A Caress Of Shadows

A small child, lost within

A dark forest, his imagination 

Flight, monsters and

Shadows dancing in the

Twilight.

He continues to press forward,

Searching for sanctum;

The thickening night

Obtruding ever closer upon

Him.

His journey brings him to the

Remains of a house, forgotten

With time;

He wanders inside, in search of

Solace, an escape from his

Monsters.

As the Shadows observe the child,

He lies down in the center of the den,

And drifts into his dreams,

Where he is king.

A Psalm Of Wanderings

Why do I keep running away?

Why am I always trying to hide?

My only desire is to be at your side,

So why am I always secreting my heart?

I play dead to fool me,

A ruse for me to believe

In the machinations of safety,

A guile for my deadened

Ears to slake my conscience.

All I want to do is run back home,

To fall into your arms again,

But I keep throwing myself into

This sub rosa oubliette,

Which I can no longer escape.

Please, save me from me.

Sharon's Wilting Rose

I run, ducking into alleyways,

Trying to hide from the man

I killed;

Fear’s grip grows strong

As it clenches my heart,

Panic weighing heavy

On my mind.

I duck behind the garbage,

Trying to evade that gentle

Voice;

He calls to me, begging me

To return home.

I dump the knife amidst the

Trash, trying to wipe the

Blood from my hands;

His pleas, echoing on the

Walls of the alleyway.

I cannot face my kill,

I cannot confront my design;

His calls tear at my soul,

And yet… I cannot accost

The Undying.

A Psalm Of Sorrows

set me free from the woes that bind me,

release me from the hell that haunts my

nights;

i don't know how much longer i can take this,

living a life that leaves you out of it;

oh my God, please don't turn from me again.

my heart drowns in the agony of not seeing your

face,

my soul burns to feel your gentle embrace once more,

what must i do to be recognized once more?

oh my God, please don't turn from me again.

search my lies and know that i tell the truth:

i cannot walk this path alone any longer;

your gentle touch is what i desire,

your warm embrace is what i crave;

oh my God, please don't turn from me again.

while i lie here, bleeding and dying,

maybe now you would hear my pleas?

Jesus, how much more do i need to suffer

before you will look upon me with favor?

oh my God, please don't turn from me again.

Loveloss

Everything dims…

My heart bleeds from

My pain—your blade—

All the while I suffer silently.

You watch as I hemorrhage

From the gaping wounds

In my chest, where your

Name is carved, where

Your knife ran through.

You observe the failing

Of my being, placing the

Knife you ran through my

Heart, at my side, after carving

Your name into my chest

With a smile.

While I searched for truth,

You bred only lies;

Your name is Thanatos,

And Deception your blade

That you used…

To end my life.

Never Mourned

When your eyes can no longer see my darkness,

WHen your heart can no longer feel my hell;

I shall bleed the blood of another,

And I shall exist amidst the deceased.

This life is but ash,

And my soul but dust;

I am nothing but a scarred vision

In the mirrors of reality.

Like a a cigarette

Burning at both ends,

I decay from within;

All the while,

Your eyes can no longer see my darkness,

And your heart can no longer feel my hell.

What Bleeds The Tears

To the decrepit hand of your Hero you cling,

While in a sea of apathy your Redeemer drowns.

Your transparent Champion, shattering

In the gale you watch;

On his sleeve your heart bleeds the pain

Of victorious failures;

Into the ruse of your Victor you play:

His a face of the mighty, and a soul of the frail.

Your false Savior, defeated and broken is he,

Hiding your ears from the truth:

Your Hero, the Blind One shall ever be

In this barren wasteland of

Forgotten dreams.

One Last Goodbye

Sauntering through empty streets,

My confidante lost along the way,

Boarded windows watching me like

Hollow chimeras.

With every step I take, the silence

Encroaches ever closer upon me,

My partner’s blissful words reverberating

In the back of my mind like silent

Whispers.

Vacant buildings, garnished in dust

My only vista,

My footfalls the only sound;

I cannot recall when or where or how

I lost my kindred soul:

Not a face, a smile, a caress, a laugh

Can I recollect, just darkness;

Just a burning hole in my heart that

My friend used to occupy.

As I sulk deeper into my loneliness,

I notice there are buildings no longer,

But rather I stand at a crossroads:

My heavy soul still unable to decide,

I continue to stare at the blank guidepost,

Willing an answer from the quietude…

Until finally, my lonesomeness answered

My question, and I began my somber

Wanderings once again, alone.

Near And Dear...

The next couple of works that I will be posting (One Last Goodbye & Never Mourned), are very personal for me, very close to my heart. I am not claiming that they are any good, however they do express something that I have been enduring. Please, forgive my "whining", but sometimes... you just have to bleed on the paper in order for the healing to begin.

