Hello, it's Me: A Collection of Poems

By Ariyana Rogers

A debut collection of poems by a 25-year-old Chinese Canadian with her take on topics such as first love, empty promises, sexism, social anxiety, immigration, and most importantly, puppies.

Content warning: depression, anxiety, physical abuse, stalking, self-harm

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781716614125

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Hello, it’s me

Copyright @ 2022 by Ariyana Rogers.

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First Printing

ISBN-978143577766

To Bean- for being the fluffiest of boys

and to TanTan- for being the cutest queen

I owe my happiness to you

PART 1: The ME EXPERIENCING

Words Full of Magic

A magical ball on winter solstice,

with a princess yet revealed,

an evil witch that longs to claim her,

a plot that’s still concealed.

A woman soon to be a mother,

clutching her trembling hands,

hoping that this time,

her womb listens to her demands.

A girl stepping out of court,

from a rape case that she won,

walks to embrace the man,

who forced her rapist to atone.

The writer spills out their soul,

into pages I unfold,

with ink spilled on paper,

and words chock-full of gold.

So why would you prefer,

to stay in a cruel world,

where magic is make-believe,

and hate is deserved.

For me I’d rather

to jump into a story,

a million lives I can live,

and never have to worry.

Leech

She was a hollowed shell

as empty as could be.

Inside of her

there was a gaping hole

where malicious spirits

could enter with ease.

And the emptiness of her

was not able

to fathom wicked things,

when it, itself, is so hollow

and inconsequential.

And so he entered,

in the most uninhibited fashion,

and she was happy,

so happy,

for her soul to feel full once more.

The devil in him,

was contented as well,

to have refuge and safety in her,

a cocoon of delicate warmth.

For it is easy,

to leech on a soul

that accepts the comfort,

of valueless words,

and it is easy,

for anything,

to look like it’s love,

when you look at it,

from the gaze of lonely eyes.

Camping

The night takes its time to arrive,

but at last

the moon peeks out from the clouds,

and she feels a spark of joy.

She’s waited a year