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The Pearl

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Perseverance, The Pain of Life, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , , on February 25, 2012 by mistressofpoetry

Freedom_Is_A_Long_Way_Away_by Arielle Carroll

 

Funeral of my soul
I have brought forth the chalice for thy grief
To fill with tears
Emotions fallen on deaf hearts and blind greed
They darken with each breath
And in hatred, seethe the darkest black of my broken star
Wishes never spoken

Mirrored in nightmares
I could throw myself from my chariot
Riding low upon the fields
Tangled in a web of chaotic guilt
There is no escape for me
No angel to hearken the nights filled with weeping
And no hand to wipe away the tears

Why can I not break?
Why must I remain in these bloodstained halls
On paths which I wish to forget?
Death holds no promise
Neither the morn
For I have besought all pleasure and pain
Only to hold this one quiescent pearl of being.

My gaze cannot pierce its treasure
Nor can my thoughts behold it’s meaning
For so long I have been alone
Years filled with the curse of sorrow’s temptation
So few have seen the unknown depths
But then so few have dared to look
As I held onto this one small gift which fell from within

The gods have betrayed a fool
My fate in this labyrinth of whispered regret
I am a pauper’s forbidden bounty
Hidden in the silence of the bedchamber wall
Beauty which could not foresee a dream of light
Wishing never to be gazed upon again
Mourning these forsaken memories, in dust.

Distant Awakenings

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Perseverance, The Pain of Life, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 19, 2012 by mistressofpoetry

As the moonlight scatters its orbital procession across distant visions of eternity
At once I feel at peace with the disharmonic chatter of angels in the background
Following me from afar, they fear not the darkness,
Nor the solitary ways of the wanderer which sits stunned by the delight of nocturnal ebonies
Shadows which dance behind the flickering darkness of the candle
Waiting, watching as the eve falls all the more silent
And in stillness, sing a thousand songs to the wounds which grace my body with pleasure

Formidable champions they are, which sought the quietude of night to approach
And in the small corners of my waking mind, peer out, fixated by grimacing spectres
Floating amid the ripples
Prostrate against the barren landscape
As the mist rises with the approaching dawn
A swift rider appears in the heavenly garden
Forming droplets on forever’s tomorrow : tears which wait to be shed

I have all but joined them in the march across the celestial break
Shimmering ghosts which call my name
I reach up to touch them, but quickly fall away,
As I am plunged backward toward the abyss
Reality seizes my soul in fortitudinal abominations
And I lack the will to leap beyond its reach
Into the darkness of the unknown; into the dream, which even now haunts my very breath

Waiting, watching as the strokes painstakingly make their journey
Like drums, pounding in my mind
I must find my escape, I must return to the darkness from whence I came
Somewhere, far from this horrid and devouring demon
Who sits quietly, knowingly
And in all things, points toward the mirror
Where stands a woman, a million nights enrobed, and in pain

The demon knows not that I am forever
Only the body shall remain,
For the scars which enshroud this spirit are a chosen reality which I wholly accept
I will return to the lake which drinks my waiting tears
For I am one of many which lurk within the deep dreams of distant awakenings
Brilliant and fading, to catch the dew just one more time
And drink full the wisdom of a single breath, quietly freezing in the temple of the night.

Autumn’s Frozen Wish

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Passion and Pain, Perseverance, Remembrance, The Pain of Life, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , on October 16, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Characteristic Circles of Droplets by Arielle Carroll

Sweet rain, fall on my face
And wash away the years of emptiness I feel,
For in your eyes I am but a child
Longing for the kiss of an eternal dream
A dream which left me alone in this dismal heaven,
Dismal, but in the morrow sees my smile.

Fresh tears, fresh pain
And a need for regret
Yet I can feel nothing but the stirring of the storm
As the seas boil in honor of suffering.

Characteristic Circles of Droplets2 by Arielle Carroll

Autumn’s chill seeks the dreary soul
And embraces the willing with arms as wide as the sky
Could it be that I have been merely frozen in disbelief
Or is it with certainty that I care no more?
The flames of hatred have scorched my flesh
With all the pain of words which no longer tear my lips from quietude.

A new fall, fresh rain
And still I find it cumbersome
How life has failed to lift vengeance with the sun
As all the more I wish for pain to quench my thirsting sorrow.

My lady of the dew, my storming cancer
If it were a wish that I could make, I’d wish it all away
And let only your darkness cover me
For I have learned what it is to paint with the colors of black
And be discharged from grace so oft as I breathe
For what is it but darkness which created me
And what is it but darkness, which washes my tears with rain?

