"arabella" poems
i couldn't stop looking at this girl. i glanced down at my black leather jacket, black v-neck, ripped blue jeans, and black boots with the buckles on the side. i popped my collar and set out to find the girl i'd just found. i noticed the lights of this weird indie club i'd somehow ended up in. this music isn't normal "club" music. it's all arctic monkeys. the lyrics of these songs empowered me, i felt as though i had to continue my search for this soul. despite the darkness, i slid on my aviators to protect myself from those blinding lights, and also to give me a hint of mysteriousness. girls love that.
and then there she was.
sipping on what appeared to be a bottle of coke, but i couldn't tell because of the ******* sunglasses i was wearing. she was standing laughing with one of her friends. she had such a different aura to her. i couldn't help but watch as she pulled out one of her organic cigarettes.
"i wanna make her mine." i thought to myself.
the lights reflected off the sweat on the walls as i tried to keep my cool, strutting my way over to her, hoping to get her eyes to lock onto mine. from what i finally saw of her in plain sight, she had love in her eyes and perfect lighting over her; like a camera plus filter. she took drags of that cigarette like some kind of goddess, causing me to get weak at the knees and form a lump in my throat, which i soon managed to somehow swallow. i had to find out who she was. i wanted her more than i'd ever wanted anything, or at least so i recall. i played out the scene in my head - we'd dance, and numerous guys would approach her. it was hard not to. i'd overpower them. "she's with me.", i'd say cooly.
i didn't realize all this fantasizing about my mystery girl had taken me so little time, because by the time i was finished my train of thought, i was standing right in front of her. god, i wanted her so bad. i swear, if i looked at her long enough, she'd steal my soul. the love in her eyes was contradicted by the incredibly **** sparkle in her iris.
"hello there beautiful. you seem to be having a lovely time. you're absolutely breathtaking, i'm forced to believe you are a certified mind blower. what's your name, milady?"
with a turn of her head, a bat of her lashes, and a flash of her perfect smile, she answered me in the most angelic voice i've ever heard.
"arabella."
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
You people never took me seriously
For you, I was just a problem child
Who needed to be molded
According to your whims and fancies
You never saw me as an individual
Who has his own thoughts, feelings and emotions
My opinions never mattered to you
You wanted me to improve my verbal communication
As well as my body language
But you never even tried to understand me properly
It never occurred to you
That there is a reason why I am different
Or even if it did, you never truly cared
What bothered me the most, though
Was the fact
That you believed you were acting in my best interests
Of course, it was my mistake
Not to leave this accursed country
While I had the chance
And seek my fortunes elsewhere
A mistake I may probably regret
For the rest of my life
Anyway, as Arabella Figg once said
"There's no good crying over spilt potion"
I was a fool to listen to you
But I have progressed in life
Far more than you would've expected me
And not because of you
But in spite of you
Well, I would love to meet you one of these days
And prove to you
That verbal communication is overrated
Just like you yourselves are
We autistic people can do equally well, if not better
As compared to you neurotypicals
Who are obsessed with correcting others
Well, please look into the mirror
And just leave us alone
Worse than an enemy, is an NT with a saviour complex
Well, we can see right through you
You may think you are being kind and empathetic
However, in reality, you are just a bunch of condescending wankers
Who believe they are always right
Well, there is nothing wrong in having your own views
Just try not to force them down our throats
I will end on this note
Autistic people are human beings too
It is time you learned to appreciate that
Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023 at 12:37 AM UTC
It’s Sunday.
You are collecting rhododendrons
from the front garden with kitchen scissors.
I’m searching for ladybirds–
a new population has sprouted
and each flowerbed crawls
with scarlet beads.
I block their path
with an outstretched palm,
and when they climb aboard
they tickle a spiral around my arms.
we have built them a paradise,
a shoe-box of beetle dreams.
Our favourite is Arabella, who
has one spot out of place,
but we think it makes her more beautiful.
