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 Jan 2017 Ariel Baptista
Mona
i was up late last night
because i needed to write
all these emotions
and my devotions

i was up late last night
trying to figure out why
it was hard for me to say
what i needed to say

it's like you're a bird flying back and forth
telling me things you never even said
it's like this strange script written in my head
from all of the things i wish you said
better than a movie
better than a dream
better than any book i've ever read
you were running in my mind
that's why i was up late last night

i was up late last night
because i couldn't get it right
the words and the things
i needed to make you mine

i was up late last night
trying to figure out why
you could do all this
without even a kiss

it's like you're a song playing on and on
a little overrated but it never gets old
it's one of those a hopeless romantic sings along to
in the car driving home all alone
better than a movie
better than a dream
better than any book i've ever read
you were running in my mind
that's why i was up late last night

only if you felt the same
and you came up to me to say,
that you wanted me to be yours

i wouldn't be awake this late
losing sleep believing in fate
that someday you'll be mine

we can be better than any movie
better than your dream
better than any book you'll ever read
only if you were mine

it's like you're everything i've been looking for
crazy how it took me this long
but it's like you're everything every girl wants
that's why it's so hard to get you
better than a movie
better than a dream
better than any book i ever read
you were running in my mind
that's why i was up late last night
written in song form
 Jan 2017 Ariel Baptista
N T
we're living and breathing
suckling on any form of nutrient the universe gives out to us
searching for something meaningful
in the unfathomable
we're a copy of a copy of a set of circumstances
that have lead us to our universe somehow existing
continuing to exist
amongst the cosmos
we're all reaching out
for love, fortune,
stardust.
 Jan 2017 Ariel Baptista
Yz Doo
Lost in space,is it day or night
Insipid meds driving me into a moon filled submission
I saw the owl today during daylight
He comes to me menacing but guiding still not done with my spiritual quest
Now not about love misery process misery of unbridled destiny
Now about meltimg walks undescribable realizations about me
No one else is alloed at this festival of mental instability .
I need help
I am ill do what
I accept and that's it
The end
Will the owl ever present me with my true answers to positive health
And my now lost funny contented grin
The marriage of pen to paper gives birth to poetic imagery.
So full of life that its authentic nature can be felt every time you read.
My heart nurtured in its soil so deep that my mind thinks poetically. Aligned with the body and soul, I become poetically whole.
 Jan 2017 Ariel Baptista
Caro
we are / not designed / to sit / hunched and / shallow / eyes bleeding / from silent screaming / as the / world / burns

we are designed / to run / through / fields of / luminous poppies / breathless / dancing like / diamond / light / on a sea / of glass pebbles
Soft water falls
and hits the leaves
moving me
like the forces
each drop used to be,
wet recycled energy
that cleaved
stone formations
so slowly.
 Jan 2017 Ariel Baptista
Traveler
Extremism
Is just another dead end
Believe me
There's no place I haven't been
Simply put
Curiosity is the itch to know
To feel, to dream, to grow
Still
Dread can appear as a illogical intrusion
When based on a incomplete resolution
And so...
Not even contemplation
Before conclusion
Can guarantee absolution

On this side of the maze
   I get lost for days...
Traveler Tim
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