Ariel Kay's Poems
Who Is She?
Why does this person look so perfect to everyone else?
What do I not see?
Is it the hair?
Maybe, it's her smile.
No, it can't be that.
I see her numerous times a day,
What am I missing?
How come I can only see her faults?
Or have they gotten used to them?
I look in the mirror,
And question myself time and time again,
"Who is she?"
-Ariel K.
2-3-95
Did you want to play?
I sit alone.
Visited your house,
And no one was home.
I heard your dog barking,
Your cat scratching at the door,
And your bird's secret song.

I walked back on the same road,
That a few minutes ago seemed so short.
Now it seems like a mile.
All I have now is one question alive in my mind.

Now I sit alone.
Wondering, pondering, questioning.
"Did you want to play?"
-Ariel K.
2-3-95
The Crushed Rock
Clouds come and go,
But the flowers still stay.
Seasons come and go,
But the river still flows.
The rains come and go,
But the rock still remains.

All is peaceful,
Till people come,
And tear away the flowers,
Pollute the river,
And crush the rock.
-Ariel K.
2-4-95
Thought Magazine 94-95 edition
To Be To Learn
I have a rose.
I pricked my finger upon it.
My blood flow's slowly down the stem.
As it reaches the bottom it falls in drops into a wine glass.

Will you do the same?
It will show our true love.
If you will not, maybe some other time.

You have your own glass and rose and you prick yourself the same.
How beautifully it flows on such a pretty rose.
Am I as pretty as a rose?

But of course! You only picked me!
Now I will be your creation, your creature of the night.

Show me your love.
It feels so much better.
Show me your passion.
So much more than mine,
My glass is almost full.

Will you drink mine?
Take me now! I'm ready to learn to love.
To learn passion and be your creation.
-Ariel K.
6-18-95
The Painful Dance
I cry out in pain,
yet no one hears...
no one cares, but me.
Why do I continue this painful dance?
I get hurt yet I stiffle my whimpers and smile.
Am I so hard headed?
That I won't give up a promise, unlike him.
Never does he think of me,
unless he's wanting something.
I thought this time was different, he was so pure.
But yet I'm still an object,
used as a trophy, once again.
Why does this seem so familiar?
I took the wrong steps again in this painful dance of love.
-Ariel K.
3-25-95
My Love...
I would give you my heart,
if only I could go to you,
such a little thing to ask.
With no chance of happening.
But I will wait for the day,
when I can run to your arms and say "I love you, please keep me forever."

I would give you my love,
if only I could stay with you.
I would love to be touched by you,
held by you, kissed by you.
Oh, to be in your arms,
to look in your eyes, would be divine.
-Ariel K.
4-15-97
Teach Me
Teach me your kiss,
It seems so different.
Teach me your touch
It seems so cold.
Teach me your passion,
It seems so wild.
Teach me your ways,
It seems so akward.
Teach me your death,
It seems so sensuous.
-Ariel K.
6-18-95
Statistics
Just a number?
Sometimes I feel like it.
People making statistics of you and me.
Feeling like a number.
I just don't like it.

Statistics of everything we do,
of everything we eat.
Statistics of even our dreams while we sleep.




Statistics are estimates.
How can we be estimated?
We are not all the same.
We are not to be determined.
We are not numbers.

Being analyzed, being studied
Just like the chimps in the cages.
They don't like it!
And neither do I!
-Ariel K.
4-15-97
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