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Ariel Dec 2015
I remember the first  day I saw you, it was like a dream I was walking and there you were. Standing there but not. In reality I had seen you before but I had never ‘Seen” you. The real you. The you that cries at the littlest things people say but hide it extremely well. The ***** that you try to play off on everyone. The distance you hold between everyone you meet. The miles no one seems to want to cross. The loneliness no one else seems to understand. When I first meet you I thought you looked like a fallen angel. your hair was so black, so beautiful. Your eyes were so brown so plain, so simple. Everything im not everything, I would never be again.I thought you were so happy but I never knew the truth no one did.
Then I saw you again your eyes where still brown
but it held a spark, a fire, a burning resistance.
Your hair was no longer black it was the prettiest
shade of lilac.
You still looked like a fallen angel,
dark and mysterious. But the
darkness you held
didn’t seem like darkness
it filled a room up.
I remember the first day I saw you.
Ariel Dec 2015
Shades of black
Everything is black
Your eyes your hair the way your stare back
You eyes are mesmerizing ******* me in with just a look. Your like a temptation you've Got me hooked. I just died in your arms with a smile on my face. Shrowed with black covered in lace. Dying before I even realized I was alive, living for a love that's already died.
  Sep 2015 Ariel
Paul Hardwick
People ask me, so here it is
I create this stuff here
live, right here, on Hello Poetry
that's why, is has, mist spellings and stuff
now I feel like a wizard
dipping my toe into all your worlds
but this is not your world it's mine
an I keep it so
if my colours spill out
well that your own problem
wipe them up, smer them over with white
and go on write over the top
I always do
and that's what make me me
I have alway's said.
and all the things that I tell you
are no wear from here
well more like, in my world.


Hope this help's.
P@ul.
  Sep 2015 Ariel
Mel Little
I could never know just how dangerous being a lamb is until I fell for the lion.
He could easily snap me in half, mentally, emotionally.
He is all predator, cool calm and collected.
All harsh lines and sharp tongue
All confidence and cockiness
But the way he moves, so beautifully
It breaks my heart.
And I am the sick ******* that can't bear to let go,
I would run if I wasn't so busy being caught up in him
So busy wanting to put him back together
Because he wasn't always a lion, wasn't always this.
He was a cub once, a smaller version of himself now
Lesser and more
But I will fall asleep tonight thinking of his roar
And what it does to my heart
Not afraid, but utterly transfixed
Stupid, stupid lamb
For falling in love with the lion.
The quote that is the title was written by Stephenie Meyer ten years ago. The poem however, is mine
Ariel Sep 2015
Dear **** boys

Lies have become a custom to me.
I heard so many and told many more.
I take extra long showers now with boiling hot water, hoping to cleanse this skin.
Hoping to erase this sin.
I tell myself i'm over it but my heart still yearns
it still burns with a passion only you could ignite.
A blaze that's taken over my soul.
I feel trapped, stuck in a black hole.
I'm going no where im lost.
I tell myself i will never talk to him again.
I tell myself we can just be friends.
It's my fault, I'm the one to blaim.
I bought into it.
I ran like a moth to the flame.
And like a moth I got burned.
Dear **** boy

why am I so excited, my heart beats fast
I feel pleasure and fear at the same time.
I feel like i'm about to commit a crime.

Dear **** boy
When you said Netflix and chill
I was unaware there would be no Netflix .
Plus your definition of chill
doesn't seem to be adding up to my thesaurus.

Dear **** boy

Where have you gone
I've been calling and texting
but you still haven't picked up the phone.
When you said let's be friends was this a
signal for the end.
Dear **** boy what is heartbreak…
Don’t know here's the answer

loving you.
Ariel Sep 2015
Diary of a **** boy

**** boys………




burn it with fire…….


They said come to the dark side, they had cake…


the cake was a lie.

Story of my life

then Netflix and chill
there was no Netflix nor any chill
sad face cry

the I ran .......

and left shoes.

story of my life.
(They were black too)

#The Netflix was a lie
**** boys  Netflix chill lies cake
Ariel Sep 2015
My little mermaid
has the reddest hair in the land
She funny, she crazy she never bland
She an artist with a big heart
she's a heartbreaker she will tear you apart
She's beauty and she grace
and if you talk **** she will rip your face
My little mermaid

~latrin
Dedicated to gabby roman my good friend
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