write Arielle

Life is Short

11:23pm 5/6/2012

Life is short. Run while you can.

While, your able legs can carry you. Forget other plans. Time is waning.

I know it seems like you will live forever.

Well, you can but you must still work diligently towards immortality. In short, your time has come, now! So, brace yourself, sweetie, you’re in for a voyage.

I’ll toast to your triumphs, boasting the whole way through. You must realize that self-healing is the best gift to give the world.

It’s your purpose. A toll you must give. Once you forfeit your job, an imbalance is created.

You jeopardize life’s delicate balance, creating dissention. Not to mention, you wreck your soul. This is the short nature of human life spans.

So, run, sugar cake, as fast as you can. Soon you’ll restore balance by loving yourself.

12:06am

(Source: writearielle)

The Fan

10:37pm 5/4/2012

Oh no the shit has hit the fan. The repercussions are looming over me. I’m running to keep from being submerged in the consequences of my decisions. Normally, I would suffer in silence; but my tail bed is full and my engine is tired. Now the fate of two is resting in my arms. With time bombs and obstacles, I hope I succeed. I don’t have much to lose, except you. Your place by my side makes my existence more substantive. I’d never put you in harm’s way. So, stay with me. I’ll keep you safe. I know we face some daunting trials; but we’ll get through, undoubtedly.

10:50pm

(Source: writearielle)

Clean Slate

I’m afraid I don’t know how to love you. I’ve never taken this exam before. I know the feeling inside of me. However, I’m not sure that you can see my grateful spirit within. My love, you rescued me from: broken hearts and shattered dreams. I just pray I can pay you with interest, my dear. But, I’m not sure how to go about this. In past failed relationships, love is always hard. Loving you is too easy. I want to give you all my soul. I hold back in an effort to avoid new wounds. I know your love will never fail; but my logic just won’t agree. I should like to wipe my memory clean. To, avoid constant reminders that steal my love away from you

(Source: writearielle)

The Quote

It’s quite comical really, when I was a child I never expected to get here. By here, I mean to this point in my life. Not that I’d die or anything, it just seemed so far away; at the time. Now, I don’t know what to do because I’ve reached the limit of my expectations. I have to say I’m quite disappointed in myself. By this point I was sure I’d be a self-made millionaire or a published author. Instead, I’ve done nothing I’ve planned.  Yet I am who I planned; and I suppose, that’s just fine with me. I heard a quote the other day. It read: you are who you want to be. I stopped, thought about it and had to agree. This eureka moment made me ponder who I want to be? I’ve been rolling this question around for quite some time and I’m still not sure if I’ve got the answer. However, I have a few starters. I want to be intelligent, kind, self-sacrificing, spiritual, funny, and compassionate. I’d like to be neat, strong from within, honest and a renaissance woman. I feel as if these characteristics encompass me now.  If not, I must not want to truly be me. Being something other than what’s inside intrinsically; is an odd rational to come towards. To forfeit a divine right for a human desire; is seemingly preposterous. However, for the sake of my sanity, I must believe manipulating my chemistry was necessary. I believe my slight changes to Gods creation promoted or caused positive growth in my character. There is always the chance I am completely wrong. In that case, my stupidity was, if nothing else, thrilling.

(Source: writearielle)

Music

writeArielle:

ATTENTION: From Monday, 5/7/12, till Sunday the 13th I will be featuring poetry from a poet by the name of: D Lyrics. He is amazingly talented! So, show your support or message me for more information on the featured poet, enjoy!

