Biography of Aryn James
im thrilled that you find my poems interesting and i am thrilled to share them with you.
i love how i can just sit in my room late at night and then think. that is my escape, to sit and think.
that is also the rooting of my poems, if i have a line stuck in my head that i made up, well i write it down and add on.
so read on readers.
Aryn James Poems
The Magical Wizard Of Oz.
Why can’t I find the magical Oz and ask for courage? I know he will say “it is in you, you just have to find it.” But I have looked long and hard I have searched high and low,
Thank You Friend
Ah, those endless afternoons playing dress-up in my garage, Wearing our tank tops and tutu’s over our jeans Walking around like we are the rulers and my neighborhood is our kingdom, While not noticing that the neighbors our staring out there pathetic windows
If I Owned A Boat.
If I owned a boat I would travel to the deepest depths and beyond, To the places of complete solitude, To the places where I'm alone and no one can find me, An infinite game of hide and seek if you will.
Inspiration comes in random forms of communication. So let it flow through you, Through your viens, Through your heart,
Sit And Stop.
A New Era.
I need something new. A wonder that is not found in this sphere of life, A joy that even heaven can not offer.
How Do You Cry?
How do you cry? Can anyone answer that simple question for me. I try and I try to cry But some how it stays bottled up.
I Can'T Take It Anymore
I just want to run away from all of this, The drama, the tears, the pain, I can’t take it! It’s just too much for me right now.
What Is Love?
What is love? Can anyone answer such a defining question? The dictionary defines love as- “Strong affection or liking for someone or something”
Mind Vs. Heart
Why must there be this constant war over my mind and heart? My mind keeps telling me that I’m over you, And I’m stupid enough to believe it. What a fool,
Do we realize how lucky we are? Although we got caught by our parents for what we did that one horrific night, We are still lucky. They don’t turn us in,
That Would Be Lovely
If I could write music, it would be about you, Every note so delicate and quiet, But loud and bold at the same time, Like angels rejoicing praise in the heavenly skies,
Mind Vs. Heart
Why must there be this constant war over my mind and heart?
My mind keeps telling me that I’m over you,
And I’m stupid enough to believe it.
What a fool,
I don’t have a chance in this war.
It’s already over,
I know that every time I catch you with another girl
My psychotic heart will think I love you still,