ArianaRusso

ArianaRusso Jun 2014

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I feel as though my time is fading fast
dispersing in the air like the smoke of a cigarette
which rests out her crimson painted colored lips

Grandfather clocks hands grow tired from the constant
ticking of pointless bogus

Impulsive eyes and cracked smile bonded with band aids
and scars that will never fade the last blade my sight has laid upon
pressed firmly on the film of my skin
the ruby juice flows like a stream
going out like a light
the birds chirped and flowers bloomed
John Lennon rose from the grave and sang
“imagine”
and the world did live as one because i was none.

ArianaRusso Jun 2014

I don't want to be sad

Constant sorrow, so sweet how you borrow my time
you take my chime
wash away my gladness and leave me with unhappiness.

ArianaRusso May 2014

Father

F** is for friendly you are to everyone
A wrong turn you fell and scraped your knees ******-cracked your skull, you managed to mend,sew, and bend yourself back to place
T turning different colors like your favorite reptile, once lover found you vile, your children are starting to see past that cracked smile
H hearty you were when i was young, when you were sick i let you slung
E every time i was down you made sure i was wearing a crown, you left me hanging even
R remembering the times when you were my father and i was your daughter
you left me in this dump, promised you’d be here
letting me down for almost a year

ArianaRusso May 2014

how high the sky

Twinkle, twinkle great big sky
I tend to wonder how you got so high;

Was it *****, mescaline or shrooms?
Maybe that’s how the flowers began to bloom

Shooting up ****** in your veins
the roots changed colors and that’s how trees became

Twinkle, twinkle, great big sky
Inquire if the truths a lie.

ArianaRusso May 2014

waiting for the day

Slipping through my hands
time in sand
my weary dreary eyes
connect the dots of lies
the tears i've cried over the years gather up into my heart
no one can handle my watery love
why is that what mostly i have been thinking of
it’s unusual when radically i was content with being alone
in nothing flat i never want to be at home
anticipating the time to come when being alone has shown gratification.

ArianaRusso May 2014

shipswrecks

shipwrecks on the sea
the bermuda triangle
as far as the eye can see
salt city in our view
the ocean is mysterious as well as you
the sky turns a dark dour hue
crash bang boom
the tide, the waves hit against the ships wooden exterior
acerbic impact like the taste of sea water left on my tongue from the oceans kiss
time warps
delusion and confusion
“where are we?”
the captain inquires heretofore we were sailing to shore
“who are we?”
vortex vorticose
we sink
feast one’s eyes at the watery waste above us
The taste of that brackish kiss once again
submerging my lungs, the sea is deadly.