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Onyxceila Ravenwood Poem
I can feel this rage boiling,
Bubbling to the top.
I can feel it catching fire,
Gathering heat nonstop.
Trampled on, belittled, and used,
With pain and anger suppression fused,
Cap to bottle where pressure grew.
A rageful burst ignites a flame,
A violent urge inside creates
An urgent need to purge what’s sane.
So I tipped the ladle and poured my pain,
Into molds I cast from my shame,
Where molten bone is cooled with haste
To form the blackest glass to claws and fangs.
From iron ladle, fall tears like viscous drips,
Drops that burn the softness from my fearful lips.
Fire quickly desecrates
The innocence I held in vain,
My tongue reforged in Satan’s grip,
Now a sharpened blade my speech equips.
The blackened sneer drawn on my face,
Upon my soul has left phosphorus stain.
My body begins to seize and twitch,
And from my mind my memory slips.
Chunks of time from sight erased,
Under pressure the chainmail breaks.
Self-control not mine to claim,
Within my bones, I feel the itch.
With a second pop, my seams have split,
My one body now, shares two minds.
A ferocious fire burns inside,
It lights the forge that brings to life
A creature birthed from rage’s flame
That from my being can now escape.
Using my body, it contorts my frame,
A primitive urge to destroy untamed.
With my bladed tongue, it speaks in rhyme,
That death by cane a passion’s crime.
But just to show his civilized side,
Chosen next be a deadly shade of night.
Under shadowed fate our souls entwined,
But don’t confuse his name with mine.
If what you cherish is your life,
It would yet be best to call him,
Mr. Hyde.
Copyright © Onyxceila Ravenwood | Year Posted 2023
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PAIN, the raw blistered truth of the wrongfully made choice laid bare and exposed.
JEALOUSY, the corrosively selfish vanity-fed flame that burns impatiently for an unearned reward that is solely deserved.
GREED, the insatiable festering itch to consume all in exchange for self entirely.
SHAME, an echoing shadow stamped upon a piece of time corroded by the consent of wickedness.
DOUBT, the panicked teter upon the tight rope suspended between distrust and questions unanswered
HATRED, the tiny acidic drips of a vicious flame turning to ash every speck of happiness, wisdom, and love within its reach.
FEAR, the all-consuming black sand stretching its way up your thigh stealing stealthily from you, your worth, your life.
SPITE, the unripe immature fervor that breastfeeds only petty rage, to strip you of your honor.
ANXIETY, the quaking thoughts that fall into the cracks of bone and turn to rubble your skeletal frame
SELF DESTRUCTION, the inevitable dwelling place of the invaded mind.
Copyright © Onyxceila Ravenwood | Year Posted 2023
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Onyxceila Ravenwood Poem
Captured
Sometimes I close my eyes so I can't see
Sometimes I feel so close
So trapped I can't breathe
Just want to be by myself
Just set me free
Just let me be
Release me
You've got me in this cocoon
that I can't pry open
So I scratch and I punch and I pull at it
till my fingers bleed
You've trapped me in this box
where I can't breathe
So I yell and I fight
till the box fills with my screams
Just let me be
Just set me free
Release me
You've got me in this world
Where my head is spinning
It's spinning so quick
That I can't see
You've got me feeling clostaphobic
Now let me go before I panic
Shut up so I don't go insane
Shut up so I don't go insane
Sometimes I close my eyes so I can't see
Sometimes I feel so close so trapped
I can't breathe
I just want to be by myself
Just set me free
Just let me be
Release me
Why do you torment me for your pleasure
Keep me in this cage so I don't run
Why do you treat me like a prisoner
Do you do this all for fun
Just let me be
Just set me free
Release me
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Onyxceila Ravenwood Poem
Veiled Love
The true depths of selfishness
I had never touched
Until I met you
Never feeling its cuts,
I could have never knew
Just how bladed it was
Victim after victim a glutenous lust
Seeming to serve you all that you want
While feeding on your primal thoughts
Striping the essence from all that you love
Instilling the eternal instinct of one
tunneled was your view
Only seeing you
in your kaleidoscoped mirage, I was lost
Nothing exists
just you and the witch
she feds on your gluttonous thoughts
Isosceles love
entangled I was
Within a diseased love
That wove with shadowed threads
The witches veil
What was beneath I couldn't tell
Upon the glowing ground
Within the scorched realm
Scared and burnt I thought I had been found
you wiped the tears from my Cheek
For so heavily did I weep
As the broken tears they all fell
with rehearsed lies
you webbed the lines
Of promises you'd never keep
Well-practiced was he
I was desperate and naive
completely Blinded by his spell
I was TO thankful to see
That you had no scars on your feet
yet barefoot through Hell
You roamed Free
you cloaked me in a dream
swept me off of my feet,
fed me clotted love
You said were berries
And with every bite
A thicker fog claimed my sight
And unbeknownst to me
Was a trap already sprung
I was engulfed, entombed in love
And for the first time, I could hear the witch speak
I am his
she shrieked
Leave now
she howled
Then with demonic laughter, she said unto me
For from you, he will feed
And his greed, I will breed
and from my womb his dreams
I will bore
My 2nd mistake
was in this moment made
And with heroic ignorance as my sword
I placed full blame
For the venom soaked veins
That poisoned our blossoming love
On the tighting grip of a succubus
and with no real view of the truth I swore
To free you from her grasp
And with freedom at last
Our chance at love, restored
Our roots could finally break through the floor
Day after day
there would prove Only pain
For years I fought
To free you
Or so I thought
But as life dimly passed
time chipped away at your mask
the shadowed veil was now torn
Caught in my gaze
Was the cast the light made
A shadowy display
Of your horns
An immobile state
You worked hard to maintained
holding me beneath my own shame
In the depths of that bottomless swamp
A view of the witch I had not
deeper into the blackness I further sank
Continued with Part Two...
