6/15/2019 0 Comments Lazy DaysSo I have two poems I want to share with you guys. They’re raw and very “first draft” but I’ve been absent for a while and I wanted to share with you guys so, here it is. AflameI look at you and I see the stars; I look at you and I know who we are. I know who I am with you. You make me feel strong. I know who I can be with you, You brought it out of me but it was there all along. That’s the thing about love, It’s about discovering another part of yourself. Two parts of the whole were always there, But now you need to put it together with someone else. We all need love. To be with someone better than ourselves; We crave companionship and passion that brings out the light within our souls. You set my soul aflame. You make me feel alive. And even when I die the light inside of me will always shine bright. Because of you... DestroyedMy fingers shake, As your blood coats my skin. And my bones ache, When I look at him. You told me until death do us part, Little did I know you’d be the death of me. I don’t know where to start Or how to end, I’m in this too deep. Too many people will know, The part that I’ve played in this shitshow. So now I must run, And hide from the ghosts you sent my way. You turned your back on me But I followed you anyway. I was blinded by a fool But fool me once shame on you. One day I will return And vengeance will be mine I shall watch this place burn Soon...this world will be mine. I know the poems seem random and completely unrelated to each other and it’s because they are; but I recently read something that said that sometimes, even as writers, we don’t have the right words to say the things we want to say and that’s the truth. During a time when I’m trying to scramble through the thoughts and ideas floating through my brain there’s no right way to explain my passion, no words to fully encompass every human experience or powerful emotion I feel. And even when writing fantasy poems and the world in my head is huge and full of multicolored universes, you as the reader will always picture something different and I as the writer can’t control that. But I can do my best to put it into words. So, whatever you image you paint in your mind from these poems, whatever world you create, I hope you embrace it and don’t become frustrated when you can’t put them into words. Just let the experience come and revel in it. The person next to you will understand what you mean, because, hopefully, they’ll be just as speechless as you.
Until Next Time! With love, Arianna
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