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Ari Justine Poem
When can I say that my darkness has
transformed into
shattered rays of light?
Do my hands have to paint themselves
with the iridescent
colors of the stars?
Do my eyes need to glow with the warmth of the sun?
This existence has met me with
stinging pains,
suffering that makes me cry out-
to more than me.
More than what I could ever be.
Do you see me?
I hear you in everything.
I see you in every atom of your creation.
Your hands upon this earth have
imprinted themselves deeper
than I could ever show.
All I know is that
when shadows
meet light,
God, I see you.
The interwoven emotion,
the hairs standing up on end,
the surge of love
flowing through me in a way
that is uttertly
indescribable.
Your prints are branded,
they lay deep within
my soul,
they lay
deep within
this empire you have built within me.
Copyright © Ari Justine | Year Posted 2025
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Ari Justine Poem
It seems my thoughts have been
buzzing a long my skin,
a hollow being filled
with a sense of connection I had
fought for too long.
For being too much-
not enough-
always an in between within my own
conflict.
I have held hands with that inky blackness
that resides a side from my soul,
and I comfort it, I never push it away-
how could I?
Who would I be without it?
Nevertheless, it's tendrils swirl along my
cosmic essence and they blend,
into everything and nothing-
they sway me into seeing your gentle nature.
An aperture in my vision that was reserved for only you.
Your love that is so gentle it reminds
me of the cradling of a wary mother's arms around me,
a father's want to be present,
you remind me of a child who was left behind.
For that-
my love extends beyond being.
More than me,
more than I could be.
Is it deserved?
I'm not entirely sure but now,
I understand I was supposed to show you
something away from your previous existence.
and I hope the fire greets you as it did me;
burning and caressing.
Copyright © Ari Justine | Year Posted 2025
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Ari Justine Poem
Resilient I am,
to be here,
to stand as tall as a sunflower.
I can hear the cacophony of cicadas outside my window sing with me through my grief.
Their trill reminds of blooming chances.
As sunlight slips through,
rays of gold ripple over my skin like a whisper of comfort,
their warmth sinking into my bones-
a sweetness in the air, faint as the scent of honeysuckle carried by the breeze.
Filling me with its glow, I sit still, as if I moved an inch it would be gone.
How glorious is it to feel every single thing to its peak?
Every memory that lies in my mind,
it is a song that dances through my body, like the tune of a sorrowful violin reverberating within my soul.
Resilient, I am, to stand upon
this ground,
its cool earth pressing against my soles,
unyielding beneath my
trembling weight--
though I ache for its embrace,
to let it swallow me whole
and cradle me in its
quiet depths.
Copyright © Ari Justine | Year Posted 2025
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Ari Justine Poem
My mind bears the weight of you,
a celestial gravity pulling our souls together
in an instant—a supernova of connection—
after an agonizing year of cosmic drift.
It bewilders me how vividly I see you:
every freckle a constellation,
every lash a delicate shadow brushing my dreams.
I have memorized your face as one memorizes starlight,
intangible yet eternal.
I miss you in ways language cannot contain,
a silence louder than a thousand thunderstorms.
My fear, like a wildfire, scorches the bridge between us.
But how could I dare speak my truth?
My love, like the moon’s devotion to the tides,
remains steadfast, even in its silence.
I love you as the sea caresses the shore,
as wax melts to feed the flame’s dance,
as a phoenix takes its first breath from ashes.
Naturally, endlessly, with purpose.
I love you as twilight kisses the horizon,
as dawn’s light unravels the night’s mysteries.
My love is choice, destiny, and divine providence.
For God knew your love would be
the compass guiding me back to myself.
Even if we are star-crossed travelers,
never to know what galaxies we might have built,
I am grateful for the singular miracle of meeting you.
You, the Eros to my Psyche,
the ephemeral love that stole my breath—
a fleeting, eternal echo of what might have been.
Copyright © Ari Justine | Year Posted 2025
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Ari Justine Poem
Free falling into chaos
always seemed like child's
play to me,
something so natural to descend into
I could call it
breathing.
To allow those inky, black tendrils
to seep into every pore,
every mark,
every imperfection.
