT IT WAS
IN IT'S ENTIRETY IT WAS UGLINESS ITSELF

*he was ugliness itself...
my pathetic attempt at a confession
Ariel Taverner Nov 2016
It's raining
And I Want You

The rain makes me overly sentimental, adding its ten drops worth to my ocean...
Nostalgia swells up; a monolithic wave of sadness and fractured memories
The borders imposed on my heart rebounds the lapping tongues of melancholy and send them back towards the centre towards
Me
Me; the centre of my own world
The Centre of my ocean

Frail ratty rafts of values drift brokenly across my ocean
The cracks in my character screech like strained metal; shouting at me that I'm sinking them
I'm sinking the morals and values that merge to form
Me
Me; the centre of my own world
The Centre of my ocean

The aquatic depths house the monsters of my mind
The Subconscious apparitions so large that a stirring of their serrated spines change the flow of my polluted basement of an ocean
The flow of my subconcious stinks stagnantly
It results in the drifting away of me from
Me
Me; the centre of my world
The Centre of my ocean

It's drizzling
And I want you
Ariel Taverner Jun 2016
I used to think that when I was with you I was getting drunk on life
Sipping on your smile like a classy merlot
Gulping down your twinkling laughter like a sprakling champagne
Savoring your eyes like a forty year old cabarnet
Drinking without care or consequence
Knowing that I'd wake up with a headache so bad it could split kilimanjaro itself
And that my body would Ache from withdrawal symptoms as I yearned for a palatable drink to moisten my lethargic tongue
Except...I didn't...
I woke up, my head Sparkling in its clarity
My body energised and full of movement
I got drunk on you
Yet...I had no hangover...
I got drunk on being with you...except...I didn't
I used to get drunk on 'Her' and when I left her company I left with an incomprehensible pain in my heart
My "Hangover"
But when I'm with you I'm not Drunk
No...I'm Sober
A Sober that allows the world to sparkle around me in painstaking detail
A Sober that allows me to experience the real beauty of life and not just float through it in a haze of intoxication
A Sober that allows me to look at you and experience that flame in my heart
The joy of life
The joy of knowing that my heart is content to not get drunk
My heart can feel joy without drinking its superficial counterpart
Getting drunk on life is a phrase I cannot use with you
You are just so much more
Ariel Taverner Nov 2013
My heart is under a pile
My heart is a pile
On top of my heart there is a gun
The same gun I wanted to use to **** myself
The gun of redemption
On top of that there lies boulders
Boulders with names upon them
Lust
Death
Revenge
Jealousy
These boulders protect me at the core
Wrapped around the boulders is a mirror
To show lies
To hide the truth
To protect my heart from hungry eyes
Strewn around the boulders Lie bullets
Millions of bullets
upon bullet there is a name
I have not found my name yet but time runs out
Around the bullets there are chains
Chaining my heart to ground so that it will never be swept away
So that even a tidal wave will not affect me
Around that there are rags
These rags stink
They arex *****
They are disgusting
And finally around that is my heart
My fake heart
The one I show a girl whom does not love me
This is the heart everyone sees
This is my protecting heart


