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ARI Apr 2015
..300, 4..
I don't want to count
The calories anymore.

-ARI
ARI Apr 2015
Everyone's a poet
Some simply have no clue,
But answer me one question;
What is a poet to you?

For me a Poet is a person,
a place, or thing;
To bring out such emotion
To make you cry or sing.

I know it may seem crazy,
But Darling look around;
A picture tells a story
Without a single sound.

A flower whispers truth
So softly in the ear
Of every child to close their eyes
So their hearts can hear.

A simple stone; grey and new
Could bring a proud man to his knees.
From his fathers name engraved;
Each letter tangled in his grief.

An unused baby blanket
Folded neatly in a woman's lap
Whispers what could've been
Of her child who will 'ever nap.

A sunrise over water
Rushing quickly past a bridge;
'Ever sings the tender stories
Of a young couple's marriage.

A man who neither speaks nor hears
Sits at home 'ever lonely,
But in a book upon his desk
He's etched vibrant sounds into his story.

You see, everyone's a poet
Some simply have no clue,
But answer me one question;
What is a poet to you?

-ARI
ARI Apr 2015
No one ever listened
To the words I had to say
Maybe when Im gone
They'll feel the words
Written by my shame

-ARI
ARI Apr 2015
Today she fell
Out of our grasp
Into white
She now is dressed


Her father shakes
Her mother cries
Her brother learns
To hate goodbyes

Hold your sobs
Hold yourself
You must stay strong
For someone else

Close your eyes
Say not a word
Hope for peace
In their broken world

'Cause today she fell
Out of their grasp
Into white
She'll 'ever be dressed

Her father shakes
Her mother cries
Her brother now
Hates goodbyes

But he'll hold his sobs
He'll hold himself
He will stay strong
For everyone else

He'll close his eyes
Say not a word
Pray for peace
In his broken world

Because she fell
Out of his grasp
Her perfect heart
Locked in a casket

His father sleeps
His mother cries
Says shes fine
But he hears her lies

Now he holds his sobs
While he holds himself
He cant stay strong
For everyone else

Now he closes his eyes
He says not a word
He's lost hope for peace
In his broken world


Today he fell
Out of our grasp
Next to his sister
In a field of new grass

-ARI
ARI Apr 2015
Stand tall
When you're feeling low
Be a Beacon of light
For the broken souls

Be their strength
And give them hope
Together you will find
Your forever home

Hold them tightly
Keep them close
Let them know
They don’t have to be alone

-ARI
ARI Apr 2015
If a poet loves you,
Treasure every word
Of which falls from their dancing lips.

For they will be the one to engrave
Every syllable of your name
Into every crevice of their soul.

They will braid your everlasting joys and sorrows
Into beautiful intricate stanzas
Forever tattooed on their vibrant mind.

They will spend countless hours
Weaving together letters for the perfect "I love you"
Without ever using such words.

If a poet loves you;
You will be 'ever etched into their heart
By the ink of sweet eternity.

-ARI
ARI Apr 2015
Small
Sweet girl
All alone
Holding herself
Pinching the extra fat upon her thighs
Five miles. No meals. hope one day she'll learn
Beauty cant be
weighed by a
Lifeless
Scale

-ARI
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