Characteristic Circles of Droplets 3 by Arielle Carroll

Desert Prodigal

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Passion and Pain, Perseverance, The Pain of Life, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 4, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Falling forever, it seems like nothing has changed
A runaway in the desert, following streams that led me astray
Hours turn to years of loneliness under a blinding sun
And all I can say for my bitterness is that I still feel

Thirsty and angered at all that life has repaid
Hatred and lust toward my only guiding star
As the sand takes my vision away
And hides my tears deep in the morrow of pain

Pleasure will scorch me with flames that bear loneliness
Twisted as life has become, those flames have become my smile
As many a torment has caressed my cheek
And it is all that I understand

Spun in the threads of a storm for so long
I can’t remember the last face to greet me
Dry desert trails this prodigal has traced
To simply find a friend

Fear for the angels who come to take my broken spirit away
Nothing more to mourn for, and nothing left of me
As phantoms embrace my lost and dying heart
To lead me once more to grace

In that final, whispered dream of a thought
As my eyes clear away the debris of a thousand wars
The stream reappears from the flow of my heart
And the burden lay before me in the form of rain

Blood mixed with water far too long held back
An oasis springs forth in the echoes of release
As chains of emotion bound by Hell’s angry eyes
Fall from tattered wings… and scream

The journey falls upward in a furious storm
As the vultures reveal the decay
Had not I fallen, I’d never have lived
Beauty was the desert in my fallen eyes
Blinded and opened by pain… to set me free…

Eternal_Slave_of_Fear_by_Arielle Carroll

In The Fields

Posted in Fantasy, For the Dreamer, For the Warrior, From a Melancholic Soul, Perseverance, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , , on August 28, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

I have slowly found my faith in the sands that once buried the saint of fire
For the insects have betrayed themselves in the wealth of carrion
I am no more their slave… not for nothing.
I will fear nothing; clarity becomes the storm that will free my soul
And the sun will forget my face
As twilight becomes the robe of my desire

Silence beckons the steel chaos within, and I feel the chains
My voice is a thunder
Which for far too long has remained in the depths
And I will pour from this lonely shadow as a gale
May the winds find the echo of a lost spirit who has found her wings
And lay the road once more that I trod so long ago

The lady of winter shall shed her tears,
As summer’s flower shall dream its dreams upon the night
For the seas of forever shall not be forgotten by my eyes
They behold the constant flow of my passage throughout,
Where burden shall rescind to the sky
In the brevity that is my sullen wake

My soul shall invoke the power of these tears
For I have shed them in the dew and in the tempest which brought the pain
The hourglass has brought screams of betrayal and sighs of delight
Wherewith I have pounded my fists upon the ash
But upon this fire, I shall awaken my fate,
And burn in the fields of a defiant strength

Hate Me

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Perseverance, The Pain of Life, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , on August 13, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Blackened shards of hatred pierce my soul, as you tear apart my life.
Why can’t you love me; why am I so disgusting to you?
The tears of rage can flood away my sight, but they cannot take away my pain,
For I am alone, in a crowded room filled with unknown faces that I cannot trust.
Familiarity of the past is now become as strange to me as alien eyes,
Kissing lies, fairytales of understanding, vicious obliterations that rip apart my spirit wings,
You will all fall at the foot of revelation, blinded eyes forced apart,
“SEE ME AS I AM!!!”

I am the same as I was, only I have faced my fear, I have found who I am,
But who I am is a threat to your pitiful outlook.
The rose has it’s thorns, but it is still a rose, as beautiful as ever,
But you judge the rose by its thorns,
You judge me, and you hate me, and I care not.

My tears have no place in your eyes, for you refuse to see them.
You refuse to see my pain, how it cuts me till it bleeds.
I drown in heavy floods of rage, bury myself in a blanket of death.
I no longer know you; you have turned your back, and I weep bitterly,
Because I remember the times of my decieved youth,
When the sun shone brightly on blinded eyes;
But now, I see the crystal truth, I become who I truly was meant to be,
And you hate me for it.

The art of my soul sings great melodies of beautiful tears,
But the raven is unacceptable, for she paints in black.
The song is melancholy, but it is no less beautiful than the sun-laced sky.
I will see you in the days of your lonliness, when you have forgotten me;
But my face will glow with truth, for I accepted what you could not…

Ascent

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Goodbye, Moving On, Perseverance with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 15, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Dancing_Through_Grief_by_Arielle_Carroll

 

 

Light fades
As the sun strokes a final toll upon the sand

Waves dry the tears
With the salt of the barren night sky

And the blue of the opium forest
Lifts itself like gentle angel dreams
Daunted yet daring
To chase the wintered whispers of a neverless horizon
Over the edge of the world

With tiny pebbles beneath my feet
I wither and die beneath the call of the pallid horseman
As we make our escape to destiny’s halls
Faster than the sun
Stronger than the wind
While we set our sails for tomorrow
And kiss the grail of yesterday
Goodbye

Without my young and boundless soul
Days would wind like wandering roots
Searching for a drop of calm
Until the burial reveals its rotted grace
Yet for endless chariot rides
I dare to dive inwards
Toward the scented fields of grey

Softly drifting seas of sky
Turn my eyes away
As dawn appears in the spectred veil
Of illusionary breath
Sheltered within the arms of the solitary mass
Endlessly envisioned within a glass of hope
Yet hopeless in the fog of their distance
Reaching for joy, yet touching only windless void

And the call of its desire keeps touching still
Oblivion
Such woundless naught
Peace is silence
And silence is that which I crave

Light fades
As the night casts its infinite wish upon the earth

The gloom lifts the tears
And I realize my path
Half past the hour of ascent