I called to it like a master, of
my own darkness,
my own death.
I willed it at my command,
and while it has accompanied me on
a very long, and somber quest
I wish for it to leave me.
Only, it remains in the morning
after I am sick to my stomach from
numbing myself with shadows that cling to my skin the night before.
Have I made the mistake of turning
my affliction into an unrequited
love? Have I held too tightly onto
this thread of hope for a savior
when I know only I can save myself?
Copyright © Ari Justine | Year Posted 2025
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Ari Justine Poem
Your hand touches mine,
a tether of warmth shimmering like
starlight.
Days spill into nights, and still,
your embrace cradles me as the dawn
unfurls,
its golden tendrils brushing against our
sanctuary.
Your gaze-drowsy and divine-meets mine,
and like whispers from another realm,
our story unfolds:
bare feet gliding over enchanted sands,
seafoam singing lullabies as the
salt-kisses breeze binds our laughter,
a spell spun by our souls.
Your smile ignites constellations in my chest,
and when shadows creep,
your steady hand becomes my anchor,
drawing me to the light.
My heart-
graced by your touch,
swells with the enchantment of your
kindness,
which winds itself softly through my every fracture.
My rock-
you quiet the restless oceans within,
still tempests with your unwavering
presence.
With you, I exhale,
and drift into the haven of your love's
magic.
My love-
I treasure you,
the glowing fragment of our tapestry
and the radiant path stretched
endlessly before us.
I love you, an unbroken thread in the loom
of eternity;
our souls have danced to this tune
since the beginning of time,
and even when only the stars remain,
they shall
bear witness to the
dazzling fire of us.
Copyright © Ari Justine | Year Posted 2025
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Ari Justine Poem
How long have I been holding my breath?
How long have I walked this path?
It's winding turns make no sense.
One after another.
There is no sense in this madness,
only an interrupting voice asking where I would like to go next.
Right, left, up, down, and through.
The wisps of my thoughts drift like whispers carried on the wind, their fragile murmurs rustling the leaves underfoot,
a semblance of who I used to be--
a child with her arms wrapped around her,
cooing at my ownself and following the
feeling in my heart and stomach.
Alone. I was alone,
through and through,
never finding warmth unless I created it.
I'm older now, and I still find my arms wrapped tightly around myself, trying to light that small fire in me.
Only, now that small fire ignites into a blaze when I think of my loneliness,
of the thousands of tears I have shed. Tears no one else would ever see,
their salt lingering bitter on my tongue- a quiet sting that burns like the sharp scent of rain.
My mind is heavy with the thought that I will always feel a small, barren part of who I could have been, but who is that?
Years later and I still don't know who that is in her entirety.
Maybe I will find her in a meadow,
splayed out and urging the sun
to glow a little longer as it sets.
Perhaps, she will be perched
atop a tree branch soaking in the
light of the moon,
tears running down her face as she silently pleads for it to stay.
Whoever I am,
whoever I will become,
I allow myself to follow the whispers of her prayers as I walk my path.
I know that God will allow us to meet when the time is right.
Copyright © Ari Justine | Year Posted 2025
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Ari Justine Poem
I have been floating these days,
in between thoughts,
in between words.
I have been grateful,
and sick to my stomach at the unfairness
of it all.
Constellations strung together by invisible
threads pull me back together,
they place my bare feet gently back on
soft grass.
My, I have no idea of what I am trying to say-
but I know,
I know that
my eyes are heavy and sleepy daydreams
have taken root in place of this blanched reality.
I would love to lay my head on a soft pillow
tonight and let my thoughts drift out
into the sea-
to drown,
to swim,
to float.
To do what heavy and light thoughts do-
sink or save you.
Copyright © Ari Justine | Year Posted 2025
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Ari Justine Poem
I still think of that day,
rain pitter-pattered gently around us,
clouds were the color of gravel.
Your smile broke through shadows,
and our laughter mingled like gold.
Paint splattered against a canvas-
that's what we were.
Unpredictability. Chaos. Adoration.
Does any of it make sense?
Does it not make you want to crawl out of your skin and sink into the what if?
Copyright © Ari Justine | Year Posted 2025
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