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 5:55 PM UTC
Arabella,
let's lose ourselves together,
let us walk into the desert,
eyes in hand,
hand in yours,
until dawn come forth
and new on the
Red razors edge;
let the bleeding sun sever
Sights once seen
greeting the eagles of
The sky--
Greeting the mirages
Of the sun’s flaring eye,
Quenching our thirst on
The grainy sand below; may
We Become intimate with
The wind
heeding its fables of all our
Wrongs and dead-ends; hearing
It present to the infinite plane
of our thought;
May the sun wear our
Skin warm,
Letting vulture's swoop down
To lay us in bed for life
Beginning to dry by the
dusk of night, with the
friend of time in our core
Arabella,
We would no longer be found,
bound to this ground forevermore,
Waiting
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
sure I'd **** you
if you want to
but conditions apply
there's a list of reasons why
you may deny my acceptance
1. turn off the lights
I feel safer under the shelter
of a night sky illusion
where your hands are guides
to the lines of my body
and you're too distracted to draw conclusions
about the fact that i gained ten pounds
it sounds like I want to hide from you
but in truth it's not you
it's the curves of my stomach
the stretch marks on my legs
only the light can reveal my disfigured shape
2. don't leave hickey's on my neck
my skin is a blank canvas
yet to be burdened with bruises
so there are no excuses
for leaving them where eyes roam
you don't have to be gentle
I don't mind coming home
and seeing your art work
but I don't want to have to explain
it will **** the beauty
when everyone can see
what somebody else could do to me
3. don't make promises you won't keep
don't decide to hold me
and tell me you love me
I accept your arms around my shoulders
I will not listen to your words
murmurs of nothing mean nothing to me
and I find it hard to believe
another girl won't fill the space
in the bed I'd once been
if it isn't forever
then let's not pretend
i'd much rather love you
and say you're a friend
4. play records in the back
I don't want to hear silence
or the sound of our movement
anything but nothing
would be an improvement
the whine of a vocalist hitting my ears
is the only thing that may keep me sane
I can never think straight
this strain on my brain can only be tamed
by the gentle noise
of Arabella in my head
If I can only hear your labored breaths
i will never feel relaxed
when I'm in your bed
5. don't do it again
I know the game
I'm willing to play
but I will not succumb twice
my heart may break the next day
when I realize your phone call
got lost in the mail
so I have to cut ties
because I'm not dumb
I mean nothing more
than any girl you had before
you see I do not pretend
that you love me
I know that tomorrow is the end
so do not ask me to come back
because I will
don't attack my heart with hope
when none remains
agree and i'll **** you
if you still desire
true it seems strange
what I ask is required
I don't think it's too needy
just five simple tasks
but if it's too much
forget that I asked
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 4:48 AM UTC
I've realised how difficult it is to see when you're not there
When you don't shine with a smile that blows people away
When they yell and scream so loud I can't stay with them
When all I want to do is slip away
And fix myself
I've realised how difficult it is to smile when you're not there
When you can't laugh at stupid things that aren't funny
When they giggle amongst themselves about boys I don't know
When all I want to do is sleep
And forget myself
I've realised how difficult it is to breathe when you're not there
When you can't block out the people with your marginally carefree attitude
When they poke and **** my consciousness without even realising
When all I want to do is jump
And lose myself
Finally
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
My lips pursed by the power of Albus
as abuse lies dormant under my nose.
Oh how I wish I could be unbridled.
Oh how I wish I could just take a stand.
For now I'll sit in my matchstick palace,
I see the thorns, and I'll offer the rose.
Curse those soul-suckers while I sit idle.
Not Dementors, but family plagues this land.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
WEIGH ANCHOR!
LOWER THE SAILS!
It's time! It's TIME,
We leave for the day!
So long, Tortuga!
We'll be back, in a while.
But for now, its the sea,
For my crew and I.
The sun is setting,
We'll follow the stars.
Another journey,
Breaking from our bars.
The warmth that we have,
Our ship, our Family.
The 'Arabella' sails out,
To the Hearth of the sea.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
"where did it go?"
one half said,
"it ran away with the fairies"
the other spoke.
I giggled at the two,
for the halves are my brain, aren't you like this too?
The voices swimming ever since I was five,
they are the very reason why I feel so alive.
They're coated in black,
their eyes a thick red,
I don't know where they came from but they're living in my head.
"Arabella my dear. why so sad"
its not my fault,
Its the voices dad.
They beat me and hurt me,
tear me into two,
tell me all the good things about dying too.
I love my little voices but wouldn't it be great,
if one day I woke up to find that they had gone?
But they have returned after a month and boy aren't they glad,
for they love to see me,
to see me sad.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
Dear person I hate,
You must have done something horrible if I hate you because there aren't many I hate.
I may be annoyed at you right now and hate you but I never hate someone for the rest of my life
I always forgive people. It is a flaw I have.
You only live once so why hold a grudge.
But you must work with me. If I turn away at first let me cool down
Time will settle things
I know that. And if I truly don't forgive you
That means you have ******* up because as much as I try to keep people in my life
If I see it won't work i will stop chasing.
So dear person I hate. Just give me time. I'll come around.
Sincerely,
Arabella
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC