Ari’s Mind
i wish i was good at writing songs about when i’m sad
but for some reason my mind can’t fathom reaching that grab
although she’s fond of thinking so grand,
depression is something she can’t quite cram in her notes
maybe my next album should be called “Ari’s Mind”
i never knew how complicated she was until now
although writing makes all my stars feel aligned
describing my emptiness is just something she doesn’t allow
it’s something i don’t allow
i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad
but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat
wont let me get creative with crows and darkness
but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious
billie doesn’t know how lucky she is
taylor doesn’t know how lucky she is
melanie doesn’t know how lucky she is
i wish i knew how lucky this is
at least i can write below sea level
if insurmountable words count as credible
although this poem deems debatable
maybe to some it could be relatable
i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad
but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat
wont let me get creative with crows and darkness
but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious
26 letters are in the english alphabet
over a million words in the language
and still in my brain i would bet
i can’t comprehend the sadness
poetry is something most don't understand
it takes a long time to build a house out of sand
but if you sit with your thoughts and get deep
then maybe you’d believe the poet’s dream
i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad
but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat
wont let me get creative with crows and darkness
but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
Ari’s Mind
i wish i was good at writing songs about when i’m sad
but for some reason my mind can’t fathom reaching that grab
although she’s fond of thinking so grand,
depression is something she can’t quite cram in her notes
maybe my next album should be called “Ari’s Mind”
i never knew how complicated she was until now
although writing makes all my stars feel aligned
describing my emptiness is just something she doesn’t allow
it’s something i don’t allow
i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad
but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat
wont let me get creative with crows and darkness
but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious
billie doesn’t know how lucky she is
taylor doesn’t know how lucky she is
melanie doesn’t know how lucky she is
i wish i knew how lucky this is
at least i can write below sea level
if insurmountable words count as credible
although this poem deems debatable
maybe to some it could be relatable
i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad
but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat
wont let me get creative with crows and darkness
but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious
26 letters are in the english alphabet
over a million words in the language
and still in my brain i would bet
i can’t comprehend the sadness
poetry is something most don't understand
it takes a long time to build a house out of sand
but if you sit with your thoughts and get deep
then maybe you’d believe the poet’s dream
i wish i was an artist who can write while their sad
but my phantom traps my pen to stay sat
wont let me get creative with crows and darkness
but every emotion is art, my brain won’t stay conscious