ari [elle’s vrsn 🩵] [semi ia]’s Comments (group member since Dec 09, 2024)

ari [elle’s vrsn 🩵] [semi ia]’s comments from the poetryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy group.

what are you doing here damon 🤠🤧

nah ily more

dangggg that was pulling my heartstrings

mia cara 🥹💕
ilysm

oh my gosh rosie! that’s amazing i love it 🙀😳🫣🤭💕

rosieeee

i feel the these walls that should bring me shelter only echo my pain line on a whole other level

Broken blade, broken girl.
Broken thoughts left to unfurl.
Shattered windows, shattered soul.
Shattered pieces, never to be whole.
One word was all it took.
Her hands, on the paper, shook.
One word dancing in her eyes,
chasing away all the doubts and lies.
One word making tears well.
One word making her heart swell.
One word to finally change her mind,
One word that changed it just in time.

— Ariyana M. Eldridge

@sophie 😭🤠😅

quiet your mind, quiet your soul,
quiet your heart, don’t let your feelings show.
sit up straight, don’t be a bother.
only then will you be a good daughter.
don’t look sullen, don’t look pale,
try to attract a nice, wealthy male.
take an inch, give a mile.
then you’ll be the perfect child.
don’t talk back, don’t even think,
don’t let them know you’re on the brink.
be mindful of the world we know,
yet speak your mind, and tensions grow.
wallow less, smile more
don’t forget to do your chores.
polite laughter, demure portions,
keep up with the mental contortion.
all they want is a skinny bride,
until then you bide your time.
be the best one you can be.
none of this is really me.
cardboard cutout, originality,
how can you expect both of me?
do all this, have all that,
keep your stomach nice and flat.
do the dishes, sweep the floor.
don’t complain or you’ll have more.
cook the dinner, bake the bread,
careful, dear, you’re turning red.
big boobs, full hips,
nice and luscious, upturned lips.
boyish figure, skin and bones,
all these attributes you must hone.
all the contradictory,
foolish things you want from me.
tie the corset nice and tight,
breathing’s overrated, right?
keep your face done in a smile.
women aren’t supposed to have guile.
again and again, the rules are driven,
get it through your skull, this should be a given.
forget about all the romantics,
there’s no time in this game of acrobatics.
all to be the perfect daughter.
another cow lined up for slaughter.
it’s not me you have signed the warrant for,
but all the individuality i once had before.

NEVER SELL YOURSELF SHORT BEST FRIEND OR SO HELP ME-

the same is true for like every poet 🫠

wow ray! i love them!!!

this has a rhyme pattern of abab-cdcd-ee
that i ALSO also just wrote 😭

dysfunctional home,
dysfunctional girl.
left alone to roam
through dangerous thoughts that makes her toes curl.
she tried and tried,
but in the end it was never enough.
up until the day she died,
it was always, “tough luck.”
could things have ended better for the misfortunate,
if everyone wasn’t so indifferent?

also just wrote this one

hide it away
down in the dark where my demons play
push it aside
if i ignore it, it wont be a lie
when i tell them, “i’m fine”
they’re used to the same old line,
so they won’t suspect a deception.
maybe all this pain is merely a misconception?
can i fool myself into thinking i’m all right?
that the thoughts don’t keep me up at night?
if i say i’m better, can i pretend it away?
like maybe if i believe it’s gone, it’ll packing its bags and no longer stay.
if i keep lying to myself, will i start believing it?
or will i search for help and keep on not receiving it?

just wrote this oneeee

sometimes i wonder how i lived to be fifteen,
how my life hasn’t faded away like all my hopes and dreams.
sometimes i wonder if all i’ll know is pain,
it’s stays and stays and stays, like the impending threat of rain.
“she’s so beautiful,” they say and think they mean.
little do they know, i’m not yet two months clean.
struggling to push back against my weary soul,
stumbling, can’t stand, like a newborn foal.
“it’s over, it’s over, it’s over!
duck and run for cover!”
cause my life is a bombshell, bound to explode.
maybe a knife will help to lighten my load.

@liz tyyy!! ngl i wrote all the strike out ones right after i finished shatter me so that probably influenced the insane repetition and the cross outs 🤧

fr tho 😭🔫

this one actually rhymes for once 😂

there are needles in my throat
tears in my eyes
as i stare at the words i wrote
pain in my chest
as i look at all the lies
i want to stop breathing
if i do that, they can’t stop my leaving
no one can hear my pain
fake a smile
fake a smile
hide the pain and it’ll be worth your while
no one can see how much i’m hurting
cut the skin
cut the skin
i stare at the knife, ignoring the yearning
i deserve to bleed
i stare at the knife, knowing where it will lead
there’s nothing
nothing
nothing
i am nothing
i don’t deserve to be something
make someone smile
make someone smile
then they’ll never know
how much you bleed when the lights are low
even though you’re only a child
fake a smile
fake a smile
im as happy as can be
fake a smile
fake a smile
no one can see
cut the skin
cut the skin
bleed bleed bleed
pain, pain
go away
don’t came back
stay away
bleed bleed bleed
then maybe i don’t have to come back
maybe the pain won’t come back
if i let myself bleed bleed bleed