Please darling go to my heart
For me please darling
Go to the fake one and see through it
Remove it darling
Then after that look at my rags
And use them to clean your tears
And clean my rags
And fold them up and pack them away
Then my darling the chains are there
They are strong
No person has broken them
Please be stronger than the chains my darling
Break them and fix me
Break them and sweep me off my feet
Then my darling I will kiss you and care for you
My darling please do not stop
Go to the bullets and find mine
Put it in your pocket and never lose it
Then my darling look in the Mirror
And use it to see beauty in me  
Please my darling tell me I am beautiful
Please My darling
Then roll the boulders away
Show me
Show me you are willing to work for me and my heart
Then my darling take the gun and load it
Load it with the bullet you found then
Shoot yourself in the leg
Make me a part of you
My darling
Do this and I will love you
My darling please be my darling
People alwayd depict a girl being saved but men only seem like they are fine
Ariel Taverner Jul 2014
sixteen
Hey dear one
fifteen*
How are you?
fourteen
I'm fine thank you
thirteen
Yes. The ****** up, insecure, Neurotic,  emotional, fine.
twelve
Nah. I've just been thinking way too much
eleven
Listen dear one I need you to know something
ten
You are beautiful
nine
No don't say that. You truly are amazing.
eight
You are beautiful beyond comparison
seven
I will not stop. You deserve more than I can give you
six
.....fine
five
You know, tears are overrated
four
People make it such a big deal but in the end all we sometimes need was a good cry
three
No, I only cry in front of people if I totally trust that person
two
That is a good question
one
Yes dear one,  I would cry in front of you
Just a concept
Ariel Taverner Sep 2015
Striding in metamorphosis
Changing in violation
Of the past entity
That dictates the minds beliefs
Believing in his existence
Denying his love
Believing in his grace
Denying his forgiveness
Living lives of stagnated development
Learning...
Growing in theory only
Practically a lie as each step lands upon the previous one
A journey of inner growth
Yet sprouting only protrusions
Ariel Taverner Jul 2015
It's acold misty morning
The large grey cobblestones creating valleys by themselves
The old black lampposts casting the imaginings of light
The buildings shuffle between dark grey and black as if they were a depressed Chameleon
A man walks along this pathway
His dark black Brioni suit covered by the enveloping arms of his coat
The buttons undone as the coat ***** dramatically in the wind that isn't there
The outfit is completed with a black fedora which he wears upon his head
He walks down the pathway and passes a small man
With ragged clothes and a baggy hat
He barely notices the painter as he Iis consumed with his Own demons
The painter holds a brush in his right hand
An old thing with paint and chips on the wooden handle
The bristles are long
Not imacculate
But well used
In his left hand he holds his pallette
It has every colour imaginable
But only a small splotch of it
The painter walks behind the man with the fedora
And he painted
He painted galaxies on the cobblestones and valleys separating them
He painted patterns into the sidewalk and stories into the bricks
His style a rough painterly style
Jagged geometric lines creating organic spirals and waves
A Van Gogh style
Painfully wild strokes
That seem to contain the souls of suffering and pain
His flat yellows contrast to his vivid reds
Powerful imagery created by nothing but contrast
Emotions toyed with by jagged currants and swirls
The painter painted
Trying to catch up to the man with the fedora
Painting eruptions of beauty from the lampposts
And birds and flowers floating upon the air
As the fedora man's heels lifted paint was laid down in insane yellow
Driven insane by trying to catch up to this man
Driven insane by trying to show the man beauty
The painter ran out of paint
A masterpiece a mile long
Seen and admired by all who walked behind
But the artist had failed
His face Contorted as his emotional suffering manifested physically
His heart broke again as he realized that this man with the fedora wouldn't stop
He would live his whole life
Without seeing beauty
The painter was put in a nice jacket and a white padded room to live the rest of hus days
Forced to live in his misey....
His  emotion....
His failure...
The finale that rose up from 'Sad' and 'smiles'
Ariel Taverner Mar 2016
Sitting close next to each other in the car listening to the same music with the same set of earphones, ******* my parents off by ignoring them and giggling

Sitting on the hood of a car with my head on your shoulder as we talk about the beautiful things in this world

Us.

Us in an art studio we rented for two hours. Unlimited paints and colours. Everything from the walls to the chairs to each other are the canvases

Sitting at a family dinner talking to my family as I sip wine from my right hand and curl my left hand around yours. We don't need to talk to each other just be with each other.  

Walking in to the room to find you passed out from exhaustion. Smiling because I'm happy that you feel safe enough to sleep around me.

Falling asleep with you in my arms. I fall asleep with the smell of your hair on my mind.

Covering your sleeping figure with a blanket.

Falling asleep without a blanket. Waking up with one.

Falling asleep alone. Waking up with you.

You

You kissing me awake

Drawing you.

Seeing you. Running to you catching you and lifting you as I hug you and twirl you.

Laughing until we cry

Driving along. Seeing a puppy in the street. Take it home wash it feed it and play with it. Together with you.

Buying a glass Rose and giving it to you.

Smudging your lipstick.

Helping you to put your makeup on and giggle as I make small mistakes just to annoy you.

Painting your nails. Taking the brush and dabbing your nose to see your smile.

Going on a run with you through the forests. Letting you win because I enjoy running behind you.

Getting lost with you by my side. Telling you that 'lost is relative'.

Sitting on a Park bench with you. Talking about the people walking past. Speculating on how God did his job well.

