Archive for Passion and Pain

Distort

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Passion and Pain, Remembrance with tags , , , , , , , , on January 7, 2012 by mistressofpoetry

Unlock The Secrets by Arielle Carroll

 

I saw your dream last night
In shades of grey and black
Mingling with the ivory of your heart
Slowly distorting the shadows
To make them seem as light

I heard your scream last night
In whispers of hell
Betrayal of yourself
Slowly turning your smile to tears
All the while, killing me inside

I felt your touch last night
Warm against my heart
And yet it felt so cold inside
A silent call for bleeding
As the ravenous devoured

I saw my soul dying today
In contorted shapes of pain
As the marksman pierced my will
And the fog surrounded my form
–Silently lonely for myself

Painfully longing for your breath
Upon my mind
Speaking sanity upon the flittering dove
Turned black
How I wished for death!

Darkening reality shattering my dreams
Misery is flesh
As the wrathful abyss opens wide
To the charity of hate
And the fire burns away the wholeness that was

Ash to ash, soul to soul
We fall short of the truth within
Our mind is but a prison cell
With twisted bars
And fading hope, even while escape is in view

I saw the world as a blind man today
The murder of the sun
And contented as I was to see it fall
I wished for one clear moment
To wipe it all away…

 

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Chasms of a November Storm

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul, Passion and Pain, Winter Desolation with tags , , , , , , on November 29, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

In the secret chambers of a tranquil mirage, I am captive to the doom that awaits–
This romance of apocalyptic fantasies in the fires of a November storm.
Frigid sands of an ancient secret, send me to the eyes of redemption’s kiss;
Transform me in the land of virgin screams, absent of mindless torment,
For I will become a temptress in waiting, a scornful apparition of death.
I am hated, and will always be so; love me not in the frost of the snow-filled prison of despair.

The embers of my execution day, revived in the scent of oblivion’s flame;
I was chained in the days of my innocent youth, and burned by the hatred of scorn.
“You who consumed my faith in the silence of a stalker’s dream,
Will feel the fear which I felt; you shall taste the poison of my tears,
Convulse in the pain of my soul’s blade, a dagger of unending nightmares.”
Alive, and yet dead, the spirits of the past are reborn.

A vicious circle, trapped in the core; I cannot see the end of torment’s consuming fear.
What I am, lost in the chaos of emotions that dwell in the heart of the storm;
A mirage of consciousness, thunder in the audience of life;
Visions long forgotten return to the source of dreams,
As I travel the labyrinth of my mind, a frost-laden fury guides my eyes.
Raging flame of my will, passion’s elusive paths are revealed in the chasms of November ice.

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?

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

A Heart’s Goodbye

Posted in Goodbye, Passion and Pain, Through the Passage of Time with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 10, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

Dancing_Through_Grief_by_Arielle_Carroll

So many places
And yet my heart wanders
So many times
And yet my soul continues its voyage
A ship tossed upon the waves
A bird, fighting against the wind
With no refuge,
No place to rest its wearied wings
And still the spirit wanders on
Sails blazing against the current
Wishes torn from me
Dreams dying in the dust

But could that clay be reborn again
To form a new creature?
Could that dream rise again
As the great one, to heaven
From the defeating flames of yesterday?

As death brings life
And life brings death
And the days turn to months
And months to years
And as I numb with each stroke of time
I wonder in simple amazement
At those tiny droplets of resilience
Falling from my eyes in great floods
And tiny mists
As the minutes pass on
And the hour comes nigh
To say my goodbyes

Is it any wonder
Any great prospect for philosophers
To wrap their great minds around human nature
And see the reflection of their own souls
Old as the ages, and young as a child’s delight?

And the seconds pass on
Closer to my farewell
As I gather my forces
To conquer a new life
A new dream
And ride my chariot of flame to a new tomorrow
Rich with wonder and thick with hello’s
Searching ever for more
But free to find myself in all of these things
Free to love
Free to breathe
Free to smile at whatever brings joy

So fear not these goodbyes
For they are a necessity in the many tomorrows
Which shall embrace my heart
As I embrace the truth
In visions that captivate this heart
Which grows wiser with the years
And these times of suffering
For once the goodbyes are done
And the pain fades into memory
What remains is mine to build
As I sit upon the throne of the future
Fashioning my own crown, without remorse…

Sparrow

Posted in Goodbye, Passion and Pain, Perseverance, The Pain of Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 3, 2011 by mistressofpoetry

This rose withers in the scorching sun
As the angels fly away
Little do they realize that as the petals fade
The sparrow remains locked away

Search for truth and the key will be found
All fairytales of a distant dream
Flowing like fountains from behind my eyes
And chasing the song of windchimes

Hide away, hide away on some distant shore
And wait for freedom to carry me to you
Disenchanted dreamer come die alone with me
Wherever you are, you are still a part of me

I will make my mind’s escape and join myself again
One day, lying on the shores of stars
Whispering no more the open sores of the cage
Broken with bandages laying on red soil

Claw my repose and see that I bleed
Send me to my dream of evermore
For I disappeared before your eyes
The night you locked the door

No more blood upon silvery clouds
For I am empty of my remorse
In black I shall ride into a dream
Fading into the sparrow’s eyes

As the wind carries away the final trace
And the night calls one last time
You will find the rose no more
For my heart drifted alone all these years
Floating with the breeze… towards life’s first breath