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Maybe When I'm dead
People Will know of my heart,
My fate, my words and my mind.
Maybe they'll finally care -
Finally read my words.
For my poetry is my eulogy.
Maybe when I'm dead,
People will know of my pain.
With my tears and blood
through these lines, rhymes, and stanzas -
May they see the true me.
And maybe when I'm dead,
I may finally be called a poet.
 Oct 2020 Ariana Solo
Sky
I yearn for the days
when I could pull poetry
from my brain
like a string of pearls,
shimmering opal,
so beautiful to all.

Where    have    my    pearls    gone?
 Oct 2020 Ariana Solo
RCurtis
Kiss me slow
You kiss my soul
Let the feeling linger
You have me
Wrapped around your finger
Twisted in your love
Rolled up in your attention
Don't you feel
The chemistry, the tension
I can't hold it back
Like an elastic band
It goes snap !
My love for you
Just saying...
 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
Blake
Her smile faded after the last goodbye.
She thought they would be together,
He had other plans.
He was her everything
He only wanted her for a dare.
They laughed together only to end the night in Betrayal.
 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
amelia
hangman
 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
amelia
isn’t it reassuring that a game we play as kids
can teach you that by saying the wrong thing
you can end someone’s life.
i just thought about this and wondered why it’s even a thing. it shouldn’t be.
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c r             own   I      we            ar
  c a        n  not  b e     s  e      en,
t h e   k i  n  g   d     o m     I  
    r u l e     stays      hid den;  
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  c         a       V      i     t       y
  created by my queen,
depicts   the    LOVE
 that was forbidden.
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Love is a tragedy!
 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
putiira
I want
 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
putiira
I want
to be the one your pen
and paper talk about
 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
ilias
Poetry
 Sep 2020 Ariana Solo
ilias
Poetry claimed as freedom
But with words imprisoned
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