Ernest Areheart

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City: Lexington, S.C.
Relationship: In a relationship
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Hobby: Writing
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Christopher Russon commented on Ernest Areheart's poem, Do You Like Me Now? on Jan 23, 2018 at 11:07pm.
commented on Ernest Areheart's poem entitled, "Time." on May 19, 2017 at 4:54am.
commented on Ernest Areheart's poem entitled, "Becoming You." on Nov 02, 2016 at 6:08pm.
commented on Ernest Areheart's poem entitled, "Not So Strange." on Sep 22, 2016 at 6:33pm.
commented on Ernest Areheart's poem entitled, "Autumn Rain." on Sep 22, 2016 at 6:30pm.
commented on Ernest Areheart's poem entitled, "Pessimistic Society: An Embarrassing Poem From High Sch." on Jun 27, 2016 at 4:48am.
commented on Ernest Areheart's poem entitled, "Time." on Jun 27, 2016 at 1:59am.
commented on Ernest Areheart's poem entitled, "Not So Strange." on Jun 27, 2016 at 1:07am.
commented on Ernest Areheart's poem entitled, "Pessimistic Society: An Embarrassing Poem From High Sch." on Jun 23, 2016 at 2:34pm.

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Time

poem by Ernest Areheart

Beauty will entrap your mind Leaving your feelings and heart behind Lift the veil in your minds eye Shuddering, shivering, sensing time Formulate a new invention Pull away from raw intention Consecrate a boundless heart Run a... Read more

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Not So Strange

poem by Ernest Areheart

It starts with waves of empathy Eroding the mountain of regret Moonlight shines upon an empty street The road of remorse that reflects to forget The tense of the past is like a blade of grass Sitting so sharp and fine with wond... Read more

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A Sonnet of Love ...

poem by Ernest Areheart

The colors that are lost to time Are found in her undying smile The iris that looks back at me Finds justice in her abstract style She pauses, and is coy at heart Swans covet her flawless grace Then her lips begin to part And... Read more

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Pessimistic Socie...

poem by Ernest Areheart

We are all so distraught Our disease of worry is easily caught And we breakdown and lay empty on the floor We don't know what it means to confide Our souls cry as our hearts die inside And stop wondering what this life is for ... Read more

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Becoming You

poem by Ernest Areheart

You glue your eyelids shut The image of pain is cut You dye your hair in bleach Happiness out of reach You're rotten to the core You fight it more and more They are becoming you You spit on everything true Your opinions ar... Read more

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Haiku For Her

poem by Ernest Areheart

When I found a heart I found the simplest thing: How to make her smile Read more

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Autumn Rain

poem by Ernest Areheart

When I left in Autumn rain A sense of purpose found me Absolution never came You can't take solace lightly I want to wash away the days Each one I found by your side To forget Summer's haze And push back the rolling tide T... Read more

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Where Was I?

poem by Ernest Areheart

Where was I when you sang in tears? When stomachaches gripped you alone Where was I when you stared at me And my eyes looked through, never there I expected your anger and misconception But where was I to help you understand? ... Read more

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Do You Like Me No...

poem by Ernest Areheart

If I am a cynic How do I love quite so? Not any one tender kiss Can tell the slow light fading My bleak and barren mind Populates a bland unstable soul How could I find the tenderness? Once more, Once more, no light grows Stol... Read more

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Writer's Block

poem by Ernest Areheart

It ended as it began A tale of scripted love The characters set in place A stale title sits above Will there be another chance To edit this broken story? Or will our lines sink in And erase this fictional glory? Your heart... Read more

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Wit and Reason

poem by Ernest Areheart

We so triumphed in the public's eye Behind the facade of our disguise Our wit so challenged by our youth Too young and proud to mouth the truth My triumph dulls upon my age Applauding the opulence of my cage My wit, so burned ... Read more