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DREAM WORLD
 
So lay down thy head
into the awaiting dreamland that awaits
upon your soft beckoning restful pillow…
 
Prepare for the journey of your nighttime slumber,
traveling through the spiraling tunnels of timeless consciousness
and all the numerous echoes of thy day…
 
Into the nigh, we travel to a world beyond the sky
… past the midnight moon, using the starlight as our guide.
 
So many memories,
yet so many nameless keys
Oh where do they lead?
 
In a dream, vision of the night,
When sound sleep falls on men…
While they slumber in their beds...”
 
Thoughts that seamlessly dance together,
creating untraveled sublime lands…
in which we walk among the radiant clouds,
weightless…feeling light as a feather…
 
To where do we go, beyond the late nigh?
Just after twilight…
but before the moon rises high…
 
In those bewildered scenes,
those tormenting moments in our haunting dreams,
We search for desperate answers
a hopeful escape…
 
“And then you frighten me with dreams…
and terrify me by visions…
 
To what, do those troubling dreams, really mean?
So far from our reach,
yet…living within our soul.
 
…but then there’s serentiy,
a calm like the blue sea,
That heavenly peace that washes over us,
leaving no confusion or schemes to discuss…
 
Yet as we float, so light within the nigh,
we wonder, just where do we go
traveling to uncharted territory
within our minds…
 
In a dreamworld, so far, beyond the sky…
Yet…so close to our human beating heart
and dreams so alive, running deep within our soul…
 
We ache to remember by the breaking of day,
but in the same moment,
we may wish to forget, as the light of the moon grows dim…
 
…for we wait our travels, when slumber visits us,
into the next upcoming nigh,
 
When we float so lightly beyond the starlit sky.
 
Ariana R. Cherry 2017
 
*(Scriptures from Job 33:15 and Job 7:14)
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FrozenInTimeGothPoem2017

Image  —  Posted: October 28, 2017 in Dark Poetry, Love Poetry, Poetry Art
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That Autumn Revolving Door
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…. I know, I’ve been here before…
The air has cooled,
the howling wind has chilled
and faded colored leaves make their journey to the ground..
Sometimes- I think I might have even seen a frown.

It’s that setting, the time that I remember from some years gone past…
Those memories that linger in my mind,
it all happened so fast…
I keep swearing that door is going to stay locked shut,
but here, I am again,
walking through that autumn revolving door.

Each year, for every leaf that falls, a tear lingers…
A moment from history, echoes fresh in my mind
from that other solemn ceremonial time…
No matter how hard I try,
That autumn door wickedly beckons…
and so, then the other yesterday’s memories flood in,
through that revolving door…

Once that chill in the air has set,
its that time of season,
where the past seems to act
on some obligatory debt…
and down memory lane,
we go,
walking through that autumn revolving door.

I keep waiting, for it all to be put to rest,
but, I just keep failing this life test…
My heart does a dance,
waiting for a chance

to ignore the door,
to not give in
or implore

This ole mind of mine,
the memories are a program.
Scheduled to reset…

When that first leaf hits the ground,
That autumn revolving door,
seems to be,
the only place where I can be found.

– Ariana R. Cherry 2017

OneLastKissPoem

Image  —  Posted: October 24, 2017 in Dark Poetry, Love Poetry, Web Content
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Charade
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Crouching in a corner down a hidden alley,
hoping that it doesn’t find me again…
the darkness has been creeping,
trying to sneak in…

I’ve flipped on a light,
hoping it would mask its cold depth,
but in the silence of the echoes,
it held up its hand, trying to start a horrid fight…

tip-toeing away from the hidden alley,
I search for that golden escape path
…so many times I’ve ran…
To stay safe, I was given the ultimate secret key..

But in an unexpected moment…
the blackness takes its wings
trying to swoop in and capture me.

Time has passed…
…Ive taken time to plan the best escape..

A midnight fog, filters in through the chilled darkness,
reflecting off the night sky-
showing me the beautiful bright stars…

But my mind, understands the charade….
For what is seen, does not appear to be the truth…
It is a farce
just bait….

.Echoes of various fears ring within my ears…
Prodding and poking, trying to provoke unrealistic tears…

Darkness tries to creep in…
My mind, holding strong…
fights to win

the game.

.I was given the secret key.
…time has passed…
I am not the same,
as I was, when it last passed through these tracks…

So…carry on,
carry on through the cold tempting wind…
I will not take your bait.

…so go,
Because I will not wait…

I will not play your charade.

– Ariana R. Cherry 2017

WhatifLifewasaMetaphorPHOTODOORS

Image  —  Posted: October 19, 2017 in Inspirational Poetry, Poetry Art, Web Content
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Insecurities
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Sometimes among a large crowd,
I think I hear everyone's chasing thoughts
and judgements within my mind, all echoing aloud...

but perhaps... it is just fear...
Just internal fear, screaming in my ear.

I see all of their intimidating eyes...
staring back at a so small me - 
and I wonder...
what is it, 
that they see?

Do they see...
the real me ?

Do I even want them to see?

Sometimes, in the midst of conversation,
I get lost...
...voices trail off to lands ago,
and my mind, calculates all the things
from hours ago - 
that I needed to know....

Before I realize it,
the conversation has gone...
and so have I...

...among friends,
I may talk, laugh and tell jokes to no end

But even then, after it is all over,
I wonder...
Did they laugh because they truly thought it was funny?
...or deep down...
Were they all just laughing at ... the real me?

In a world, so full of quick judgement
and unrealistic expectations....
...it can be difficult to be...
REAL...

Human emotions can be challenging...
Hard to ...understand...to reveal...
even difficult to admit - how you feel.

Do we openly cry when we are sad - 
or do we run away and hide, behind a closed door-
because we fear that it looks bad?

Do we worry what others will say...
Because perhaps - we don't feel like talking today?

...sometimes...we feel so small...
Because the world has made us feel like...
we aren't really here at all.

Perhaps many of us are feeling the same...
But we just don't explain...
Because we worry 
that it will make us seem... plain.

Or perhaps, some of us are afraid to just be...human.

....Are we ashamed?
...or have we become -
NUMB?

- Ariana R. Cherry 2017