z

Young Writers Society


Ari's Poetry Cove



User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Thu Apr 20, 2023 4:21 pm
View Likes
Ari11 says...



Poem #9:

Your tongue is like a spear
Carving words into my skin
They sting.

Blood trails from my wrists
Red
That's your favorite color, right?
Seems like it
Since you make me show it so often.
  





User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Thu Apr 20, 2023 4:40 pm
View Likes
Ari11 says...



#10:

Poems.
They're amazing, aren't they?
Threads of syllables spun together
Into a fabric of emotion
A tapestry
Embroidered with joy,
greif
pain
beauty.
Impossible things become reality
Planets warp and change
Just with the power
Of a few
short
words.
  





User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Fri Apr 21, 2023 9:52 pm
View Likes
Ari11 says...



Poem #11(dedicated to my girlfriend):


I'm a bottled ocean
A shattered butterfly
A rainbow trapped in a bag.

I'm a broken jar
A chipped ruler
A toaster that takes your bread
and gives you nothing in return
But ashes

Your love is inexplicable
Like a spark that catches fire
On a rock
Unexplainable
Virtually impossible
Yet the flame grows
And it stays
And, to my confusion, won't let go
Even when my ocean rages
And my wings flutter
And my colors spill all over the floor.
You're there.

I owe you my life.
  





User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Sat Apr 22, 2023 4:18 am
View Likes
Ari11 says...



Poem #12:

Butterflies in your stomach
A fuzzy feeling in your brain
Warmth in your chest
Sweaty palms and the red face of shame

All of these descriptions
That I so often hear
I can do them on command
Why? It's not really clear
Am I feeling anything? Or is this artificial?
Is this a construct of my brain?
Or something beneficial?

I really don't know, at this point
It's much less clear than crystal
I guess this is just what it means
To be asexual.
  





User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Sat Apr 22, 2023 5:18 am
View Likes
Ari11 says...



Poem #13:

Three dimensions
Flat on each side
The same, solid red
Across every surface.
Covered in fine dust
That carries the scent of constructions past
The oil dripping from the hydraulics
The dirt kicked up by dozens of hurried boots
The cement mixed to spread across every crimson valley

My dimensions spread like ribbons
Fluttering across time and space
My sides are infinite and rounded
Hard to distinguish from one another
And my colors are vibrant
More beautiful and terrible than anything you can comprehend.
My skin is bathed in glitter
Blinding like the sun
Combined with the sharp smell of bleach
And empty closets.
There is no cement to fill my cracks, only blood

Because a brick is simple

I am not.
  





User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Mon Apr 24, 2023 4:45 pm
View Likes
Ari11 says...



Poem #14(this was supposed to be for Earth Day #earthdaychallenge but I'm sloww):

Round canvas
Blue paint
Green splotches
Left by a sponge.
The tiny brush, dipped in white
Sculpts the clouds
Storms
But from here they look like cottonballs.
  





User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Tue Apr 25, 2023 4:25 pm
View Likes
Ari11 says...



Poem #15:

My brain is purple
But sometimes, it's pink
And wavy
Like spraypaint on the surface of a lake
Surging this way and that
Colors mixing like oil and water
Separated by an invisible barrier.
The pink splashes inside my skull
Marbling the bone, white and rose
Like flowers blooming inside my head.
It's beautiful, but
I'd like to be purple again.
  





User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Thu Apr 27, 2023 4:05 pm
View Likes
Ari11 says...



Poem #16:

Your hair
Long, wavy and dark
Stained black with self-loathing.
Your eyes
Kind and chocolate-brown
Molded out of loneliness.
Your skin
Perfect and warm
Tanned in the sun of frustration.
Your bones
Clean and white
Carved from the wood of the anger tree.
Your flesh
Shaped from the ooze of thoughts
That break through my skull
And stain my shirt
Red.
You are the picture of my condition
A portrait of my pain.
  





User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Thu Apr 27, 2023 11:58 pm
View Likes
Ari11 says...



Poem #17:

Soft boy
Brown hair
Lots of hats.
We met in PE class
When there was that lockdown and we were stuck together
For hours.
You carried me on your shoulders
I laughed and waved my arms in the air.

