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Something mysterious…
almost haunting
lingers within…
Heavy atmosphere,
and unknown energies dance
around her soul’s outer-edges…
A force, tugs at her aching heart through each sunrise
and follows after the late afternoon sunset,
and then again, as the moon rises to the night sky
to join the band of astrological constellations and stars.
Something silently lingers.
For it is present…
with no name,
but a driven force, that grows closer each day…
She is not alone.
An invisible presence follows her every waking move…
The blowing seasonal wind quietly whispers her given name,
but with a quick glance…
there is no gentleman or dame.
Her beating frightened heart, fills with varied emotions,
and tugs heavy on her curious soul…
For someone is constantly seeking…
There is a persistent goal.
But why do they call her name?
For her daily footsteps are followed,
and recorded, etched in the invisible air…
and whispers echo, passing through the
long strands of her hair…
The uninvited, hover above…
as she surrounds herself in nothing but
an overwhelming bounty of love…
Uninvited guests they are…
Yet persistent – here they stay.
No definite answers come to mind.
Although her spirit is unsure of what there is to find.
Echoes of their historical past, arise every day,
She calmly bows her head…
sending forth her wondering questions
as she feverishly prays…
And in response,
The wind blows ever so sweetly,
dancing throughout the cool air…
But why do they call her by name?
Ariana R Cherry 2018
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No Fear
And so my dear darling,
do not sit and weep,
For the thoughts you keep,
are only in the core
of your lonely dreams.

Hear the voices from your head,
lead you away from the
fear that you call dread.

The things that you are
afraid of the most,
Are the woes,
that only persist
to stay with you
as a host.

My sweet darling,
be still.
Be at peace.
Your world may seem at war,
But it is just those reoccuring fears
that continue to come unwanted,
knocking at your door.

In the late of of the night
or the early morn hours,
You sit up alone in
the cold darkness,
wishing for the one
you love to come hold you close
and keep you warm.

But do keep in mind,
the peace that you seek,
and the justice that you need,
is merely just inches away
in the solitude of your heart.

You are not alone,
you never were.
Don’t let the fear
take over…
For it has no control.

Only love can conqueor
the dread, that tries
to fill your troubled soul.

Hear your heartbeat,
Sense the loving spirits
that surround you when
they arrive at your rescue.

See the light shine through the darkness.
Feel the love flowing in your heart.
Never let the haunted dread,
tear your world apart…

Although your world may
seem at war…
It’s the love that will always
continue to fight…

Fear will subside,
it will worry you
never more…

Ariana Cherry 2015

Here is a video of a reading from my epic poetic tale, “Only If” – Canto 1.


The Outcast

I’d rather not say that I am insane,

My mind will not comprehend such a thing,

Nor would appreciate you to suggest so…


But it is absolute pain that erases the numbness..

Not a smile, laugh, frown, sadness…

Or your hand upon my knee…

It is blunt pain, that paints such a villainous smirk on me.


For it is the putrid bright lights that make me uncontrollably weep,

And the darkness which instills joy…

Singing me a haunting tune to which I dance and leap…


I must honestly confess that while my heart is twisted,

I cannot lie,

But something softly touches my blackened heart

When a harvest moon falls from the bleak sky….


People have banished me

And left me for dead…forsaken

They robbed me of my stars.

An outcast I was wretchedly marked,

So excuse me, if I choose darkness instead…


While such a heart as mine is a bit deranged,

It shall not mean that it is stone cold,

For my bitter tears flow in the frigid air under the dim moonlight…


I was left to survive


Marked to be an outcast…

and an innocent hope…


Banished to live in torturous darkness instead….


Into the shadows, I creep

And under the midnight sky, I weep.


To all the mortals who have banished me…

Who marked this crushed spirit an outcast,

I was just born into darkness,

As I carried the burden of utter loneliness

And my pain,

Was the only thing

That set me free.

-Ariana R. Cherry 2017




A Short Epic Poetic Tale

The Traveler of Darkness


Into the darkness, I had once trod.
Above, darkness blinded the dim moonlight and dead stars.
The thick foggy air was so icy cold that a
puddle of tears lay frozen on my pale cheek.
Lonely, my overused heart had broken into
a million crushed pieces.
Lost, into an unclear fog, I had traveled afar.

I am a traveler of the darkness.
Thy heart and eyes
have seen the unseen
walking on uncharted pathways in a haunted fog.

Into the midnight darkness,
we will weep
until our eyes
can no longer fall prisoner to sleep.

I am a traveler of the darkness…
who fought their way into a lost light.
What once I thought was unreachable,
finally called out my unspoken name.

“To you, journey man- I call to you…
To rise, and welcome me in…
I am here – holding your broken heart!
Listen closely – it’s beating!
Come traveler, death has not awakened yet!”

Up high,
the unlit moon was pale black
and the dead stars collapsed to the frozen dirty ground.
For I reached down to rescue a fallen star,
only to have it melt in my hands,
and then I found myself utterly alone.

Until a brilliant light,
shone unto me
and called for me once again…

“Journey man! Come to me,
Your spirit is warm-
for it is not lost.
Your heart beats are intense with vigor!
Hold out your hand-
For the light above
will deliver you awakened love!”

Inside, a cold broken heart
attempted to feel the warmth from its deathly coma.
So blind, I had felt,
I had trod through a haunted darkness.
For I had thought, pain had delivered me a faithless eternity…

“See the dark clouds overhead traveler!
For they have broken!
For thy fog has cleared the way…”

I am a traveler of darkness
who fought the path
to a lost hopeless light.
For I have seen the unseen.
In an agonizing moment,
my beating heart was lost in a haunted coma…
For I had thought, pain had delivered me a faithless eternity…

and then, a bleak fog began to rise
when a brilliant light
called out my name.

Death has not awakened.


Ariana R. Cherry 2017




Untold Secrets

Through the heavy depths of a cloudy murky fog,
Secrets lay low, careful to not make a sound.
Behind the black curtain of hidden darkness,
the unknown is still,
waiting to be released
to the unexpected.

Inside the lonely night of moonlight and stars,
one’s hope is deceiving
as madness waits to scream.

The waiting arms of terror sit patiently
to capture the wanderers in search
of the unexpected…
To imprison those on a search for the untold secrets.

The heart of madness
and the spark of terror
make up such a monstrous creature of horror
who waits for his unforeseen captives…

Captives who tip-toe through the somber blackness
to unlock the enlightening treasures of untold dreadful nightmares
and solve the secrets that only appear in lucid dreams.

The answers that go untold buried far beneath a crumbling earth
and a hope that gets lost and carried away into the abyss.

The captives attempt to capture faith
to keep it warm in the horrid blackness of the grim night
as the secrets go unspoken,
forever being imprisoned to the terror that blankets
a trembling world on hold
as it waits
in a frightening silence.

-Ariana R. Cherry 2017