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 Mar 2016 Ariel Baptista
Lovelust
The scars on my body,
Dont represent my pain,
Or my suffering,
Beneath each one is a story,
Of how it took me to get here.
you said to me
it's just because I am pretty.
don't fall in love with me.
but then you breathed
desire and need
with your tongue.
and included me in dreams
that haunt the stars.
 Mar 2016 Ariel Baptista
Rhiannon
You're cutting off all my oxygen,
With your hand around my neck,
My eyes are going bloodshot,
The tighter your grip gets.

I would listen to your story,
Agree now and again,
But you don't seem to realise,
I killed my dearest friend.

Changed her into everything,
I wanted her to be,
Then put a bullet through her head,
Upon the count of three.

You think of me as average,
The way I've always been,
That's only because I pray to God,
To keep my soul clean.

And I know I am being morbid,
Trying far too hard,
But I still own a piece of her heart,
Kept in a glass jar.

One day the heart will grow moudly,
Then loose it's rhythm and beat,
But hopefully That will be the day,
I no longer have to breathe.
 Mar 2016 Ariel Baptista
b mafika
The world is crowded;
too* many lonely people;
the ones holding
hands take up less space,
or in the least
fill the world more meaningfully.
Because there's always so little time,
I am a deformed pudding cup
I am the lid that never opens
I am the spoon that bends when you try to get ice cream
I am the piece of tape that never sticks
I am a thumbtack that never goes into the wall
when you try to put me in I just break and fall somewhere on the floor youre afraid youll step on me
I am the rock underneath your slip-n-slide
I am the grass floating in your pool
I am a burnt dry burger with no salt
I am a water gun that doesn't shoot as far as you thought

Iiiii am everything unfortunate
I am the little thing that has to annoy you

I am the pebble in your shoe
I am a forgotten password
I am physics

I am a low quality image
 Mar 2016 Ariel Baptista
oakley
she sensed a venom in her blood
slowly killing her heartbeat.
she knew she had to fix it.
she thought that the only way
to rid her flesh of this toxin
was to cut it out.
she tried.
she failed.
she learned to live with poisoned blood
and a dead heart.
I'm empty again
All emotions and feelings
Drained away
Leaving me empty
Its nothing new
I'm used to it now
But still it feels wrong
What should I do?
How can I make it stop?
Empty again
I hate it
But hate is just a word with no meaning
Nothing behind the words
I love you is just a thing people say
It doesn't mean anything to me
I hurt my friends because I can't understand the things they are feeling
Empty again
Again
Again
I am
Empty
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