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Valeria Ariza Nov 2016
I was happy.

I was happy,
Until I wasn’t.
I fell from grace to the dark depths of hell.

A hell I don’t believe in
Until I find myself there
Cold, hyperventilating
Gasping for air.

Desperately trying to believe in a god who will save me,
Save me from myself.
Save me from the delusions and insanity,
Save me from the self destruction that I love so much.
Save me from the self destruction that I love so much.

Happiness is fleeting

But why, God, *why?
Valeria Ariza Nov 2016
Out there the world is freezing and you're all alone.
The silent whispers of dying firewood, and the howling of the wolves haunt your troubled sleep.
Eyes blood red, tossing and turning in your bed,
pretty colors and savage voices soaring in your head,
you burn, burn, burn , a salvaged wreck.

With passion no doubt, a flaming torch does reside within, powering through your weakness. Your hungry eyes and starry mind can't keep you from touching suns as bright as white as your soul.
You sacrifice for altruism, nobody cares.
You fight for peace , they all wreak havoc.
They say forget it grow up. They invalidate your pain your suffering.
Yet You still stand. With broken legs and bleeding eyes you stand.
Almighty are the oaks that look to you for answers.
All doubting are the ones that believe your truth.
But you still standing sway.
Because nobody sees your freezing lips and trembling fingers,
nobody hears your screaming heart.
You stand in the midst of great shadows and desperately need a hand.
Te amo te amo it resonates in your ears
te quiero, te odio feeding off of your fears, so you jump, and you skip, and your madness spins, and again, and again,
the Devil wins.
feeling your mind slip.
Valeria Ariza Oct 2016
At long last, the world is rich in oxygen
The leaves greener than your greed overpowering.
There are rhythms in the people's steps and music playing to the swing of their hips.


Great burdens slide off my shoulders, snowflakes falling from my winter coat colliding with the earth disintegrating forever.
It's over.


I write myself love letters, I write to the girl who still stands, for she, she saved me. I fight for her. For the little girl who dreamed of today, for the little girl who's stuck in yesterday.
But It's over.


Chin held high I glide through the room, I no longer feel  paralyzed.
Arms outstretched I kiss to my heart's content!
My ink stained tongue tastes like hope,
Speaking truth and painting stories of greatness, forgiveness, peace. I drone on.
Because it's over.
It’s finally over, my god.
At last,
I'm free.
Valeria Ariza Oct 2016
Sweet on my tongue, is the word.
Euphoria an understatement.
I can see again.
I can breathe again.
I can feel the fire again.
Soulless no longer.


I can hear the stars twinkling
I dream of the power of the human brain,
And I feel excited.
I feel excited to live, and to learn.
I am eager for life!
More!
I want more!


It's like waking up from a bad dream.
Like the earthquake has subsided.
The volcanic eruption, catastrophic for being dormant for so long,
So devastating.
But with lava comes new ground, I stand, on new ground.


Pure new beginning.
I've waited all my life for this.
A chance.
A chance to live.


I yearned for life.
I dreamed of a silent heart.
I stumbled and stumbled and fell down.
I fell.
Deep inside the darkest corners of my mind,
I gave up.
I gave up on fighting
And that was tragically beautiful.


Sharp was the thought of insanity.
The cold silver claw thrilling, intoxicating.
The dullness in my eyes, frightening.
I feared for my future.


And so I said "help me".
And she saved me.
When I wanted to drown with intention. My mind said One last stretch till you reach the shore.
Keep fighting just a little longer.
And I saved me.
Thank you.


Welcome whispers life, welcome.
On this new frontier the possibilities, a vast and chaotic ocean.
How fascinating this thing of life.
How exciting.
I wrote this coming out of a depressive episode going into a mania, However, It was representative of the new era of life I was entering. A time after my abuser. An era of growth and advancement and new found self love. an era of peace, of a silent heart.
Valeria Ariza Oct 2016
She parts her lips allowing the smoke to pour in,
It kisses the walls of her hyperventilating lungs whispering "all will be fine"


Her cold gray eyes, tired of they see, set on the ground never to rise .
Her silver gold watch ticking, casting each second into the past, weighs down her wrist, so that she keeps them by her sides forgetting how to wave them in defiance.


The smoke continues to fill her chest.


Her broken fingernails claw at her imaginary frights drawing blood from her skin and strength from her heart.
She shoots every poisonous word ever sung to her into her veins,
Every toxic thought ever swallowed runs down her throat,
And the smoke still enters.


Remembering every ugly slur, her gaze is torn from safety, leaving her fixed on her withering reflection, forever to see only pain she has endured, forever to see my eyes staring  back.


I sing loving melodies to the silver bullets before loading my pistol of strength, I hum tunes for the fallen and bow my head for those brave enough to love her.
I reassure her past the pain will end and condemn every ******* that hurt her.


she smiles  at me as I pull the trigger,
As she descends into the dirt,
all the smoke rises from her lungs whispering "all will be fine"
And she sighs "I know.”
Valeria Ariza Oct 2016
Liking you
Had sent me to the depths of madness.
It was when I realized this, that I felt completely sane.
Now it's midnight.
I'm writing to friends, we catch up, and laugh together.
Genuine laughter.
And I don't think of you.
These are moments of peace.
When you're not roaming the halls of my brain
Shaking the delicate equilibrium of moods.
These are moments I can breathe.
These are moments of a silent heart, and dry cheeks.
These are moments that end too quickly.
Because my heart floods with sadness when I think of your horrid beauty
Because I can't bring myself to walk away
Because you love someone else.
Because you love someone else.
Because you love someone else.
Because I can’t be that someone else,
I'm sorry ,
I know you won't care,
But,
goodbye.
Valeria Ariza Oct 2016
In the beautiful sun I breathe, I breathe in the toxins of this horrid pleasure,
knowing it will **** me. knowing I’m not this person, I inhale.
My lungs curse me, my heart breaks.
I relish in this self destruction.
Im hurting.
Im hurting.
Im hurt.
Why, I ask.
Why have I become this way.
Why have I become this person.
Who suffers in silence but can no longer contain it.
My blood runs down my face for all to see.
No one sees.
In all my life I’ve never felt so low.
How do I climb out?
Will I ever?
Why is it so hard to be happy.
How can I reverse the damage done to my heart.
When will this suffering end.
O the waves crash hard washing away my hard work, obliterating my self confidence.
Why is it that I am trying so hard to fight? why can I not just be.
I love my friends. I love my mother. I love my sister. I love my brother.
How do I accept that they love me too?
I miss myself, so full of ambition.
So full of light.
My soft supple lips kiss you lightly inhaling your toxic love
I love you.
I hate you.
My new found friends surround me, support me.
I can't lose them.
I would be devastated.
My heart would shatter into a million pieces, I'd never be able to repair every vessel.
My mind would unravel, my soul would be trapped. And I'd run back to you wrapping myself in your venom blanket.
I'd kiss you.
My lungs would curse me
I'd kiss you
And My heart would bleed
I'd kiss you
And My body would tremble
I'd kiss you
Causing the threads holding me together to tear.
Kiss.
Kiss
Kiss
I love you
*But you taste like ******* ****.
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