Dom

A Mission In The Mansard

Like forgotten photographs

In the attic, it resides in 

Seclusion, heed never

Paid despite its worth.

It remains in a soiled box,

Seen, but never regarded;

Shifted and neglected

Whilst in search of

Forgotten memories.

Time fades into the black,

Yet it still remains 

Sequestered,

Ever to be disremembered

And disregarded like a

Vagabond of the garret.

What Bleeds The Tourniquet

Watching the blind soul wander
This barren wasteland of forgotten
Dreams,
The mirrors in the desolate trees
Reveal that what he cannot see:
The firmament bathed in crimson,
The earth swathed in ash.

With eyes stapled shut, and
A heart sewn tight, the Blind One
Continues his aimless journey,
Ever forgetting his life-wish.

When memories are but dust
Scattered to the four winds,
The essence but sand
In the hands of the Grim--
The Blind One shall be the guide
As he wanders this barren wasteland
Of forgotten dreams.

What Bleeds The Trilogy

I wrote a three-part series (just finished the final piece) called "What Bleeds The Trilogy"; this triptych is, to be honest, one of my pride and joys. I have spent many a night cogitating about how to write each one, how to make the three special in their own way, and yet, keeping a consistent theme running throughout. I sincerely hope that you will enjoy them as much as I have enjoyed writing them, and seeing one of my favorites posted here. I look forward to seeing any feedback. Merci beaucoup mes amis, au revoir.

Beyond

its like wandering through an empty cemetery

its like roaming through a fireless hell

this emptiness, raging through my heart.

its like hearing a voice in the distance

incapable of discerning what is spoken;

its like gazing at a canvas half finished,

never to fully comprehend the artists’

Desires.

why can i not put words to this 

blackness?

why can i not describe this darkness in my

soul?

my heart lingers beneath these crimson

florets,

ever desiring to be free of this shadow’s

shackles.

a failing yearning for meaning,

a dying aspiration for reason;

in the end, i am nothing more...

than a fading memory.

Getting Darker...

Normally, when I write, I tend to write some pretty dark stuff; one of my close friends had challenged me to write something more "upbeat" if you will, and My Chronicle's End was the result. However, it is not me, per se: I may have a positive message to convey, but my thoughts and ideas always tend to be pretty macabre, in a sense. Not in the sense of, "I'm bleeding on the picture you gave me for Valentine's" kind of dark, mind you. I will be posting one here shortly, and you will understand what I mean. I am deeply hoping that you will enjoy it.

The Defining Moments

Hey everyone, if you ever want to know what I am trying to say with my work, please, feel free to email me: domination.art@gmail.com. I would deeply love to hear from you, so please, feel free to contact me.

A Psalm Of Prayers

Whilst I sit in solidarity

Wishing upon the celestial,

I remember your name

And send my prayers to

Their heavenly ears.

These dark nights ever

Watch my wanderings,

Listening to my solemn

Requests,

They hear my thoughts

Of you and your journeys,

Hoping that joy is your companion,

And felicity your escort;

That your dreams are filled with

Pleasantries, and your heart

Is robust with revelry.

Whilst I suffer alone,

Wishing upon fantasies

And speaking my petitions

To nothing,

I shall ever wish that your

Travels are without my thorns.

A Separate Series

I have a separate series that I had started, more or less as a side project to kind of help me work through a writer's block I was experiencing awhile back. However, I honestly think that they came out aptly. If you are interested in reading them, they will be posted under the label, "Dom's Psalms".

My Chronicle's End

As my pain nears its time,

My mind wanders through memoir’s fog

Seeing the dreams long past

Like porcelain portraits,

A gallery of things lost.

Whilst my wanderings,

I notice several of the

Fragile photos are

Draped with white petals

Like first winter’s night;

As i watch the paintings

Unfold their silent scenes,

I see times of greater days

Spent with Her,

I watch as each work of art

Bears its own story,

Bringing me joy long forgotten,

Making me feel alive one last time,

Seeing Her again.

And now, as the angels grip my hand,

With promises of a better tomorrow,

I can see Her face again clearly

(so distinctly can I see Her radiant smile)

As She beckons me back to her side,

The only place I ever felt at home.

DOMination coming soon

Hello, and thank you so much for checking out my blog! I am truly grateful that you are here. My name is Dominique Artaud, and I am an aspiring writer, a poet to be more specific. I will be posting my work 1-2 times a week, and any feedback (good, bad, advice) is greatly appreciated. I welcome the opportunity to learn and grow as a writer. So please, come back by tomorrow, and I will have my first post on here for your viewing. Merci beaucoup, au revoir.