Like many people, I started writing poetry in my mid-teens to express my deepest and darkest emotions in a private and controlled outlet. This not only helped to bring a form of peace to my soul, but also brought a balance to my mind.
Over time the words and feelings developed, a certain flow or rhythm emerged which should hopefully become apparent to any readers. My inner most ... more »
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Arik Fletcher Poems
alone I walk the streets at night, alone I pray to end this life, alone I am, alone I stay, alone I live, in endless strife,
A Time For Now
a time to cheer, a time to cry, a time to live, a time to die, a time to sleep, a time to wake, a time for real, a time for fake,
A Soul A-Part
Each born a mass of jaggered shards, soon scattered like so many cards, as through the years each piece is turned, and joined or to the void returned,
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Smile for me and I’ll be yours, souls entwined cross distant shores, Dream of me and I’ll be free,
Silence the anger and swallow the pride, stifle the scream and keep it inside. Focus the feelings that eat at your soul,
These shades of long forgotten dreams, in memories long ripped at the seams, Through dormant thoughts within my mind,
I am a creature of two halves, A demon of angelic wing, A siren to my fallen kin, A song for damaged souls to sing.
A Birthday Dedication
Today we greet a different sun, To shine on you all through this day, An orb of light made just for one, To keep the world going your way.
Love is not a shade of skin, Nor can it ever be a sin, It has no form nor written guide, But comes instead from deep inside.
Incomplete right from the start, An empty space within each heart, Two souls without some vital part, Forever doomed to live apart.
There he waits, against the light, A creature of the darkest night, Watching me, with long intrigue, I feel his pain, his great fatigue,
Searching for a life sublime, lost within a world of crime, few that reap though many sow, few that give though many stow.
Silhouette against the wall, Crimson lips from shadows call, Shapely curves and scented hair, Lust and longing fill the air,
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alone I walk the streets at night,
alone I pray to end this life,
alone I am, alone I stay,
alone I live, in endless strife,
alone I eat, alone I sleep,
alone I live, alone I dream,
alone I walk, alone I run,
alone I cry, alone I scream,
alone, the hole in which I lay,
alone I am, no love to send,
alone is home, alone is all,
alone I am, right to the end.