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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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Paradox Betrothed in a Tear

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Remembrance, The Pain of Life, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , , , on January 28, 2012 by mistressofpoetry

Closed_Eye_Visuals_by_Arielle_Carroll

The sands of time have ravaged my soul
In the lost essence of a single, unadulterated tear
Pure in its wasted chasms
Emptied of all its mirth
To trace the barren heart with its toil

The sideshow freaks stare on
Appalled yet entertained by my absent presence
The facade of someone ever lost
To the echoing branches of a far distant shore
The brazen opportunity to vanquish the present
And embrace what has not yet become

The glimmering shadow of the abyss takes form
Casting leaves to the wind
And mercy to the rain-filled sky
Replenishing the soil with its fertile yet dank mysteries
Plentitude from the heaven without
As the darkness within grows ever greater in stature

The marigolds stink of the wretched sun
Yet they bow to the nourishment below
Soaking up death like rays of light
Yet longing for the warmth of spring
To release their tempered joy

Hallowed are these fields of mine
Forested towers with ebony crowns
Cloaked in the embers of memory
And fed by the renewal of pain
Like scented drops of jasmine
Flowing deep into the cracks
Where light and dark are one…

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.

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…

A Dream of Sleep

Posted in Fantasy, For the Dreamer, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 20, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

 

The stars hide far away
In the darkness of my mind
As the flames grow dim inside
Seeking solitary warmth
Yet finding emptiness and cold
Within tired unblinking orbs

Sleep has forgotten me
Somewhere in the misery
Pacing anxiety in service to the night
Lost in half-dreams and silence
Desperate, slowly dying
Another victim of the mirror
Another horror stalks the fear I hide

Passing through etherium
Breathing deep then not at all
A wish for peaceful fantasy
Drowned by struggling madness
Gasping for life
Leaving claw marks on the corridors within

Oh labyrinth, swallow me
Take me to thy netherworld
Oblivious to the morning light
Rest has fled so far away
Chasing fireflies
In some long-forgotten realm
In some distant palace where my soul resides

Wandering through these halls
Anticipating death to call
Grasp the blade to close my eyes…
Dreaming in a fog
Past the break, I’ve come this far
Waking daylight comes again

A Stranger Behind These Eyes

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Loss, The Pain of Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 8, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

A stranger, I wander alone inside;
For all that I have known, I do not know who stares behind these eyes.
I no longer belong in this place of scowling faces.

Hatred have I recieved for every breath I take,
Rejection has adorned my soul in black;
For it was painted as the shadow in which I roam.

My flesh, so cold and lonely,
For all who would dare to touch me are just as I,
And I find this is most beloved of my mournful soul–to find understanding.

These lost spirits who, abandoned, have found peace within the dark–
These are my true companions
For they know the structure of the intricate dreams that I dream.

The tears escape my eyes,
Which, burning with fatigue and desecrated visions, have sought the end so many times,
But within, still, remains the ponderings of a suffocating struggle to be free.

I question each sound which reverberates within this mind of illusory departure.
To find emotion once more; to find the dreamer which lurks inside these dying halls.
My labrynth is filled with deadly passages, consumed with madness and fear.

I have journeyed far, over the ocean of a time which feeds upon a haggard battlefield,
As the obelisk-like formations resonate the terrifying silence,
For these ancient monoliths have fallen, and I wish not to set foot upon that dread place.

The seasons of waking nightmares have been left behind,
But this is a place that I no longer know, and I am the stranger here.
All eyes are upon my transparent form, and I am become one of the ghosts in this place.

My existence is a perilous void, seeking substance within,
But it is my true companions which have held me fast in the sweat of my disease.
When my wanderings subside, it is their eyes which I will long to see–
Love beyond love, sight beyond vision, trust beyond that of life and death;
And I will fear no more…

Inside the Corners of a Dream

Posted in For the Dreamer with tags , , , , on January 24, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Beauty hides in corners that man refuses to share
Each thought, each driven enchantment
Buried in the fog and gloom of a chosen rejection
Not willing to look inside the mirrored soul of eternity
And yet our eyes are not so blind
Nor our hearts so callous
That we could not embrace the unembraceable
And hold high that single, flowering teardrop
Which flows, obscure, through our darkest dreams
Of a distant reality

Freedom_Is_A_Long_Way_Away by Arielle Carroll

Those dreams are like stars,
Fallen far from my hand
And yet still I reach upward
As they continue to shine
Rays like rivers, pouring wishes into my soul
Giving courage to climb higher still
Inside my mind
Inside a heart which beats faster
Until scarce I could fathom how high I have come
To touch my frozen heaven, deep within the night

Will you touch the stars with me?
Will you dare to drink heaven
And beckon the raging river which flows faster with every wish?
This mysterious beauty which lingers in the mist
Daring not to speak outside the shadows
Haunting with its melody unsung
Will you dare to hear the silent whisper of the teardrop I now hold?
In the corners of my soul, I can feel the warmth of my beloved agony
As I drown within her voice, which is now a part of me
All the while, I reach for your hand and ask — will you dream?