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Ariah Oak

Joined January 2012.

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The blood in your veins and the stars in your night sky.

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  1. Thoughts On The Summer Prior

    My stomach twists into knots Boy Scouts would walk away from whenever I catch a glimpse of his face in a crowd. I become bipolar at the mere mention of his existence, torn between euphoria and indifference. My thoughts willingly, unwillingly, drift bac...

  2. Untitled Poem #30

    I want to leave this all behind, drift away through inaction and find myself lost in an endless forest, a labyrinth from which I cannot escape. Solitude fits me far better than any business suit could, much more than any engagement ring. To tie me down...

  3. And To Think...

    I would punch a hole in the ozone for you, scale the largest mountain known to man, plunge to the very bottom of the Mariana Trench just so you knew that I meant business. No task seemed too daunting or too over the top to make sure you were safe, cont...

  4. Thoughts In Old City

    Our feet slapped against uneven cobblestone paved decades ago, your ankles twisting and collapsing as they slipped between the cracks (but you kept running). The old city spread out before us, tourists and foreigners weaving in and out of busy streets,...

  5. Thoughts Beside A Cracked Window

    We end up falling asleep on our backs, cheeks pressed against one another, mouths agape. All sighs and heavy breathing, our chests heaving with each sleepy inhale, exhale. Rising with the sun, we kiss each other anyway, not worrying about poisoning th...

  6. Emily Singleton II

    I am still uneasy about heading underground into the rat infested tunnels that are home to the winding metal snakes that weave far and wide beneath the city streets. The yellow line, a warning, still haunts me. The musty odor sets me on edge. The black...

  7. Thoughts On An Anxious Lover

    Last summer I thought I kissed the doubts right from your chapped lips. I could have sworn I did, but tonight you rolled over in bed to face the wall, curling up into yourself like a child. You told (the wall), that there’s this tangled mess insi...

  8. Thoughts On The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life

    I have both anticipated and dreaded this day, when you finally join me here, in this city that doesn’t stop and help when it knocks you down. Do not forget me, as I cannot shake you from my thoughts.

  9. Thoughts I Had Looking At You Smile

    You have these gaps in your teeth when you cannot contain your smile. I think you do not know I notice such trivial things, but I pay attention when it’s the least important. I no longer ask questions about your years spent as an infant, for you ...

  10. Thoughts I Have When I Don't Follow Through With My Routine

    I held the bullet to my lips, the metallic, greasy taste making me want to retch. I kissed it softly, loading it into a silver revolver that smiles like a wolf in the moonlight. Just a game, I whisper, just a game, as I spin the cylinder before it clic...

  11. Thoughts After A Talk With A Friend

    The more I think about it, the more I wonder: What would become of our dog if something were to happen to you, whether you change your mind about living together or decide to take a swing for the other team (like our mutual friend thinks might happen)....

  12. Thoughts Beside An Open Window

    This blackness is all consuming, bouncing and waving its way across my wall (not even the night light can save me now). I sit in awe as it grows larger, creeping up my bed frame, dragging claws against the wood (it’s eating my room alive). Howeve...

  13. Thoughts I'm Having In Bed

    I feel out of my body yet again, watching myself leave myself, a thin wisp of a ghost trail holding my shape. Only sound and light plunge me back to this body. If I sit in darkness, I fall into this oblivion, this abyss, where I think I can see space t...

  14. Maddest Of All

    Mud streaked about our bodies, caked like dirt upon our faces. Paint splattered, drawn in straight lines across cheeks and arms (markings for warriors before they headed into battle). A fire sprung up from broken bits of a former life, and as we ran in...

  15. God. Love. Fear Of Dying

    Everything. Everything is broken. Rubble and ash laying around in pieces, smoldering. It was my home. Fall with the storm, it whispers, for many have told you that you shall bend to the winds, crouch beneath the pelting rain, and cower to the rumbles o...

  16. Two Decades

    It took me awhile to realize that turning 40 is entering mid life, entitled to crises, existential, suffocating thoughts about dying, buying expensive cars, going skydiving, all the things you should have done decades ago. But turning 20 is just the be...

  17. Just A Little Thought

    I’ve pulled into the train station, carry-ons still in one piece. A man with a cardboard sign waits for me. ( “Welcome to Elsewhere” )

  18. Thoughts I Had On An Evening Walk

    In the sweat choked heat of mid-July, we journeyed down this road near your house, following each bend and curve. We didn’t always need to fill the silence between us (the presence was enough). My mind jumped forward, jolting me into this fuzzy f...

  19. Thoughts On Family Problems

    An emergency broadcast drones through my town every Saturday morning, and while it alarmed me the first time, I pay no attention to it now. It blares through the streets, making passersby stop and roll down their windows to listen, looking to the horiz...

  20. Thoughts At A Wedding Reception

    When she first came down the aisle, he gave this gasp, like he was seeing her again for the first time. His lips curved into a grin, much like yours did after months of separation. I couldn’t keep myself in the present. People blurred together as...

  21. Thoughts After A Rehearsal Dinner

    Pardon the way that I stare, it’s just that sometimes when we’re sitting up late at night with nothing more to do than watch those cheesy sci-fi movies you love so much, this little stem tightens somewhere in my chest and my lips part, a sm...

  22. Like A Taxi Cab Waiting

    If I take one step forward down this path in the park the transparent man sitting on the bench down the way will walk up to me, offering his hand. He usually hops aboard his flying machine and traverses the skies at dusk, painting the night canvas w...

  23. An Old House On The Bay

    The whole world underneath my feet stretched out endlessly on both sides, unknown flanks reaching out past my field of vision. As each wave comes and goes, it steals the earth below away. The sea breeze caught up in my jacket, filling me with such an e...

  24. Jigsaw Puzzles On Christmas

    My family and I would put together puzzles at Christmas time, stooping over a card table eyeing up pieces, the ones with the curves and the ones with the loops, all crowding together to rush the fragments back into place. And without fail, every year t...

  25. Untitled Poem #29

    It started with the alphabet. You said the way the letters arranged themselves on the page were too much, that the weight of each meaning together cracked your ribcage right open. You curled up into my breast like a child, holding onto my shoulders lik...

  26. Acrostic

    Patiently, I waited to spend long hours sitting so Easily beside you, and now that I’ve returned, The thought of sleeping alone in bed seems absurd; nights appear long and Endless without you. … … … Promise me, that at the end o...

  27. Untitled Poem #28

    You have become as necessary as brushing my teeth before bed, stretching before a run, turning to face you before the light turns green (your face illuminated by taillights), eating three meals a day, taking your hand in mine as we cruise down 100 and...

  28. Slow Cooked Salmon

    For a moment, it felt as if we were playing house. Sitting at my kitchen table, dressed to the nines, quietly eating the food we prepared together, jazz filling the silence between us, sipping wine I coaxed my friend into buying for us just so we could...

  29. Prom 2013

    You and I sat on the curb outside our favorite diner, cheap cigars dangling from our lips as our hands became tangled up in one another. We took turns taking deep drags, you exhaling in one go, I opening my mouth and letting the smoke billow endlessly ...

  30. Untitled Poem #27

    Intimacy is not fumbling around with sweaty palms in the backseats of cars or sneaking around for a few stolen moments in bed. No, intimacy is brushing your teeth together after passing out on the floor the night before, making breakfast midday in my m...

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