Dark Poetry: Uncertain Melancholy

UNCERTAIN MELANCHOLY Uncertain melancholy in the midst of a still moonlit evening, I find myself apprehensive of a timeless clock that keeps on ticking. Tiresome minutes crawl on by, but the precise seconds are obnoxious, screaming out of tune in a cramped mind. Throughout this evening of blinding moonlight, I pen ambiguous thoughts, while each

Dark Poetry: Faith in Dreary Days – in a World Gone Mad

FAITH IN DREARY DAYS in a World Gone Mad ———————- My friends, I understand that your day has become nigh for our brooding hearts have broken with a heavy sigh to our dismay. Thy moon has broken, while the stars have withered, into the darkness, our innocence grips by an insignificant thread… Day into nigh,

Gothic Short Story, Only If, receives 5-star Review

  Ariana Cherry’s gothic horror short story, “Only If,” received a 5 star review from ReadersFavorite.com. Reviewed by Chris-Jean Clarke for Readers’ Favorite Only If by Ariana R. Cherry opens with Bill, an elderly dishevelled man, ranting to himself in his jail cell. He has been accused and found guilty of the murder of his

Dark Poetry: Life Thief

LIFE THIEF …trapped In a somber compassionless barren room. Thy thoughts were alone, whispering in her lonely chattering mind. Silence poured from its salvating mouth, while febrile air burned her face. Sinking low, impeled into a corner. Life thief! running away with thy mutilated heart, only to pour out its warm crimson blood. Held prisoner

Dark Poetry: Trapped in Thy Mind

Deep lurid secrets were buried beneath innocent bones… Her skin unraveled aching to set them free. Beyond the light, something mystical was unsettling to thee… Shrieks of agony and Piercing screams of ecstasy echoed throughout thy delirious mind. Hidden memories lay dormant. Unsound. Unkept. The only escape were through the tears, thee wept. Erratic. deranged.

On Writing Horror: why?

…..Horror gets a bad vibe sometimes…. People ask – “Why do you write about horror?” “What got you involved in the “dark side?” ….  –First of all….”The dark side?” – All of us “involved,” aren’t necessarily evil. Nor, are we bad people. Many of us are kind loving individuals who just happen to be very

Dark Poetry: She Holds the Keys

She Holds the Keys In the sparkling moonlight she did lay upon the damp bare ground gazing lazily at the dancing stars. Her beauty of innocence and peace reflecting upon thy night sky. Beyond such dazzling young eyes, was a genius mind filled with everlasting stories filled of yesteryear and wisdom of centuries… An old

Dark Poetry: Betroth to Thee/Examination of Thy Mind

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Dark Poetry: Sweet Deadly Lullaby

A poem for the Halloween season – or for when the midnight has escaped with the moon… Not scary, just slightly…eerie. A deadly sweet lullaby. ________________________________ Sweet Deadly Lullaby A soft lowly eerie lullaby did play ever so sweetly into the midnight… Its tunes strumming the beats of my heart and tickling the faucets of

Dark Poetry: King of Pain

King of Pain …With echoes of the haunted whispering in the breeze, I found myself hanging low, down on my knees, kneeling to a king who held the key to my prison, not allowing me to be free…. In his dark chamber, he sat, ruler of his throne, with a voice louder than thunder and