Poetries

 

Angel

i miss you
i miss the way you loved me
it is hard to
it is hard to believe that you are gone
8 years are a lot to go through
if you would have been here
i would have been soaring through
high tides or shallow waters
you taught me everything i know today
you made me what i am today
this is for you
and all the years we've been through
3 years when i had you
and the 8 when i missed you
it was hard to believe
that you hung up to the roof
things have been so disregarded
since the day i swallowed the truth
you are no longer here to see for who i am
you are the reason i am able to be what i am
you betrayed me
you left me hanging like you hung yourself
and i miss the way you loved me
for you would've been proud to see
what i shaped into
i love you and i hope to see you someday
for all the angels who are guiding me, you are the closest to me in everyway.

Arya Ruth

A Sonnet

Broken mended pieces

You tryna fix all the reasons

Glass heart and stoned brain

Tell me why I ain't being sane

Let go, is the continuous scream

No I can't, pain doesn't make you weak

But what if you have it all wrong

Came here fixing, portraying strong

But maybe giving in is weak

Tryna understand what this heart needs

'Follow your heart', and why not the brain

Fix the damned, isn't what all the legends say?

    Still thou cannot be a beautiful symphony

    All is left is to feel shallow indecisively

-Arya Ruth

Furry Friend

Brown eyes
With hints of blue
Pearly teeth
What a wholesome scene to view
Your black nose
And your white nails
You walk on four
Covered in furry veil
Your big ears
And your small eyebrows
Your wavy tail
Your brown collar and bow
I love you
And everything about you
Everyday with you
Is always brand new!

-Arya Ruth

Cherish Me!

 

I want you to love me like a love song
Never leave me in the cold
I want you to need me like I'm where you belong
Hang on to the memories, when we grow old

I may haven't met you
And I might never will
But cherish me through
All the times, you might need some thrill

I don't know who you are
My dreams scream your name
I can only run, but so far
Until it all turns to flames

Hear me sing
For you might click on to it
We hang on to strings
Until one of us quits

For I have issues
And so do you
But you could be that prince whose
Always been the one too true

-Arya Ruth

Sully

2 different lives
At such a lavish price
I was like a puzzle
You fit me in so subtle
Helped me carved my creases
You mended all the broken pieces
Smile on my day 
All day long
One thought about you and your gaze
Takes me through the head so strong
Invisible string
Visible connection
Binding us together, more than a fling
My rep being sully, became more than perfection

-Arya Ruth

Unfinished Business

Love, why does it come with heartbreaks?
Can't it be simple and sober and everlasting?
Like everything happy and forever jamming
Love, why does it comes with conditions
Can't it be symphony to my soul?
Like the only music needed in my bones
Everything seems so simple yet so complicated
Anything you gave me yesterday became so alarming
And I commit over and over again
The same crime which was supposedly finished
But it came back,
Again.

-Arya Ruth

Grace
Fighting the storms
You make me feel like
I am the waste in your honor
Surviving the great fall
Even though you wanted my death
To be so subtle
Taming my wounds
Like the lioness within me
Loving your flaws
Like the mother to be
You disregarded my grace
Made me fall on my face
Laughed when I fell
I felt ashamed, but you left

-Arya Ruth


Time Span
Look what did it took away
Look what did it cost?
How wonders and glories in a foreign land
How worthless looks the time span
Adore, to whom?
And love is a strong word
Feelings be going beyond the truth
And thy still doesn't love what him look worth

-Arya Ruth


Mosaic Gold
You became my hiraeth
A candor expression
Ineffable, contrarian to my sully
Mosaic Gold
Muse to my soul
-Arya Ruth


Broken Hearts Hold Treasures
And I still wish my love to you
For Rumi said, broken hearts hold treasures
If I can give my gold to you
I would, without flinching a bit

-Arya Ruth


I am not yours
In the despair of darkness
When everything goes to sleep
In the end of righteousness 
Would you stand beside me?
When I am in dark
Would you be my light?
When I am not fine
Would you be my closure non denial?
When I am a deep cut
Would you tame my wounds?
If I am not yours
Would you still love me more?

-Arya Ruth


Petals of rose
Wiped up my tears
Stood up to fight all the fears
Smoking gun on my shelf
The twisted knife that you gave me for the war
My crown which has fallen to your feet
The best laid plans of mine
Turning to ash every time I stood up against you
My sorrows like the spilled wine
Beautiful to watch when I fall
My tears best, when they don't ricochet
Grace is pretty, when it's not under my name
-Arya Ruth

Sword Hearts
Two different timelines
What a fight we put up
Our swords, all aligned
Our hearts grievously injured
-Arya Ruth


Shallow to depth
My skin is shattered now
And I don't seek anything else
My rusted bones need answers to how 
Were you so shallow to the depth?
You were my sky
I thought looking up there could heal everything
You were my pride
I though feeling you would be the only thing that I need
-Arya Ruth


Stories
And ashamed
Why should I be?
When that man wasn't ashamed
To molest her against her wills
Why cant you see?
And her lover goes
Speaks crap about her
The kind of intimacy that trolled
That wasn't her intend
And oh dear lord
Why to worship you?
When your name my god,
Bring riots to the streets filled with stories about you
-Arya Ruth


Taste of revenge
Upon my death 
For who shall seek?
Taste of revenge
Why would you need?
Deserted fields to blossom some greed
Bliss of disgust till blessings bleed
Prayers can purify body
For who shall purify my heart?
You took everything for granted
Only love can purify your filthy heart
Upon my death 
For who shall seek?
Taste of revenge
Why would you need?
-Arya Ruth


My hiraeth
There is a secret in your eyes
That no one can recognize
There is that truth in your lies
That no one can crucify
There is that recklessness in your talks
That you became my hiraeth
There is that joy in your walks
Not less than any art
-Arya Ruth