Archive for the ‘Horror Poetry’ Category

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IT Comes again…(Psychological Warfare)
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The mutterings of my intricate mind
Are louder than the whispers that float from my dry lips…
…the clouds of darkness swim into an already crowded room.
 
Its hours after midnight, and the battles return
for the hours that reside
Between our world and that other other-worldly realm.
I wave hello to my old nemesis once again as it approaches to sedate me with its nightmares…
 
A ghostly breath begins to choke me,
chasing away the light that had found a home,
Ringing in that old darkness that once haunted me,
Reminding me – that it hasn’t forgotten its old resting place,
Nor had I forgotten it….
…An old friend and enemy all in one….
Yet strangely comforting at such a wicked hour.
 
It comes again…
Like a prisoner with its ball and chain,
Always lingering, never quite gone,
Closing my eyes, I begin the horrific battle
inside its brutal nightmare…
 
Walking a thin wired tightrope line,
a crackling brimstone fire burning below,
My soul fighting for life from the eternal heat of fury…
The darkness strangles the bright light from within,
Evoking whimpering piercing cries that echo
throughout the haunting night….
 
It comes again…
Reminding me of its manifestations and what it can become…
Its never quite gone…just lingering….
Waiting for my heavenly light to dim…
The darkness…aching for my saved soul,
to drown in its weary woes…
 
The mutterings of my intricate mind…
So much louder than the cries that ache from my moist lips…
It’s psychological warfare…
Between this world, and that “other-worldly realm”
 
…It comes again…
Battling until dawn…
Waiting for me
To become
Undone.
 
– Ariana R Cherry 2018
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Eternal Haunting
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She fought within her mind,
the origin of her own mortality…
The completion of it all…
Her own eternal being would haunt her…
 
It seemed as if death itself, the dark knight,
beckoned upon her doorsteps,
rapping at her door in rhythmical undertones…
 
The young soul, sat, perched in her black leather recliner,
hunkering down in fear, hoping for the rapping to quiet.
 
Her mind would shout louder than the fear that trapped her.
But those mindful conundrums wouldn’t drown out
death’s rhythmical rapping.
 
Eternity was craved, yet still feared within her heart.
She ached for warmth and light,
and for the darkness of death to let her go…
She hoped for a brilliant eternal light instead, to show.
…and to just, blow away the coldness of death
and its ever, mindless endless rapping.
 
– Ariana R Cherry 2018
Uniinvited
Uninvited
 
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?
 
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Ariana R Cherry 2018
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No Fear
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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.

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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

ALONE.

Marked to be an outcast…

and an innocent hope…

SHATTERED

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