Biography of Aria Lei
I am 17, almost 18. I live in Washington, and I write...everything. Short stories, Full-blown books (?) , poems, songs, and quotes. Along with anything else that includes writing. Most of my poems and songs have sad stories behind them, but I do have a couple that are happy. I have friends that are writers and one almost became a published writer. Anyway, I'm on here specifically just to share my work and get suggestions on how to make it better. Thanks. I've now edited my name, it is my real name with the first letters of my last name. I figure you should know me. :)
Aria Lei's Works:
No published books yet, though I plan to get quite a few published when am older and have the funds to do so.
Aria Lei Poems
I know I am young, I repeat that over and over, Yet I feel so much older. I know truths about this world
The Path I Choose
The wind blows as The rain falls from The skies.
Take It Away
Sharp, Biting, Stabbing. The pain hits every step I take,
Wow, I don't know how to start-no, I do. Here goes. I met you in first grade. It was fun. We were friends right from the start. You made me laugh. You made me smile (not hard to do to an innocent 1st grader, but whatever) . We played together at recess, and by 3rd grade I knew you well enough and you were my first crush. We kept getting closer, talking about everything, though, to this day, I don't know the simple things-your favorite color, your favorite food. Fourth grade passed with memories of you, and...lets call her...Paiz. Fifth, you were in your first relationship, and, as I think back now, I think I was more jealous of her than hurt that you weren't paying more attention to me. Sixth grade, we grew farther apart, but I swear it was mostly my fault-I was so shy and I never walked up and just said HI. Seventh, I tried to say hi, but it was through a friend.
Icy heart Warm heart. The icy-hearted person feels nothing, The warm-hearted person feels too much.
I walk down this road, Such a lonely road and I feel as if I've been down here before, I have been here a billion times before. It's a broken and ragged road,
Eyes droop, Body slouches, Legs collapse, I'm so tired.
I hit the ground, running away, seeing you today with her
The River Of Disease
The river of disease follows me everywhere. It's filled with Colitis, Diabetes,
He Is The Sun
He is the sun. Bright and full of life With a gravitational pull that conquers all. Warmth and comfort come
I walk out of my house (Alone) And down to my car. (Alone)
Why Not This?
Knives over glass, Eyes cold as ice Red and green flash before my eyes. A black, charred cap.
The Human Race
We are the human race, The race of war. We kill more of our own in one war, than animals kill of each other in
It's Still Not Enough
I’m sitting here on my bed with my headphones on my head, listening to Rose In December by Halestorm. A love song about waiting,
Half-way across the world,
(You guys are so lucky)
Is better than gone.
(To have them coming home)
In Iraq fighting,
(I’ll never get to see them)
Instead of up in Heaven.
(But you have only a few months)