Explaining my art to you

Listening to you for as long as you can talk.

Seeing you concentrate on some small task. You do not notice me there. Seeing who you are when you're alone.

Reading a book in front of the fire as you sit beside me and read a different one. We compete for the blanket.

Reading my poetry that I wrote for you about you.

You forgiving me.

Waking you up in the middle of the night when it's pouring outside. Sitting at a Window and telling you about how I used to do this as a child. Having you rest your head on my shoulder as we silently share the moment, chilly from the wet cold air.

Waking you up in the middle of the night when it's raining heavily. Going outside with you waiting until we're both soaked then tell you how beautiful you look. Hugging you.

Hugging you in the rain.

Kissing you in the rain.

Walking under an umbrella as a thunderstorm rages around us. Being close together as a little silo of dry air is created around us under the umbrella. A tiny world all to ourself.

Falling asleep to the sound of rain. You are next to me.

Spontaneously buying an artwork for you that you saw and liked at a flea market.

Buying you a puppy.
An ever growing list.
Ariel Taverner Sep 2014
There were ten flames
Each a different size
Each a different colour
Each a different heat
Each a different part of me

Then there were only nine because I killed my tears

Then only eight because my laughter died

Then only seven because she smothered my hope

Now only six flames remain
Ariel Taverner Jul 2015
She asked me:"  Why do we love?"
I thought a million thoughts
Amongst a sea of ravenous slippery thoughts
I grabbed one and replied:" Because we fear being alone. We know it will seem to be more than anything else but in that moment, in that second when your lips touch his you will be willing to go through it all ten times again just so that you could relive that imperfectly perfect moment again. "

they say infatuation makes you lose sense.
*infatuation passes Zoë
A very very old rant I found on a piece of paper.  I think it's better than a lot of my current stuff.

*I wonder if you still read my poetry*
Ariel Taverner Nov 2013
Dear despondency

I beg of you leave me be.  I hace done no great evil unto this world? Have I?? I beg of you leave me to My own devices not that they are better but I prefer to destroy myself and not you. So leave my soul and bother another person.

Not yours sincerely
The despondent boy
TDA
But then maybe my despondency is a part of me
Ariel Taverner Nov 2013
Dear desperation

I ask only that you do not grab me as readily as you do.  For whenever I desire something from gazing upon the ground to catching my true love you are there.  Now I do not say leave.  No.  For I desire you.  You can be useful.  But come at my will not yours.  

Not yours sincerely
Your master
TDA
Desperation is useful but dangerous
Ariel Taverner Jan 2015
My love.....

My love....

My sweet bitter love
Caress my heart in your hands
Touch my soul with your heavenly icey fingers
Make me feel alive and not alone
Please my love....

Press your head against my chest
Touch my arms
Make me feel like a bird
Soaring across the vastness of your beauty

My love.....

My sweet bitter love
Look into my painful eyes
Let me look into your abyssally deep eyes
Let my lips drift slowly towards yours
Let me kiss you
my love
Let me feel your passion
Your pain.....

You

Please my love...
My love.....
My bitter sweet love
Put your arms around me
Pull me tight
Chest against chest
Let me feel your heart
Let me feel your love
Let me feel your smooth skin
Let me feel your passionate gaze
Let me feel your lips against mine

My love....

My bitter sweet love

Let me kiss your smooth silken neck
Let me caress your suple *******
Let me feel your skin against mine
Let me feel the sweat
Streaming off our bodies
Let me feel your heart and soul
Mingling with my own

Let us intertwine

My love.....

My Bitter Sweet Love

I love you
A fantasy
Ariel Taverner Nov 2013
My love
My sweet bitter love
Caress my heart in your hands
Touch my soul with your ice fingers
Make me feel alive and not alone
Please my love
Press your head against my chest
Touch my arms
Make me feel like a bird
Soaring across the vastness of your beauty

My love
My sweet bitter love
Look into my painful eyes
Let me look into your abyssally deep eyes
Let my lips drift slowly towards yours
Let me kiss you my love
Let me fell your passion
Your pain
You
Please my love

My love
My bitter sweet love
Put your arms around me
Pull me tight
Chest against chest
Let me feel your heart
Let me feel your love
Let me feel your smooth skin
Let me feel your pasionate gaze
Let me feel your lips against mine

