Ariel

Oh Ariel. This poem is a mess, but it makes sense so much. To me. This piece is about rediscovering parts of ourselves that we left behind because they were deemed inappropriate by society, culture or someone else. I tried capturing my return to my hometown for a celebration. I used to get anxious whenever I had to do that, but this was the first time that I was on the plane actually being excited to see my family and friends. And I had this everlasting certitude and understanding of my past as a whole. I was right from the get-go, and no one can take that away anymore.

Be like water.

Written somewhere above the clouds in Europe, 2023

Scales. Glacier melting 

Down to nothing - daddy’s

Not here - he only did his job

And went on with his life

That’s what I thought. I know

It was not. Empires falling

To pie crust crumbles as 

Strangers stare their questions

I sit with shards stained with

Sad blood and I look great.

Very romantic but the battery 

Was dying, almost stopping my music

Raise up some offering it better

Be good. Bully and shame anyone

Other than you, hoping to erase

That fireless dark pit no one sees into

It turns out my world was the real one

Getting contaminated by todays 

Philistine murmur. There something

I can’t wrap my mind around?

Why is it good controlling the crowd?

Making what, a fish out of a pillar,

Out of a shifting demiurge, of a 

Powerful angel, who wants to be a dupe

I was Ariel for 10 years. No more 

Unwanted whispers please! 

May you seize this vicious drain,

That for now, no one claimed 

I did what the hanged man did.

A camel so soaked up with armor

Morphing into a whale in poison

Ridden thick water.

I bow my head in front of the newly

Wed couple. He is an alcoholic and

She is scared of being alone.

Wish you a happy and true life 

Where you’ve been told what to do.

A step by step folder with pussybow,

Glitter canon and they cheer you

All along. The bride is for sale!

Mixed nuts. Not the average though.

They all know how to die an ideology for.

It’s funny how life works, isn’t it? 

You used to be ugly and now you are great!

- A

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