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 Mar 2016 Ari L
Tiana Lloyd
She was an Angel seeking Chaos
He was a Demon seeking Peace
both cursed, ******— victims of a Fate Divided...
They would never Meet.

She would search for him in Calamity
In violence, cries, and screams
Only to exhaust herself in Destruction
Resigned to see him in Fractured Dreams.

He would search for her in Tranquility
In serenity,  hope, and love
Yet could never touch her Light...
Should've searched below, yet looked above.

They wandered the earth Lost
They both wandered the earth so Lone
Both broken, tired, defeated...
Searching for Loves Lost and Never Known...

She remained an Angel seeking Chaos
And He remained a Demon seeking Peace
They would wander for all of Eternity
Never once finding what they Seek...
 Mar 2016 Ari L
Ree Bunch
Your lies were dipped in bittersweet chocolate;
with a heaping amount of caramel sauce drizzled on top.
I gobbled up more than I care to openly admit;
in fear of what others will think and say.
After enjoying your momentary treats;
came the truth;
with so much salt, it was baffling to eat.

A.K.A

(10 w)

The lies I ate, but
the truth I couldn’t take.
 Mar 2016 Ari L
JL
Less
 Mar 2016 Ari L
JL
I thought it
A carousel spinning
Music and light

Presumed 
It a blade of grass
Or shadow bent by
**** form

Maybe the strand of silk hair
Ribbon disrupted from a high place
To fall on cheek

But I am wrong
This single:

True love
Is but
Raw pain unmingled
 Mar 2016 Ari L
Minal Govind
Sometimes I worry
about the amount of things
I will have
left
to say to you next time -
should I make a list?

How will I account for segways?
(You take a lot of detours
and I follow in fear that you'll walk
away,
but I'm expected to find my way
back.)
I'll bring breadcrumbs next time;
maybe ducks will eat them though.

As long as I'm with you, anywhere
feels right.
Like on your kitchen counter,
sipping sickly sweet grape juice
while you microwaved popcorn.

Or on the stairs in the basement -
where I discovered your heart
beat
and you discovered that my lips are sweet.

Or crouched on the tiles behind the cabinet
with tears puddling around me
and I text you instructions not to call
but you
still
tried,
7 times,
and you said that it's okay if I say nothing.

Back to square one:
we find ourselves with phones to our ears -
(yours possibly taped to your head because
you like to eat at
1 am)
in silence together.

At some point, I cave -
'What's the point of this? We could be silent and not on the phone with each other.'

You reply - 'It's just better this way because I can
Feel you.'

We'll never run out of silence
because now it's all we have.
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