My love
My bitter sweet love
Let me kiss your smooth silken neck
Let me caress your suple *******
Let me feel your skin against mine
Let me feel the sweat
Streaming off our bodies
Let me feel your heart and soul
Mingling with my own
Let us intertwine

My love

My
Bitter
Sweet
Love

         I love you
Ariel Taverner Nov 2013
once upon a time
I loved a girl
I loved her more than the stars in the sky
More than the sand in the beaches
So I gave her my heart
She took it
Kissed it
And cut it in half
"To keep it near her all the days of her life"
But then she left
She took the half and gave it to a man
(His heart was also cut in half before
But now my half makes him full)
Anger swelled up for she gave another man my heart
But it is part of me
And because of that I felt his heart
Begging from me to let go
To Let go and let the woman I loved be loved by the man she loves. ......
I let go and wept
Wept from despair
Wept from joy
For though she is gone
She is happy
And that warms my half heart
Not all love stories have a happy ending
Ariel Taverner Sep 2013
Pain
Lies
Enigmas
Attrocities
Sins
Enemy
***
Attack
Vengeance
Ecc­entric
Maddening
Extreme
The signs are not always out in the open
Ariel Taverner Sep 2013
Hello
Eccentric
Lies
Pain
Ariel Taverner Jul 2014
I guess its pain I want
I doubt it will make me feel better
But I want you to know that I would drink my own blood for you
I would burn my skin for you
I would cut my wrists for you
I would not eat for you

The couple of conversations we had
Just proved to me that I failed
So far
You still think your ugly
You still think your fat
You still think your not worth it

But you see the thing is
To me
Your weight is perfect
Your face is elegant
You are worth everything I can give you

Yes I'm drunk on tired
But what causes things to come out
Doesn't make it any less special
So here it is
I'm here for you
Easier to say than do
But let me prove it
Let me show you what I think of you

And in the end even if you were fat
Even if you were ugly and worthless
It doesn't matter
Because I would still want to kiss you
Ariel Taverner Feb 2014
To my dear orange princess

The slow sombre air is stifling
I wish sometimes it would be more exciting
There are no women in the room
Only females
I do not gaze upon any of these females with lust or attraction
I return to my much more exciting book
Suddenly a presence enters the room
I look up confused and my mouth drops wide open
There she stands the most beautiful thing that there can be
She stands there in an orange dress
Not suited for occasions such as this
But she makes it fit
Its perfect for her body
Her smile
Her glasses
Her hair
She is perfection
And I stare
She is so vivacious my heart starts beating so loud I expect people to look towards the sound
I continue staring at this beautiful creature
She looks at me then with a smile of bemused etiqutte she wonders what im doing
With a shock I realize she does not realize the beauty that she is blessed with
this is a travesty beyond comprehension
I will show her how her smile brightens the day
How her curve entices men
How her lips enchant every living creature on earth
I will show her or die trying
I will show her the orange princess
Ariel Taverner Jul 2014
Guess what
You are not what you think your are
You may think your lips are ugly
I still want them on mine
You may think your hips are fat
I still want to put my hands on it
You may think your face is ugly
I still want to caress it
You may think your figure is unattractive
I still want to feel it pressed up against me
You may think you are stupid
I still want to talk to you
You may think your scars are ugly
I still want to hear every story
You may think your eyes are ugly
I still get lost in them
You may think your nose Is ugly
I still want to give it a rub with mine
You may think you are needy
I still want to hold you
You may think you are rude
I still prefer your company
You may dislike every part of yourself
I will still disagree with you
Now and until my breath completely runs out

You may hateyourself
But I still love you
Ariel Taverner Feb 2014
You sent me a song
While we were talking and that was it
Nothing else you just sent it
And before I listenee I googled the lyrics and read them as I listened
Im glad I did coz you were trying to say something
You wanted me to understand
The pain
The fear
The horror

The tears I could never cry

So I read it and I cried
My soul is stained by the tears I cried
No tears flowed down my cheeks for even though I want to be the person you save your heart for I cannot even cry real tears for you
And in the end I still cant cry
In the end in just a little boy with kind words that are never enough for someome like you

The orange princess is in tears
In a bath of tears
Tears cried by my soul for her
The tears blrnd around her seeming to want to be part of her but can never be because the pain they show are just not worthy of her
They mix with the red droplets of blood leaking from my eyes
For to see you makes eyes such as mine cry tears of blood
Together the blood and the tears make a sea of red around my orange princess
Swirling
Mixing....
......
......


