Archive for March, 2012

Passion Defiled

Posted in Hatred, Madness, Passion and Pain with tags , , , , , , , , on March 28, 2012 by mistressofpoetry

Unlock The Secrets by Arielle Carroll

My sanity is as the rose, dying from the heat of the sun,
For there were no tears to cool the anger that raged,
Destroying this, my blossom of love
Immortality formed of desire and lust
Passion cradled in shadows which blend in portraits of madness
Embers which create the ebon of thought
A scythe of impure fantasies turned from without my mind’s eye

Your skin was formed of this hate
How could I refuse such a beautiful fantasy?
I have torn the crimson valleys,
And called forth the ancient song,
For this insatiable violence that I feel has been crushed
Beneath the ribbons of unforeseeable divinity, entwined in your hair,
Which falls asunder in the pools of a satin death, where I laid thee to rest

A love filled with such unmistakable hatred
How conquest was brutally won with the power of consummation
Writhing in the chasms of your scream
Dare you to split the sky with this fornicated fantasia?
Little I have dreamt past these emissaries of pleasure and pain
Contained in those eyes which stare wantingly,
Yet they grow pale at the undaunted act of aggression which I commit

Silence awakens with the bells
Hysteria ceases its hold upon my mind
Eyes which, red with anger, fade into the ocean they held before
I have created this landscape of terror
Streams which run towards lakes of atrocity fill my view
I will hide them within the fortress of my soul
Until the dawn comes for me, wrapped in darkened flames of vengeance

The things which these eyes portray are a portal of never-ending wrath
Hidden in the vortex of madness
Seething with the chaos which unseats your deities from their thrones
Smiling with agony and scorn from a past well devised in rejection
I would wrap your world around my blade
Its vanity is too great to view from mine
Until passion spreads its wings once more, defiling the pure hate within…

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Of the Rain

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, The Madness of Art with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 11, 2012 by mistressofpoetry

Characteristic Circles of Droplets by Arielle Carroll

A black cat graces the upholstery
As I sit in the filtered spectacle of fading light.
Towers gaze at me from a distance,
But I am much farther than they —
Drifting, somewhere in the mist-filled horizon of dreams.

She sings softly to my companion and I —
Her voice as soothing as any I have heard —
Injecting memories both fond and powerfully distraught,
Though, for the latter – the ghosts are inescapable,
And I have come to terms with their melancholia.

I smile, knowing the grievance by which she comes.
She understands the plight I bear as the sun crosses paths with its elder reflection —
That pain, which I write so eloquently upon the parchment —
It is my salvation from the haunted dancer who lurks in every corner of my mind,
Satiated only by my end; but she will stay my fear.

I would that days such as this remained always with me.
Though no other could see such beauty in her ways, I see ecstasy.
The patterns in her tears are nourishment to me
As art paints itself upon the canvas of my soul and flows to the pen;
And her imaginations enchant me beyond the comfort of sanity.

Nature embraces her chilling caress in blossoms of vibrant hue;
Chants fall from the children of the soil;
And the drums of the mother’s heartbeat reverberate aloud.
I could fall thousands of times,
But her kisses will always cover my frail weepings.

My heart would join with the silhouette on my window,
Tracing stream-like fingers which touch my inner workings.
Would any wise man embrace her love,
He would rejoice in such comfort,
For her passion would melt the stoniest heart who dared to touch her tears.