D. Lyrics:

I’m what u heard and caused u to stand…that note that came from a sudden thrust of wind changed by the mere thrust of a finger or a position of hand…… I’m the treble of the concrete jungle in every hood……that sound that tree made after falling in the woods that no one heard but understood….. I am that emotion that flows from every key to relieve stress from your soul to the bottom of your feet……the pitch that vibrates through each octave that breaks the barrier of innocence that blocks the knowledge…..the 8-0-8 that can keep u hostage forcing u to sit in silence just to hear and understand so at the end u can acknowledge…. I am the vocals that induce an injection of love and compassion that destroys that virus of hate…. I am the message through the melody that gave u faith……. I am something u can’t control condemn or break…. I live in all of u….so to try is useless ……for I am music

Face My Dreams

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D. Lyrics:

It would seem that I’ve met a dream
I’m just glad it’s not an illusion you know
The ones with schemes and tricks up the sleeve
I mean what I see I can’t but I have to believe
Knowing what I want and need
Finally sex isn’t the ultimate feed
watching a dream that that continues to make me believe in something that became foreign
So patient steps I’ve taken
Making truth the beginning for the dream I’m chasing
Feels like a drug I’ve been taking for something cold to warm in your gazes hold
How can I not feel the way I do how can I just sit back to long and watch this fade a dreams do
I want to live this dream and see it through
My side is stated and it would be awkward in the distance to ask where your place is
Like I don’t see something in the different faces as you do mine
So to pass the time I will read each line spoken from your eyes as on my heart they lie and hope you continue to see into mine and see the past that has brought this dream into lives perceptive eye
So with all of that said I guess I’m just trying to say….
I hope you are the dream that comes true

Four Walls

writeArielle:

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D.Lyrics:

Constantly chasing something lying to myself claiming I’m running from nothing

I mean these walls speak cause even without eyes they see and the lack of mind and mouth don’t mean they don’t remember or speak

All I hear is remember here or what about here or oh yeah remember there and oh I know you remember there

And with each spot’s stare all I can think is this shit ain’t fair not like you care though your supposed be here

I just want to burn it down and start all over again turning every memory to ember and ash especially those caught with a flash maybe then these spinning walls will stop their continuous dance

Hell they won’t give me a breathing chance taping head spinning popping locking body rocking……damn all this movement has me stopping stepping out of myself to stand to the side for watching

So maybe I’ll leave it all behind and act as if I’m blind the next time these walls try to remind

Blinded

writeArielle:

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D.Lyrics:

Heart’s Roots

Write with Your Heart

writeArielle:

I know I put my honey on a pedestal, but I don’t mind. His elevation of me keeps my thoughts high. He bought this journal for me and I can’t even write. I want my words to be perfect before the ink dries. I expect my words to personify this perfect journal. I write in cursive just to demonstrate is delicate nature. The intricate swoops of my letters start making common sense. They weave themselves into patterns, and begin to resemble lace. My wrist begins to ache; it’s all in my face. Then I remember words are silent; without a trace. Still, it’s the principal, I want beauty all around. So, I start writing more and hesitate less. My words are beautiful regardless.

Bed

writeArielle:

I can’t ever let you go. In the morning it’s the worst. You hold on to me so tight. As the sun rises you prove resistance is futile. I let you hold me captive. My mussels come to a rest. My thrashing about; left me pitifully weak. I succumb to your grasp and eventually deep sleep. Soon mid-day would have come and gone, but I won’t mind, I’m in your arms.

Black Gold

writeArielle:

His onyx skin shimmed with the majesty of black gold, as He walked beneath the fire of the sun. Surrounded by the most foul of beings, each draped in his own shade of sin. Beyond them, the masses thronged; hoping to be close to the truth, the light, the way. On every journey He was followed. Bringing to these new lands both the hope of life and the fear of change. He spoke with conviction and truth of love. The hearts of those under His voice stung with guilt till they only shone faith. Till, they turned their mind from the judgment of the world, and opened their hearts to the grace of GOD. This man of black gold pleaded for Us to realize Our awesome nature. For Us to understand We were born filthy and unworthy. We only need to submerge Ourselves in His liquid righteousness to fathom the mercy expressed toward Us, each of Us. Being submerged brings about the knowledge of Our future. That We were not only destined to be but We have a predetermined purpose. Our worth is therein highlighted, even in Our filth, GOD felt charged to map Our trail. HE sent a guide, and let us take Our own course. His faith in Our ignorance alone gives me faith in His omnipotence. So with my Guide securely set in my heart; I begin my quest. I will not stop making myself malleable to His ways.