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Jan 2018 · 191
New
Arianna Skelcher Jan 2018
New
the city was lit in hues of orange purple and red
and i approached the new year
with a heart open
and a mind waiting for adventure
Jan 2018 · 678
Noticed
Arianna Skelcher Jan 2018
Pieces of my heart will always belong to you
Like the puzzle pieces i misplaced when i was seven
That still reside in each crevasse of my childhood home
Waiting for me to come bounding out of my bright pink room
With open hands
To retrieve them, and welcome them after all this time apart
Alike my love for you waits
In each crack and crevasse of my soul
To be noticed
Jan 2018 · 363
Run
Arianna Skelcher Jan 2018
Run
lets take your car
and pack our bags
put everything we said we’d never need
in the pockets of our longing
lets just take off
and go somewhere far away from these crowded streets and sour mouths
start up your car
and speed down the highway that started it all
and drive so fast that it feels like we could fly
and roll down all the windows as i feel the wind on my fingertips
like i have the world in my hands yet again
like i can do whatever i want, like i am not  bound to this town to this city to this state
like i can race past oblivion, like i can grow wings and fly straight to the heaven you gave to me wrapped in a silver box
lets just go
lets kiss this city goodbye with lipstick and tears
baby
lets just run away
Mar 2017 · 700
Ashes to Dust
Arianna Skelcher Mar 2017
If you are to bear a child
Let someone into you, and release a being into your womb,
Let it grow
And then birth it from your stomach and into the world
You shall not abandon this new life, this new life should be the center of your universe
Not compared to the serpent, because you wanted the apple
There are too many children that live
Unwanted
By their parents with white dust on their nose, whom lock the kids up so they can catch the stars that they should be seeing in the bright green eyes of the child they brought into this earth but then said no
They cannot handle the world
When it is not orbiting around their being
They cannot handle the difficult labor of the being they crafted from the ashes of a poisonous love
They cannot handle the space it takes up, the occupancy, the screaming that leaves their lips because all they want is their mother to look upon them without drowsy eyes and tell them she loves them
Tell them she cares
Tell them she cares more about them then the needles lying all over the house
Tell them she wants them to be happy
Tell them she will read them a bed time story and kiss them goodnight
But all their life ever is, is the echoes of fights, and screams, arguing over money, yelling at them for simply existing
That was when I learned how to cry, silently
When I realized that dope, was more sufficient then love from the mother who bore me
When I realized that dad would never love mom even though he breathed carbon monoxide into her pure lungs, when her adolescence was at its peak
That's when I, was born out of the ashes of their sinful intentions
Arianna Skelcher Mar 2017
She was sat, fixed, focused
Headphones in and a world out
The roar of the bus in the background
I sit here, listening to the kids smile and laugh with eachother
Happy to be living
I wonder what she is thinking about
If she understands the world like I do
I wonder if her mind is tired
Like mine is
Maybe if i said something to her
She would understand how i view the world in pigment
As I would understand, that her world
Is still in black and white
(this is my first poem here so i hope you enjoy)

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