Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Poem: Can I Fathom?



Can I fathom?

Envisioning bliss in a world so surreal,
an eternity carrying on for universes,
mile after mile.
Can I fathom an eternity?

A life grounded, feet planted into the earth,
breathing in brisk air,
Warmth from the sunshine,
basking down on my face.
Can I fathom not standing here?

Closing my eyes,
and listening to my heart rest,
As I head to sleep,
I can only hope that
I have passed the ultimate test...
Do I know the meaning of an eternity?

Dreamily, I stare at the nighttime skies,
in love with the stars that twinkle in tune
to the music that plays in the evenings.
The cool air rushes past my hair,
as I silently give thanks in a silent prayer.

Can I really believe,
that I may not always be standing
in night-times such as these?

Such thoughts, at times, give me a fear.
Not because I don't believe in the great maker,
but because, it's you that I won't be near.

This heavenly earth, 
where I entered,
after my mother gave birth.
I've fallen in love.
How can I leave,
if everything will be too far away
for my touch?

Into the worldly clouds,
I longingly stare
for as long as I am allowed
afraid, that it will disappear-
or that I won't be there.

I reach as high as I can,
and leap as far as possible
across the earthly lands.
And I Kiss my last kiss,
embrace my last embrace
and touch the last brightest star.

Can I really fathom an eternity...
an eternal home
for you and me?

-Ariana R. Cherry 2014

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Fashionista Gal Cartoon


Fashionista Gal Cartoon

Poem: Poe is Out












"Poe" is Out

For the longest time,
she hid within the darkest 
part of the secret woods,
awaiting to make
her big appearance.

Years ago, she escaped there,
to get away from the
noisy obscurities of the world.
Too much reality
had poisoned her sacred innocent soul.

Back into the damp earth,
she made a bed of timber and tree leaves,
where she would lay down with her running thoughts
trying to put her mind at ease.

Years before, she was a shining star,
glittering across the skies
and basking in the sunlight.
She wrote stories of laughter,
that won everyone's heart
with happiness and delight.

But then, the hardness of pungent music
filtered in through the glitter,
turning it into tattered dust.
And viewing too much of unreal reality entertainment
just made her bitter.

No longer did her words sparkle across the sky.
In fact, the noise became so loud,
it was all she could do, not to cry.

Into the forest, she retreated
because in her heart,
she felt that the world had been defeated.

But now...

After some years of her forest retreat,
she's bringing into the world
a new kind of beat.

The leaves of her timbered bed have rustled
and the winds are pouring in,
She's ready for her new stories to begin.

Those forest friends had some stories to share,
They've helped her peel back, that hidden layer.

She's ready to make some of her own noise.

"POE" IS OUT.

-Ariana R. Cherry 2014

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Checkered Curves


Checkered Curves...

Poem: Soul Fight














Soul Fight

There's a heaviness that haunts 
my heart in the darkness
and a hand that grips my
soul in all of its fears.

I scream at its horrid pain
as I try to escape all
the madness that was kept locked inside.

You torture me into the night,
plaguing me with all of
the insecurities from the previous day
trying to hold me back
from that healing light,
that I so desperately seek to find.

Unsettling thoughts, bits of rage
and all of the stress
that secretly got let out of its cage,
are here alone with me
as it works its way into a fit,
trying to bind my tortured spirit.

Again, I scream in agony,
trying to release the wrenching pain
that has enveloped my frightened soul.

I seek for a higher power,
to rescue me from this
haunting and treacherous fight.

My heart is so heavy 
that it hurts,
decompressing my air,
that I can't breathe
from the poison that this
anger releases. 

Desperately, I look 
for the golden light
and a sense of lightness
to escape all the rage
from the darkness
that escaped from its cage.

Solace is what I seek,
Because this fit of fury
was only for the meek.

The heaviness of my heart,
is tearing my soul apart
as the darkness tries to find
a way inside
to all the secrets that I desperately
tried to hide. 

I pray to my glorious light,
for a way to victoriously fight

My soul screams for release
reaching its hand to the holy high
to its mighty creator
who reigns somewhere beyond the sky. 

Pulling from the darkness
and out from the heaviness in my heart,
I begin to put back the pieces
that the anger tried to tear apart.

The darkness may try to hold and break me
But my soul,
Will always be faithful
and glorious to Thee. 


-Ariana R. Cherry 2014

Poem: Soul Judgement

Soul Judgement

I sat, silent and still.
Vulnerable to your judgement.
My soul, open and naked for you to see.
I let you see it,
in all its purity.
You promised not to judge.

I sat, silent and still,...
while you gazed into 
the most infinite and precious
part of you me.

You promised not to judge.

I sat, silent and still,
tears sliding down my face,
But I stood brave 
in all of my faith...
You PROMISED NOT TO JUDGE.

I sat, silent and still.
listened to words that made no sense.
You talking of all things,
that I had unseen
or were past tense.

Here, my soul,
bare open for you.
This is what I get in return?
The least you could do is wipe 
away the tears on my face.
But you stand there,
allowing them to wipe away the grace
that I had.

I get up,
no longer silent and still.
I cover up my soul,
no longer there for you to see.

A gift,
taken with no thought
It shall be you who will be judged.
My soul can not be bought.

And now you,
one day,
will stand in judgement.

While I will be washing away the impurities
and trying to regain
my grace. 

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Checkered Cross and Leaves


Checkered Cross and Leaves

Poem: Healing Spring




HEALING SPRING

I feel your wind on my face
as the sun tries to uncover itself
from its darkened space.

The breeze shifts directions,
bringing on a weathering change.

A distant warmth reaches out
touching my cold bare skin
as it rises my temperature from within.

I can feel you so close,
as you blow through my hair.

The echoes of spring
whisper in the air.

Mother nature is dancing through my soul
and I urge the darkened winter ghoul
to crawl back into its underground hole. 

I feel your changing winds in the air
Soon your bountiful bright colors will
spread everywhere.

Everything will be a'new 
once again.... 

The changing of the season
give us a living reason,
as we dance to your amazing grace
feeling the greatness of your healing glow
on our face. 

-Ariana R. Cherry

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