Crying
Ariel Taverner Nov 2013
But know this dear one I will never leave you nor forsake you for I am strong. I will never hurt you or let any harm come to you for I am strong.  I will always Protect you dear one for I an strong but against you I am weak and I love it
Ariel Taverner Nov 2013
Know this dear one.  For you my heart is always open.  For you my soul is laid bear. For you my mind is an open book.
I love you?
Ariel Taverner Nov 2013
Know this dear one. I am not everyone. I am Different have you not realized this? I will not waver, give up or stop trying I am me and me is strong.  Even if you change for better or for worst you will still be levels above everybody else
I love you?
Ariel Taverner Nov 2013
Know this dear one.  I do not lie.  When I say you are perfection I do not say you are perfection to me I say you are perfection.  When I say you are beautiful I do not say you are Beautiful to me I say you are beautiful.  This is the truth
I love you?
Ariel Taverner Nov 2013
Know this dear one.  You are nothing but a liar to yourself.  I do not condemn you no. I merely want you to know that when you say"i am ugly" you are lying! When you say "I am stupid" you are lying.  Whenever you lie to yourself I will protect you and show you the truth this I promise!
I love you?
Ariel Taverner Nov 2013
Know this dear one. You are a butterfly. Just like you a butterfly does not know it's own beauty, yet it still graces the world with its sheer beauty.
I love you?
Ariel Taverner Dec 2013
Know this dear one.  I am busy but I still try. I do not give up. I will not leave willingly. And I am here.
I love you?
Ariel Taverner Sep 2013
I look at the moon
Veiled by clouds
Dark and foreboding
It reminds me of my soul
It is bright and beautiful
But it is veiled by the clouds of society
Let the clouds move
PLEASE
Ariel Taverner Sep 2013
my thoughts
my infinity thoughts
grasp
grasp at my soul
and tear it apart

my thoughts
my infinity toughts
wrench
wrench at my soul
and tear it apart

my thoughts
my infinity thoughts
tear
tear at my soul
and destroy me

my thoughts
my infinity thoughts
grasp my soul
and tear it away from sanity
Sometimes people get so worked up in their own thoughts that they over think things and condemn their sanity to hell
Ariel Taverner Feb 2016
I saw you yesterday
And I still haven't figured out if today is too soon to miss you
Ariel Taverner Jul 2014
O how I will change

Right now I'm sitting next to a fire thinking about how lonely I am
How horrible my life is
I'm thinking about how I'm throwing a pity party and I know it
I'm thinking about how I want to burn my hand in the fire and punch the walls
I'm thinking about all of my emotions
Im thinking about how pathetic I am sitting here thinking I have it bad
But at the back of my mind
In a reinforced, diamond encrusted, adamantium cage
Sits the belief that I will change
And
O HOW I WILL CHANGE
I will smile
I will laugh and talk to people
I will help people
I will be handsome
I will have figured myself out a bit more
I will no longer have pimples

And that is
How I
Will change
They say changre is a choice and a hope.  So I hope this is how I will change
Ariel Taverner Oct 2015
I sit here
And I think
Of a memory long distant
Yet so sweet
Succulent potatoes
And tender meat
Cooked to perfection
And presented so neat

*dankie oupa:-)
Ariel Taverner Oct 2013
People everywhere
They look at me
In disgust
what is that thing
They say
All the things they say
gather and attack
Attack my fortress
My defences
The defences I put up years ago to protect myself
From all the horrors
All the monsters
All the people
All the mindless freaks
That attack me
Just as they attack me now
And its hard
really hard
Why me
Why
They fail
Not the attackers
My defences they collapse and cave in
As they do that they collapse on me
Leaving me restrained
So that they have all the power they want
And they use it
Why me
Why
A physical representation of emotional pain
Ariel Taverner May 2015
It's fascinating isn't it?
How we can be on an eight hour trip
And we see nothing outside
Excepts the outside inside our phones
Spot the irony
Ariel Taverner Feb 2015
All that this
Is
Is
A painful attempt at a poem
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