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Agony is a Dancer

the dancer performs
spins through the air
erotic gestures
a flirtatious flair
sensual inflammation
a luring elicitation
a provocative snare drum beats pounding rhythm
to erotic bumps and grinds
pole gyrations
around she winds
hidden from the crowd
her agonizing tears
internal pain that whines shards of desolation
illusion on the dance floor
esurient menfolk
hunger for an encore
waving dollars with a dare
agony counts the minutes
dancer screams ‘no more’

©dorianna 2015

Haunting Guilt

her image wanders the alleys of his mind
her memory lingers in a silent scream

when the moon is blue her vision haunts
a tormenting retribution to his soul

he calls out her name in anguish
there is no answer she is gone

he cries out remorse too late 
her ears no longer hears his apology

only her haunting memory remains 
no one to give absolution to his guilt

©dorianna 2014

Caught In The Storm

I enjoyed you like a gentle rainfall
in the illusion of peach blossoms
heavens emitted the scent of passion
love’s profusion, electric sensations
I was swept into the soothing spray
an affectionate shower of deception

destruction struck in duplicity
guise manifested in a darkened sky
foreboding clouds and whipping winds
stark thunder of impending doom
abusively uprooted the sprouting tree
love’s roots had never been planted

danger lit the warning skies
there came a storm of furious rage
gentle rain now an angry downpour
shattered dreams, broken limbs
heeding too late the disaster warnings
caught in the midst of your abusive storm

© Dorianna 2013

 

Prison Walls

This is every young girl’s story who had to endure sexual abuse at the hands of a trusted man, be it her natural father, stepfather, or another trusted relative.

I watch the shadow of a man
confused, I do not make a sound
I look around to search for mama
she is no where to be found

does she hide-a-way deliberatelyprison walls
pretending everything is fine
that within these lovely walls
there exists no malefic crime

stealthily he leans across my bed
his words are soft; his body hard
the innocence of a child is lost
body, mind and heart is scarred

there are no words ever spoken
concerning his malevolent deed
mama lowers eyes and covers ears
whenever I beg her to give heed

for many years I am his prize
until of age I could rebel
freeing myself from my tormentor
though still imprisoned in his hell

the memories are my torture
relived at night; my prison wall
silent sobs plead for freedom
to raise my eyes and stand up tall

©Dorianna 2013

Double-Sided Tongue

the vile tongue of hypocrites
does comprehend soon enough
a despicable tongue is double-sided
turns to bite back in due season
there is no respect among the diabolical

fiendish deeds are like a mirror
one’s acts repeated upon the evil doer
he does come to know in darkness
full recompense for his injustice
he weeps in sad regret too late

©Dorianna

Damnation

visited the old house today
long neglected but won’t go away
once lovely rose garden hiding crimes
a haunting forest of tangled thorns abandoned
in all this time the ivy vine entwines
like a new owner on a rampage
trying to conceal the ghostly screams

the empty walls have no muffling
still whispers mock with dirty secrets
reminders of scars clawed upon my soul
so many skeletons these walls hold
closets filled with evil laughter
we tried so hard to hide
the terror buried deep inside

till these walls have died
every brick and mortar crumbled
secrets rise at midnight
with a mighty rumble
to dance an evil celebration
of the soul’s damnation

©Dorianna

 

 

 

Reflections

there are times
my reflection is unrecognizable
unpleasant to observe
muddied by the deeds
that betray my character
when lies to myself
have denounced
my identity

 

 I scurry away
from the image
the falsified reflection
least the guilt
of misdeeds consumes me

 I stray from the mirror
until I purge  the iniquitous act
from my thoughts and intention
when self is revived
my truth, once again alive
until I have forgiven the sin
of pretense, in order to be loved

 

 then, only then
do I behold my reflection
cleansed of wrongful thoughts
purified in honesty
appealing to my heart
a pulchritudinous image
to a conscience of individuality
embraced by an honest soul

©dorianna

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