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Ariadne Jan 2017
We're becoming silhouettes
in the hands of this moon.
Watch the dance of the stars
and we'll stay the night
making some sort of lovesong
with touching skin with skin
and moaning loudly
about ecstasy
  Jan 2017 Ariadne
rained-on parade
You can't hold the short arm of the clock
and call it yesterday.
This is what I've learned this year. I think we've all grown up in ways we don't want to admit.

And in the end we're always more lost than ever found. But isn't that what life is all about? Finding your way back to yourself.

Happy new year everyone.
I hope joy gets your address right this time.
  Jul 2016 Ariadne
Corvus
Stranger, I've decided to write to you
As a sort of symbolic poem, maybe a form of catharsis.
My name is Jason, but we met when I was wearing a different name.
I'm sure you remember me vividly.
Then again, maybe not.
Maybe I'm just a blur, a face in a sea of faceless faces.
A congealed mass of melted self-worth
With the others that I'm certain exist.
Limbs all strewn together in confusion, joined, locked into one another
Without really knowing how we came to be connected.
You took me to a foreign land, made it my home,
Took me in and gave eyes to a naive-blinded person.
Did you plan it even from that point,
Or did opportunity just knock so hypnotically?
You gave this boy open wounds,
Rubbed addicting substances onto them,
Called it the key to prosperity and happiness,
Then let the boy enter a man's world
With no weapon at my disposal, not even a plan.
I was ambushed and deceived by you.
You made me feel like a scared child again.
I was ripped of all I felt made me something solid, a human-shaped form,
So, I take comfort in knowing we will once again, one day, be equals.
Maggots will mercilessly eat away at your remorseless corpse,
Feeding you to the earth, allowing you to sustain life
In the hopes that you will do better in death than you ever did as a human.
Of course, I'll be right beside you,
Rotting away as your equal.
Ariadne Jul 2016
Lin-Manuel Miranda got up
on the stage and said
love is love is love is love is love is love.

and I kept my hand on my chest
and told you that I loved you
more than the sea loves the shore.

I will become a moon
in the hands of all this desire;
and you keep trying

to be the sun.
  Jul 2016 Ariadne
Sam Felix
Gay.
Lesbian, Bi.
Love is Love.
Girl, Girl. Boy, Boy.
Not liking the opposite ***.
Like or loving the same ***.
Lesbian, Gay, Bi, Trans, Intersex, Asexual Community.
You are not unnatural or weird.
Coming out of the closet.
Being who you are.
Pride within yourself.
Loving Yourself.
Gay.

Straight.
Girl, Boy.
Love is Love.
Male, Female. Male, Female.
Not liking the same ***.
Liking or loving the opposite ***.
Being seen as normal in today’s society.
You’re not any different than gays.
Not coming out to anyone.
Being who you are.
Pride within yourself.
Loving yourself.
Straight.
Ariadne Jul 2016
I find stories between the valleys
of her thighs, and I know
that maybe sometimes
my mother thinks I'm burning in hell
or going to.

But how can I tell her this,
that I've found more softness
and a heaven of my own
here, in the midst of her skin,
and maybe, just maybe
let me lie here

until I go
to my eventual hell.
Just a thought.
Ariadne Jun 2016
Touch me
because I'm starting to think
that the gasoline I poured onto myself
has lost its potency.

Touch me
because maybe I'll light up like the sky
you never said you wanted.

Or maybe
You'll touch my wet skin
and think
she's already drowned.

And leave.

— The End —