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 Sep 2014 Ari B
Riley Lavender
There are moments
(mostly in the mornings)
when I can pretend
we never happened
I lay there, thinking nothing,
and I feel happy

But then
the memories
begin to bubble up
one by one
The pain returns
And I realize that
there's no escaping you
 Sep 2014 Ari B
Layla Thurman
You tell me you love me
And maybe you do
But it's a sick kind of love
So sorry baby I'm through

I can't stand it any more
My heart and soul have broken
So I'll write these poems for you
No longer my feelings unspoken

Too bad you'll never read them
Even though they're just for you
So farewell and goodbye my love
My heart bids you adieu
 Sep 2014 Ari B
Zai K
I've made a couple of "mistakes".

This past summer taught me that mistakes are nothing but lessons.

Think of it this way.
You can learn a lesson about the French Revolution at school and that'll just be an easy lesson, hard to listen to but fairly easy not so rememberable, but nonetheless a lesson.

When you give your all to someone carelessly forgetting to put yourself first learning that the problem was you because somehow you forgot to love yourself enough and remember your worth and to be a ride or die for not only him but God.....

now don't tell me that isn't a lesson.

Now any relationship you get into you remember not to wear your heart on your sleeve, you remembered not to get to carried away too fast.

You remember this because you made a mistake your paying for every day because it has now become a lesson you just can not forget.

But the cost isn't a bad thing.

Your wiser, you now remember to never forget your worth or to question yourself. You no longer forget that you are beautiful. Now again I ask are mistakes really mistakes?
 Sep 2014 Ari B
i s a b e l l a
Seeing you up close
is like seeing the sun
pop out behind grey clouds.

Seeing you smile
is like running through a
field of flowers.

And seeing you far away
is another reminder
that you are not mine.
 Aug 2014 Ari B
Brad Antonio
Live
 Aug 2014 Ari B
Brad Antonio
From this point on
I just want the stars to reveal the truth
And I hope it answers your question
As to why I keep looking up at the sky every night

The strength this world can give
Is inevitable before my eyes
But I always question my beliefs
As to which direction I need to go

I need to be empowered in order to survive
And find the right people to connect with
In order to be understood
Hopefully they give as much light as the stars

I don’t need to count my tears
Or all the times I’ve been hurt
By those who clearly don’t mean anything anymore
Because black holes don’t last forever

No matter how much will be taken away
There will always be something left
And regardless of its size
With the right mind, it will grow

And that’s what we’ve been doing
For the last thousands of years
We’ve grown and improved
Now we have things that will hopefully get us through the day

I’m all about living and learning
I study the sky with or without clouds
Even with light pollution
Because only the brightest of the brightest of stars will be seen

And I will work to become one of them…
Listening to these depressing songs.
It's ironically giving me the will to be strong,
And I don't mind if they're being played for long.
They're making the oceans of my heart rift,
Letting my soul drift in the cold water.

Staring up into the sun,
Ironically it seems fun.

Dipping in my own sorrow,
Urging me to press play,
Again and again,
Making me feel a little bit insane.

I'm enjoying dwelling in my inexplicable pain,
Making me realize,
That maybe,
Sometimes,
One can be happy by just being sad.
 Jun 2014 Ari B
Lara Wan
I was yours from the beginning
but you were never mine
I guess I should've seen it
should've read all the signs
I was there for you always
but you never were for me
I guess I should've noticed
but I was too blind to see
It's true there were no promises
no touch, no hugs, no kisses
but you should've known that I would fall
still you didn't try to catch me at all
 Jun 2014 Ari B
Rebecca Shain
He told me that in order to stop hurting him I would have to stop breathing.
Little did he know I had stopped. A long time ago.
And kissing him was like kissing the sun.
His mouth was the only ash I would let enter my lungs.
I hate the fact that I am drowning on land.
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