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Ari Jan 23
I'm just floating through space
And I just can't replace
The feeling that I get when I'm with you

I sigh and close my eyes
No matter what I try
My heart cannot deny my love is true

Yes we're miles apart
But honey, we see the same stars
Why you love me, I haven't a clue

I figure we're meant to be
Even though its hard to see
My feelings, you already knew
I love you

And so I'll sing your song
My words just can't be wrong
The passion we feel they can't subdue

It's best I come clean,
You're the best boy I've ever seen!
You'll get what I mean...
You always do.
Ari Sep 2018
I don't know if anyone would understand if I told them how I feel,
A clear explanation is something I long to have.
I'm hardly ever honest, especially with myself,
But I realized there is one I could anyways be honest with.

One who accepts my lies and my truth, whichever I wish to share.
One who has no expectations other than that I be myself.
One who indulges in my vices and virtues.
One who has known me all these years.

One who is there when the tears fall,
One who is there when my lips stretch into a smile.
One who is warm comfort in the frigid night,
One who soothes my burning rage with a cool kiss.

One who connects me with millions holding but a pen,
So that I never feel truly alone.
One who captures my thoughts when they slip through my fingers.
One who treasures every syllable in every word, and sentence, and line.

One who takes many forms, but in all of them is there for me.
One who treasures the power of the tongue,
Yet the only one who heard my cries when they fell silent on human ears.
One who harbors the weakness to express my emotions,
When I can't find the strength to say a word.

This is the one who is a savior to my tender heart.
Her name is Poetry.
Ari Sep 2018
to lose all my senses
is just so typically me
oops, you did it again
playing with my heart
wondering why you've done this
always from the start

you know i'm in love
i think you're sent from above
but you're not that innocent, are you?
are you really serious?
my problem is this:
i'm foolish in all the ways
and i cry during my days
wishing so many different things
all that happened,
if only i could press repeat

you know,
things just don't sit
and in the end, it doesn't matter
'cause, oops, you did it again
and you'll do it again
and again
making sure
i'm lost in the game
i fear you'll forget my name
and things will stay the same
Is it weird that a Britney Spears song is oddly inspiring?
Ari Aug 2018
oh here we go again.
same tears, same pain, same pen
writing down the words i wish i could say
to you, hoping the anger would go away
i have a feeling it won't
i give you chances to redeem, you don't
i know i should be supportive in your time of need
but when i see you with her, i fill up with greed
and i wish sometimes i wasn't as nice as i was
and that you would care more than it shows because
i want to be your friend, i really do
but sometimes i wonder what you would think
if i crushed my love, and hurt you too.
These are different words, but it feels like I'm writing the same poem again...
Ari Jul 2018
There once was a berry muffin that sat on a plate
I was ready to be fed, the muffin ready to be ate
But alas, Lucky had his eye on the prize
He lunged, canine jaws were open wide
GULP! A bittersweet vanish, it was too late!
My attempt at a limerick using a true and tragic story
Ari Jul 2018
I wish I could write
like all the grand poets do
I dream to let my words flow onto paper for all the world to read
I'm only a kid though
I'm only me
What could I accomplish?

I used to write because I was required to earn a grade
but now I write to express and relieve
I might still be motivated by a sliver of the past though
Not grades, but approval
They say all the best writers are intrinsically driven
But is it so wrong to want to belong?
to want to touch people beyond a moment's memory?
I'm not sure
I don't think I even have the skill
but will I try? yeah I will

At the end of the day
whether I write for myself or others
I'm grateful for my privilege to hold the pen in my hand
The ink will spill 'til the day I die
My thoughts will continue to be broadcasted
even if I have no inkling as to why
Ari Jul 2018
He is cigars and beer in the evenings
He is reggae one day, and rock another
He is teaching me how to make the perfect omelet

He is unashamed selfies
He is giving space but keeping safe
He is golf and basketball, the only sports I can stand

He is laughter and jokes
He is good taste in all things
He is guiding me to a brighter future

He is my father.
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