Archive for the ‘Dark Poetry’ Category



The mutterings of my mind,

Are sometimes so deeply

buried beneath my soul,

That not even I,

Can comprehend the meaning….

For which I seek…

– Ariana R Cherry 2017

Season Three
…another year, wrapped under the tree.
Tis’ the third season has come
and the traveling winds have whispered through
the winds of change…
I once was there,
in a fog of darkness and despair…
and now I stand here,
near the branches of the trees,
where the air has become pure and clear.
For how many glorious sunsets have I counted
since such time has passed,
and how many midnight moons have graced the skies,
shining through the clouds….
where time could feel as if it were standing still,
yet moving so fast…
I had stumbled through the nostalgia of seasons one
and then there were the rocky roads
which I traveled throughout a second.
A season where lessons were learned-
even on those strangulated nights
where a chaotic world had become undone..
and Now…tis, season three…
in some ways, the air feels a bit more free,
but even as another holiday sweeps in,
there are days,
that there just isn’t complete joy
in putting tinsel upon that tree…
For as time passes,
some say a journey should be simpler…
…why wallow and whimper?
I like to believe, through our life scenes,
we only grow wiser…
yes, time may heal such wounds,
but there are days, the memories hang low
and are able to be touched by the tip of
a finger…
But then, I step ahead forward and trudge through this familiar season,
and hang thy head above the murky fog…
I’ll take my horse and journey on
for thy third will not be timeless
and the following year shall tick-tock-
with the bells ringing strong.
And he then shall whisper through the wind…
“Hold your heart true…
Life is a journey,
…stay strong, and keep, moving on….”
Ariana R. Cherry 2017
Battle of My Dreams
Night after night,
as my head hits the evening pillow,
I wish the moon adieu
and close my tired eyes tight…
I await to blissfully nod off
into a cosmic starlit darkness,
but mixed psychedelic memories
play scene after scene throughout my mind…
As my conscious battles with my subconscious
trying to solve puzzling questions that it can’t seem to find the answers to.
My mind just cannot rest….
This life, has underwent so many trying tests…
And now, sleep deprived..
I can no longer escape to that cosmic peace
that I wanted to find.
I’ve tried counting the stars,
I’ve tried dreaming of glorious fields of heaven
and I’ve even tried to listen for the soft classic piano
that so lightly dances upon my ears
from another worldly dimension…
but the memories,
They are so distraught
The battle has stolen my peace
for which I so courageously fought.
Winter solstice
just isn’t the same,
as my mind plays this never-ending game
where sleep never wins…
For the winter once carried an innocent child-like flair
with cheerful holidays dancing in the air…
But there are nights, the darkness lies upon the clouds
burying them in a sullen death-shroud.
Time speeds up so fast,
but then there are those times,
where the ticking of the clock just seems to forever last…
and I wish
for the shine of the sun upon a brightly lit care-free summer day
But now, this dream-like state continues to stay.
Give me rest upon my cosmic star,
so I can float through that peaceful star-lit darkness….
and it carries me warmly through the light
upon sunrise…
Rescue me from the doom of looping REM sleep…
Give me peace
and deliver me
– Ariana R. Cherry 2017



The Valley of Death and Dry Bones

…once I trudged through that valley of death…
I forsaw the malevolent evil
as it reveald itself behind a dark foreboding curtain…

Fear, it smiled wickedly,
a mortal character it was, cackeling loudly,
Frightening my innocent spirit
and twisting my darkened soul
as the child inside hungered for a light home.

Through the bones, I trudged,
hearing the whispers crying out for freedom
that were burned in torturous flames…

I feared the evil-
for so, thy heart, thought
it was alone.

In the valley of death,
twas a grim atmosphere…
No light, beckonded its way in,
For my shouts of reckoning were gasped in such thickened air…

And so, thou art, questioned,
why my soul shall reign in such a valley…
For why was I brought to swim through the aching brittle remains of yesteryear?

…a voice beckonded, I was to tell thy story,
of how, a warrior, walked through the valley,
where hopeless souls mourn for a beating heart
of everlasting love…
Struggling to repair broken bones
that were morbidly ripped apart.

and so, I journeyed through
that valley,
through the shadow of death…

Evil reaked
putrid and insincere.

Shall breath be breathed into
such wicked hearts?
…or were these tortored souls,
purely victims of life gone astray?

For once too, this heart did trod,
and breath was breathed into me…

Shall I proclaim the same mercy
so that they too,
will find an immortal love
for all eternity?

– Ariana R. Cherry 2017



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)



That Autumn Revolving Door

…. 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