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Falling

Rain is falling all around

The dew drops from my mindv

Plop plop plops

goes the drops

The plot of my story.

There is a dry spot to sit

I feel rainy today

who knows when the rain will fall on me?

There is a fear of getting wet, cold

and being unable to get dry and warm again.

I can not control the rain.

I am a leaf on a tree

an ever-changing leaf.

Perfect in imperfection,

finished

yet unfinished in every way

strange and beautiful

unique unto a leaf on a tree

and the elements that shape it.

I don’t know just when I lost control,

but do know I was afraid.

A fearful leaf on a tree,

ss-shivering in the wind.

Awake full of color, full of sound

floating falling downdowndown.

Spirit Ariela Olivier is a poet and filmmaker from Los Angeles, California. She has been writing poetry since she was old enough to hold a crayon. She writes poems without a wall to bounce them off. Her work is an invitation for you to peruse the secrets of her soul. She currently resides in sunny Los Angeles. This is her second work to be published.

Copyright © 2015 by Spirit Ariela Olivier

Broken

I act, I speak,

I live, I breathe

I do not let others “perform” me.

I can’t be contained

I won’t be named

I have BROKEN the wall of

fortune and fame.

Me against me, is me against you.

Hello? How many walls

must I break through?

I fight for my life by flowing

within the winds of respite.

God is here, God is hear..

but WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE my dear?

I close my eyes, I close my heart

born perfect in a world– then TORE apart

BROKEN OFF…piece by peace

Living in a world of make-believe

Where indeed? A road it seems

going every which way

to a heart, a fist, a trigger, a spick, a nigger

UP, I cannot hear these words, my ear…

I’ve been robbed, raped, and killed.

PERHAPS this is not my field

There are other roads indeed.

I LISTEN AND CHRISTEN my heart and my sleeve.

“Innocent as a dove, perfect in love”

“Wise as a snake.” The latter I’m afraid is what I mistake.

IT’S ALL HERE, IT’S ALL HERE!!!

Lived and told LEARNED–

found or STOLE,

YOUR living pieces for the life you hold.

Spirit Ariela Olivier is a poet and filmmaker from Los Angeles, California. She has been writing poetry since she was old enough to hold a crayon. She writes poems without a wall to bounce them off. Her work is an invitation for you to peruse the secrets of her soul. She currently resides in sunny Los Angeles. This is her first work to be published.