One month
We talked every day
You greeted me with a hug
I always felt like I pulled away too fast
I don't like hugs
But I accepted them from you.

I didn't realize
Until one day
When you presented me your love on a silver platter
I'd never thought of you like that
But my starving Grinch heart couldn't resist
I gobbled you up

And then
You were an empty shell
And I didn't realize
What I had done

I still see you in the hallways
You look much different than you did then.
  





User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Fri Apr 28, 2023 12:27 am
View Likes
Ari11 says...



Poem #18

Nobody ever told me that I was worthless.
My parents always showed me the opposite of hate.
I've never been at a loss for friends
But still
When I look in the mirror
All I see
Is someone I despise
Staring back at me.

Her wide blue eyes
Filled with evil
Wavy brown hair
Twisted with loathing
Those stupid crooked teeth
That needed years of braces
And still aren't straight
That weird splash of freckles
That only covers one side of her face
Her pink lips, always dry and cracked
Her long fingers, constantly twitching
Like caged rats
Her body
Skinny in all the wrong places
And wide in all the others.

I hate her.
I hate her so much.
But others tell me she's beautiful
Others tell me she's smart, and talented, and got a future
But all I see
Is a worthless little girl
That should've died of pneumonia
All those years ago.
  





User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Fri Apr 28, 2023 4:03 pm
View Likes
Ari11 says...



Poem #19:

I went all my life
Thinking I knew who I was
And then I met you

I don't know anymore.
  





User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Fri Apr 28, 2023 4:28 pm
View Likes
Ari11 says...



Poem #20:

My purple brain
Can't distinguish a painting from reality
An image of water versus the real thing
A thought opposed to actual perception
It can't distinguish subjective from objective
It can't tell fake from real.
I'm a lump of clay
Soft and malleable
Molded by the hands of the people around me.
The clay has no opinions
It just sits there, politely
Waiting for someone to sculpt it
Into what they want it to be.
What am I
But a projection of other's desires?
  





User avatar
455 Reviews



Gender: Other
Points: 22098
Reviews: 455
Sun Apr 30, 2023 2:53 pm
View Likes
Hijinks says...



Spoiler! :
Hey Ari! You've done a fabulous job with NaPo so far! <3

#12 is so painfully relatable as someone on the ace spectrum. Sometimes it really does feel like any attraction I experience is just me replicating what I've heard I'm supposed to experience, and it can be very frustrating trying to figure out what (if any of it) is actually genuine. You capture that in words very effectively!

I love the unexpected perspective you take in #14.
But from here they look like cottonballs.

^ This last line leaves me wondering who the viewer is and where they are. An astronaut? a god? an alien? something else entirely? Although, on the other hand, the entire poem is giving me strong Bob Ross vibes (which is such a good thing).
When you're faced with something you don't understand, I think the most natural thing but also least interesting thing you can be is afraid.

-- Hank Green

they/them
(previously whatchamacallit and Seirre)
  





User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Fri May 05, 2023 6:23 pm
View Likes
Ari11 says...



I'm just gonna post a few more poems as I feel like it because I have BaGgAgE.
I hope that's okay.

Vampire

My broken heart
Oozes black
Into the mouth of the beast
Luring it closer, closer
until
The jaws snap shut
And my heart is gone
Replaced with a void
Slowly filling with blood
As it pulls in the visible parts of me
So that when I look in the mirror
I see nothing.

The pictures of me are blank, too
All because of the vampiric beast
That ate the last remains
Of my humanity.
  





User avatar
52 Reviews



Gender: Male
Points: 27
Reviews: 52
Fri May 05, 2023 6:29 pm
View Likes
Ari11 says...



The Backwards Leprechaun

Sometimes my purple brain
Gets overwhelmed
With all the colors of the rainbow.
And when that happens
The colors pool
In my eyes
And they swirl
And shimmer
And break free
Flowing out of all four eyes
Covering my face in
Blood
Sunset
Dandelions
Grass
Ocean waves
Butterfly wings

And when I'm done crying
I look like an old-timey photo
Black-and-white
And still.

Until the saturation comes back
Rinse my face and repeat.
  








I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use".
— Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear