Auriel's Poetry Book Backup

Whore Boobs by Auriel Melym

"Stop touching me,
stop touching me.
Please stop whispering in my ear,
please stop coming near,
when i am changing into my dress.

Stop touching me,
stop touching me,
please stop kissing my cheek,
because i am only in it for the cloak.
i want that cloak.

I want that cloak really bad. But so does Sariel, but I kinda want it too.
offofyouonthefloorofmybedroom

Give me the cloak. Give me the cloak. MAKE IT SILVER FOR ME, HONEY BUNS.

Stop looking at me like that.
KRAUS DAMNIT STOP WHISPERING IN MY EAR IM TRYING TO WRITE A POEM STUPID

How do you know I'm writing about you?
Kraus damnit.



I am not a whore.
That lady was a whore. Did you see her shaking her whore boobs at you?
WHORE BOOBS ARE THE WORST BOOBS
WHORE BOOBS
WHORE BOOBS
ILLUSION MAGICKED FAKE BOOBS
WHORE BOOBS
WHORE BOOBS
WHY NOT GET MORE BOOBS
REAL BOOBS
COOL BOOBS
INSTEAD OF THOSE NASTY NASTY WHORE BOOBS

shocky shocky whore boobs
serves you right for calling me a whore tyler.
tyler bitch.

You're a bitch, Tyler, you know that?

The end."




Complaining by Auriel Melym

complaints complaints
how to complain
where to complain
when there is nothing to complain about????

WHY DOES IT TAKE SO LONG TO GET ME PAPER
WHERE IS MY PAPER
CHOP CHOP
PLEBIANS.

im sorry i shouldn't have called you a plebian mister attendant!!
you are a perfect person, inside and out
for you have brought me paper

why are you all whispering
why were you all whispering
whispering during a wedding is rude you know,

bitch





Pale Babies by Auriel Melym

pale pale pale
why am i so pale
am i doomed to be this pale for my horrible boring life?

like damn, kraus' image musta been pretty pale if i were carved in it!
tyler bitch wasnt pale
this is unfair
life isnt fair
i hate life

i stare down at my arms and see
scars
and pale skin

why
why
why
why
why

pale pale pale
hours in the sun
PALE PALE PALE

AMISIUS IS PALE
WHY ARE WE BOTH PALE
PALE BABIES
PALE BABIES
WHY WHY PALE BABIES
WILL MELYMS BE PALE
FOREVER??
DOOMED??
PALE???
PASTY???

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Money by Auriel Meylm

money money money
lots and lots of money!
money money money
cool pretty money

money money money
the best kind of money
is money money money
the kind in your pocket

who cares about banks
or treasuries
or safes
pocket money is the best
where you can use it for whore bait!





Banging by Auriel Melym

What's the craze
what's the daze
all about the banging?

I sit outside and all I hear are the youngsters
banging this
banging that
'You banged her???'
'I'M GONNA BANG HER'

Like, why

why
why
why

the only thing you should be banging
is your fist on the table because you want more food
you are a 10 year old girl
get out
get out
get out




Coffee by Auriel Melym

the swirling brew inside my cup
welcomes me
beckons me
deeper, farther into it's grasp

shaky hands oblige
pulling me
deeper, farther into it's grasp

the smell of bean in my breath
is enough to pull me through the day

but when the buzz is over
so am i



Aftermath of a Love Potion (literally) by Auriel Melym
the scent of your hair pulsates through my body like the love that ensnares us
an endless tango back and forth around and around up and down
all i see is your face your eyes lighting up as they stare down at me
your lips curling into a smile as you laugh

god

even as you leave me here alone and dead inside
i still cant help but smile at the sight of you
walking away
because even if you're not with me
you're you
you make me so happy

and i hope you feel the same way

im sorry if im not good enough
if im too clingy
or too needy
or too emotional
its okay though

all i need to know is that you're okay

i love you so much

what did i do wrong (X 30)




Poopy Princess
rumble rumble
grumble grumble
goes the babymaker

(that's me!)

My second stomach has an insatiable hunger
for coffee, chocolate, and salt
coffee, chocolate and salt
(coffee most of all)

My second stomach
my little baby girl
my little poopy princess
forever hungers
for coffee, chocolate, and salt

g̬̹̳ͮi̠̬̎̈ͣv̵͍̪͉̠̬̱͖̄̀ě̋ͩ̋̃͏̙̰̰͙̗̼




Melons by Auriel Melym
Melons, you heard me.
Melons, not Melyms.
Melons, not my family!

Juicy melons.
Nice melons.
Bouncy melons.
But not whore melons!

Those are the kind I like.
{especially Amy Melons}



Wrinkles by Auriel Melym
My soul retains it's inner youth
But as an adult, I'm expected to be couth
However, I've started to fall apart
From my bladder control
to the level of deadliness of my farts

I am a 30-something
Never ask a lady her age!
But it's quite evident, my face has caught the plague
My cheekbones are nonexistant, the efforts of makeup are null
The wrinkles are growing by storm
And in mourning, they have left the memories of my younger days for me to mull




Plague by Auriel Melym

the red eerie glow lurks behind our shoulders
haunting us
staring us down
preluding our demise

i can only converse with its cousin
and inquire
'why does it plague us so?'

he shrugs, shakes his head
a cold, comforting hand is rested on my shoulder
'not even i would know'

even though i am guarded by my bloodline
my magic
my light and my affinity
i am still forced to ask;
who knew a star could be so dark?




War by Auriel Melym
blood splatters
bones shatter
screams echo

what is this all for
this shit we call war
useless

what is war when lives are lost
families are split
hearts are shattered

what is splattered blood
when children are without parents
when wives are without husbands

what are broken bones when
there are broken minds
and scarred lives?




dark
dripping with corruption,
the temptation of darkness looms over me
holding out it's hand
luring me into death
into depravity
into insanity

but instead, i turn my back upon it and face the warmth of my family




why is there an eyeball in my cell
Eyeball eyeball
you're a dumb ball
you are definitely not hum-ball
when you TRY TO EAT ME

Eyeball eyeball
Why is there fur on your eyeball
Why do you look like an eyeball
Eyeballs don't have teeth, you stupid eyeball

Eyeball eyeball
why dont you suck my balls?




Felix by Auriel Melym

Pretty kitty
lovely kitty
my little snuggle schnuckums
my only friend.

Orange fur
adorned by oranger stripes
green eyes stare me down with a smile

i smile

you are my friend
my only friend
your eyes the two green marbles that i am missing

coool




Out of seemingly nowhere, a final poem is released and new editions of Auriel's Poetry Book are printed containing it. Days later, the woman is rumored to have passed away.

Quiet by Auriel Melym
All of a sudden it's all so quiet
And all of a sudden I wonder what I was missing
All of a sudden I wonder what I was doing
waiting for something to happen.

But here I am,
things are happening
but I am not.