Beneath the Waves, My Spirit Waits

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul with tags , , , , , , , , on November 17, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

 

Oh, phantoms of the cold, misty ocean, lead me in the winds of death,
For I cannot resist the call of the grave.
Silent, and adorned in screams from within the chasm of forever,
You are to me a comfort in the northern winds of remorse,
Taking me to the place of shadow within shadow,
As I alone sleep upon the hordes of majestic darkness surrounding me,
My spirit, in eternal sorrow–a whispered serenade to the night.

Desolate canyons of a wandering spirit call out my echoing tears.
In the depths of the waters below is my ever-still, ever-silent soul.
So deadly is the caress of this dark melody;
It will send the angels to the darkness,
And the ravens will fall from flight,
As I follow the crystalline blackness within these cold waves,
Bidding a farewell to the pain of this bleak life.

Falling into the cold earth, into the endless darkness of the sea,
Chariots from the silent deep come to join my descent
Into the mists of the great ending.
Will you remember me, my beloved?
Will you chase the ocean to it’s end for me?
For I am waiting, my spirit lost in the crashing screams;
So cold, yet still waiting, searching for my dream.

See the barren moon, watch the silent stars shine upon my grave–
Reflections on the frozen water, slowly changing form–
As the echos of my life swear their love for you.
The northern star knows not how I remain trapped inside the night:
Withered petals, caught in the dancing breeze, sweetly giving their perfume,
As the angels again whisper their ageless sorrow;
For fallen am I, forever in the deep blue of my silent tomb, waiting for
you.

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I Wanna Be a Zombie

Posted in Funny with tags , , , , , , , on October 30, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

I wanna be a zombie
I wanna eat some brains
And see all the little kids scream
When they see my body in flames

I wanna watch my skin drop off
And roll my head around
I wanna groan and grunt and growl
And beat you to the ground

I wanna be a zombie
And have no rules at all
Cause zombies don’t have to worry
About how they look at the mall

Make me fat or make me boney
I won’t have a care
Ill eat and eat and eat some more
And then go after smokey the bear

I’ll hear him scream and hear him fight
He’ll try to reach his car
But he won’t make it in my world
When zombies aren’t that far

Chew him up , enjoy the taste
Chaos will ensue
And when we’re finished, we’ll want more
Cause there’s nothing else to do

Zombies here and zombies there
Just like society’s best
Going through life in a brainless feast
And ignoring all the rest

Zombies come to eat the world
And scare the beauty queen
And when we’re finished with you dear
You’ll be the prettiest ever seen

I never thought I’d live so long
To see my dream fulfilled
Being a zombie is so much fun
Even when I”m being killed

I’ll get my picture in the news
Immortalized on screen
Having fun forevermore
As my skin rots with gangrene

The world will never be ready for me
And my zombie crew
Cause when we find your quiet town
The next zombie will be you!

Image property of Arielle Carroll

All in good fun and in the spirit of Halloween and Zombie film-making. Have a happy and safe Halloween and don’t let the Zombies get you!

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

Brains

Posted in Funny with tags , , , on October 11, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

If I could dig out my brain with a spoon
Oh what wonders contained would fall
And if I had a spoon so large
Would I reach the muddy thoughts?

Would I throw out chunks of enlightenment
Along with the frothy, red phlegm of stupidity
Or could I pick….
Pick… Pick…
My nose and bring forth gold
Along with the brains I am told
Live inside, among the catacombs?

How empty it seems
An echo of civilized thought cries out
HELLOOOOOOOO!!!

Oh yes, brains for a meal
How delicious a treat
With my spoon in my hand
Treasures unearthed among the deep
And would I find a hollowed out space
To be empty indeed
Or could I fill it with pudding?

For what else are the thoughts which man thinks
But pudding
Soft, and without substance
Meaningless jabber
Based on the ideals of idiocy…

Dead Harvest

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Passion and Pain with tags , , , on September 25, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

If there were a time
That I could live
Never leaving the tender gaze of the leaves
Dressed in their vibrant yet fading colours
Such would be my eternity

For I would always crave their shimmering touch
Draped in want of the spring
Ever thirsting for the clear waters of renewal
But not a drop would they drink

Soon I will fade into the wood
Run free and never look back
The patriarch will clothe me in the jeweled ivy of the undergrowth
And keep me safe and warm
Within his loving hands of dew-scented ecstasy

But these cruel words of yours twist within my mind
Deafening my desire
And drowning out all beauty, all passion
With the noise of your hate

Would I dare to dream beneath your storm?
I would dare to silence your breath with the bare branches of winter
For I cannot live and be dead all at once
My heart cannot allow such deadly nightmares to breed on
Never knowing any comfort, never feeling the tenderness of the sun

You failed to water me, even in the midst of your rains
And I have withered like an orchid in the desert
Now your touch only breeds decay
For I crumble like those petals and drift away with the wind

Would you notice my absence?
Or would you cry, desperate for my bleeding corpse?
Sympathy only lasts a season
For what harvest can you bring me
When all that was promised is now dead?

Agony, Beloved

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul with tags , , , , on September 18, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

I am born from the bondage of a furious pain
Known only to the inner sanctum of my own demise
This darkness in which I bore my soul to the air
In the shadows, where I shall dwell

Eternal night has consumed the evening solitude
And I sit in wonder at what anguish awaits my fevered dreams
The severed horizon of my sanctity devours what meaning might have grasped deliverance
For I have always found an icy stare beyond the embrace of false hope

When will the breath of release build the fire within,
And will I be able to behold the fury of this pain?
I am one with rejection
My wrath is known to a thousand eyes
My weakness is known to only a few
And yet I am blemished with this path of confusion
For which I recieve punishment

I will not hide my soul from the one who dares to enter my sanctuary
Who would touch my deepest fears with a thorn of understanding?
I bleed, and yet, bare, I fold inward against the wave of tears which embrace the flame
I feel the burning steel of lonliness, desire, and rage in forms which are beyond shape
Colorless phantoms which knew no light
In my darkest pain, I dream a whisper of one voice

Look upon my desolation, and adorn my face with flowing scarlet
For these barren thoughts knew not the caress of time
Thy hand reaches out to the end, and brings back forbidden nourishment
I will drink the dew from thy chalice, and eternal, mourn for misery’s tender embrace.

Pain is my salvation
For charity has left me empty in want
I join the entity in darkness, my beloved, enduring agony
In cascades of night beyond what aura can be seen…

Unentered

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Goodbye, Loss, Remembrance with tags , , , , on September 9, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Disembodied thoughts like whirlwinds in the skies
Trace unending memory
Longing
Fearful desperation
For an ever silent day
Far from here

Voices never heard
Yet every moment
Lay cherished and unbroken
While time stood still
And brevity hid in shadow
A teacher and a thief

Still I crave the sound
Of your sweet soul
Sung softly in the dark
Which desecrated my tomb
Torn open
From within

It was pain that brought us mirth
And pain which drives the tears
That fell on bitter soil
A secret seed to sow
Of desolate dreams unentered
Despondent and awake

Blood and mist
Fade like flowers
In the chasm of our soul
Yet the flame still burns against the cold
As our world slowly turns
To walk away