Ariel Leigh: Favorites

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

Lauren Christina Pearson

Every night I try to press myself
into the pages of my favorite book,
and every night I realize that the spine
is too weak to hold onto all the extra vowels.

So instead,
I tear out every single page.
I fold them into paper airplanes,
each with my lip stain on the wing,
and I scatter them in your yard.
I watch every one glide and soar
until it crashes, even after I've
woken the neighbors. Even after
your parents have called the police.
Even after you stand in front of me,
so close that all I can do is crush them
against your chest.

Edited QUITE A BIT

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

Lately

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

Kissesforsilverscreens

Lately

Lately
Lately I haven't found the right words to tell you.
I want to tell you of the goodnight kisses that bring me sweet dreams.
The rhythmic goodbyes that go for a walk along the contours of my skin.

Lately
Lately I haven't found the right words to tell you.
I want to tell you of my hopes and my dreams.
The way they all have one thing in common.

Lately
Lately I haven't found the words to tell you that I can't think straight.
I talk to strangers on the street and I hope you are listening.
I talk to gardens of flowers as I pass and I hope you are listening.
I cradle my pillow at night and I hope that you can feel me, with you.

Lately
Lately I've been kinda ******* myself.
See I can't seem to forgive myself for falling for you.
For jumping off the cliff of lies you so carefully laid out for me,
and falling.
You let me fall slowly as you told me that you would never hurt me.
You let me fall deeply as you held my hand the way down.

See,
Lately, I've been doing a lot of thinking
But the only thing I seem to be able to think clearly about is you.
Lately I 've come to the conclusion that you will never miss me like I miss you.
That you will never want me like I want you.
And you will never hear me like I hear you.

So this is the conclusion I've come to.
I'm gonna fall, and I'm gonna fall fast
but I'm taking you with me, even if we crash.

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

Cut Out My Tongue

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

Sub Rosa

Cut Out My Tongue

I must write a poem
symphony of synonyms
hurricane of hyperboles
mobocracy of metaphors

floodgates in my fingers
obstruct my insanity.
No monsoon of carefully selected
adjectives, nouns, verbs
storming blank parchment
running ink stores dry.

Instead I simply gawk
at the word-worthy world.
Write poems on the seams of my skin
and under my eyelids.

Engrave the secrets of my crux
in the stem of my brain.

Cut out my own tongue.
Useless in formation of my phrases,
they are inconceivable
to modern man.

You'll never see my madness untill you examine my insides
cut me open, unravel the mystery in my cold blood,
Find me dead and read my lips.
they will be stuck in a
morbid *smile

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

Marching

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

Sub Rosa

Marching

I'm getting drunk on lemonade and TV reruns
Watching my cell phone for texts
from people I pretend to like

Staring at the moon
praying one day it might shatter
a thousand shards of stolen light
cutting into my palms.

This has become my life
I sit at home and loathe my day-to-day
but once in a while
I get that little pinch

the twist in my gut that shoves me onward
on towards new ideas
towards new love.

Thats why I am here
Im waiting
Waiting for mystery
a grand adventure

Im waiting for death

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

3rd Degree Burns Feel So Magnificent.

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

Sub Rosa

3rd Degree Burns Feel So Magnificent.

I'm going to set myself ablaze.

                                                         Flare up with destruction, creation.
                                                 A whirlwind of carefully placed imagination.
                                  An inferno of memememe
                  I'm again ravaging the hillsides in a furious, hot mess.
                                     Scorching your eyes and heart with my scarred hands of charcoal
                                                            and flame.
                                                           I do it all.
                                                              I write with magma ink
                                                   and paint with gasoline.
                                            Then I burn it up.
                   My soul chasing the fruits of the Earth with a fiery vengeance
                                                     and a blackened desire for passion.
                                 I have set myself ablaze, follow me with your
                                                       kindling souls and oxygen.
                                                                                       Fuel me.
                                                                                              Feed me.

                                                 Set your life on fire.

                                        Seek those who fan your flames.

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

2 am

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

Charlie Sea

2 am

And I should be in bed,
Not wanting to sit outside.
Shivering,
Soaking,
Slipping,
Further from sleep.
Tracing questions and thoughts
In the pavement
Below me,
That I shouldn't want
Beneath my feet.

Maybe if I was walking,
Moving
Would be getting by,
Making changes,
Making up my mind.
To walk away,
Not looking out my window
With surprise at the orange lights
I think, really, they're streetlamps
Bringing people home
But, I think they're candles,
Imagining lighting each one
Different prayers-
A hope
We'll be together.

I shouldn't be waking.
I shouldn't be writing.
Even to erase the lines,
Wondering about the depths of your eyes.
Not asking for the rain,
To feel cold enough
To need any arms
Anything
Anyone,
Not just your embrace,
To keep me warm.
I shouldn't be wanting
Anything but rest, alone.

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

I'm an old soul.

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

Two Parts of a Broken Heart

I'm an old soul.

Do you ever feel like dying?
Not sinfully, I swear.
No suicide involved in this,
but life you cannot bear.
Do you ever feel like letting go?
Traveling to God.
Just leaving everything behind,
though nothing's even wrong.
My mom calls me an old soul,
I see through different eyes.
Sometimes I just feel tired,
and think that I must die.
For how will I get through every trivial day?
When I've been here before,
and everything's the same.
Don't get me wrong,
I have so many moments that I love.
I have a best friend,
could I watch her from above?
It's not that I'm sad,
that I'm depressed or anything.
Sometimes I just want to go home.
I want to get my wings.
Sometimes I have a feeling,
that maybe I'll die young.
But don't be sad if I'm gone when my life has just begun.
It's not like this is my first time,
I've been here before.
I'll stay here for a little while,
but prepare for me to soar.

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

Demons

Mar 2013 Ariel Leigh

Desert Rose

Demons

Demons lurk in the depths
Between your heart and mind
Taking over control
What’s on the inside

Scars
Cover the insanity
Coursing through your veins
Death, blood, war
Flood your brain

The demons inside hurt you
Break your soul down
You’re stronger than them
Strong enough to
Free yourself of this nightmare

Drown them all out
With the sounds of
Birds chirping
Alarms going off
Before scattered buzzes
Drive you past
INSANITY

Life peels the energy
From your decaying body
Slowly taking you away
It's taking you away
Guess that means
You're too good for this
Pathetically cruel wasteland

I wrote this for a friend of mine.
What do you think