Copyright © Onyxceila Ravenwood | Year Posted 2023
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my mind is screaming
merely mimicking my lost design
my heart is bleeding
memories of a dissolved time
With the scorned child, I thought gone
the next stage of life has now begun
Feeling lost within my own doom
feeling as though I'm surrounded
Crowded within this room
screaming at the top of my shattered lungs
Not a single soul wavers
no one bothered to look up
They walk right through my scattered limbs
Leaving behind their muddy scuffs
Dancing upon them
Like leaves blown onto the street
Late into an autumn dusk
Trampled upon are the ones not seen
And on top of my punctured ribs, they stand
As if designated to their blind feet
This decaying plot of land
Porous and indented
with rubber soles imprinted
A pathway for others and nothing more
My torso became fused with the floor
my hand stretched to the sky
Grasping for any signs of life
My own existence I now struggle to find
But no plea no cry no sorrowful why
Passed through my lips are ever heard
Never acknowledged, not a single word
No value in me
Do others see
So I find myself in the dirt
Questioning my own existence
And it was in this very instance
Because the thought that I do not
was so Persistent
I prove to myself I exist
Because where else
but one's self
Would an owned thought live
So self I have no matter how distant
Self equals existence
But does it prove that I live
what is life but the execution of one's mind
Thinking about it and then creating it into time
So just maybe my problem does not lie
in the acknowledgment that I can not find
But in the value I have placed within it
And through my childish eyes
I view myself with the value I was given
And through these eyes, I see not
The value in myself or my thoughts
Thus with time into reality i create loss
Now the question has changed
and the new question raised
is how do I find value in something
where previously no value was placed
Who I am need to be reappraised
My childish eyes that once gave
A view of my worth
established at birth
Into this blackened dirt
They shall be laid
With newly found worth
Love for the child I gave
For value in her, I placed
And upon the replenished earth
A foundation was finally laid
I walk, rising from the dirt
A path that I have made
Forever Changed
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To feel the light's nurturing embrace,
Is to have danced within darkness’s gaze.
For from the womb of suffering,
Is the place where strength is born.
And the bosom of pain,
Where happiness drank its fill,
Is the place knowledge is stored.
And through the act of deceit,
Truth is conceived.
And in the belly of hatred,
Love plants its seed.
And in life’s internal furnace,
Balance is believed.
For to drink from an empty cup,
Does no one any good.
And to fill a cup already full
Means you only get half,
Of what you should.
So drink from the cup,
Before it is filled.
Keep your balance,
Mind your tilt.
Truly immerse yourself,
Take it all in.
Envelop your soul in the gifts,
Life freely gives.
Copyright © Onyxceila Ravenwood | Year Posted 2024
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You've made me feel
weak
Pathetic
Small
You've made me feel
Inadequate
Shameful
unloveable
And raw
You halted my dance
And forced me to crawl
You taught me true fear
I'll never trust anyone
Ever
Not at all
You've fed me to the wolves
And left me to rot
Berated my name
And proved im easily forgot
You've made me feel
Jealous
Sad
Enraged
You've made me feel
Vacant
Hungry
And caged
Even with walls already built
From deep within me
you stole
My hopes and my dreams
My chance
At ever being whole
left bewildered and broken
Sunken and cold
Questioning How to protect
What is left
of my soul
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Into your being, Aeolus blew
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur.
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you.
People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross placed around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball and chain—
a disaster not yet made.
With jealous words they chose to speak
but I saw the magic
they were too blind to see.
Your chaos was brilliant;
you were beautiful to me.
You calmed in my presence
enough that I could see
your aura painted with every color known to be.
And when your eyes met mine,
I could tell
they saw beyond my earthly shell.
And within your essence of spinning hues,
I saw something else there too:
a sadness,
a sadness I swore to love out of you,
to preserve the magic in your dance.
So I gave you my loyalty, time and patience
for my love already lived within your essence’s grasp,
I was determined to heal the tear in your heart,
to mend without scars all your shattered parts.
While in my soul's embrace,
your shadows seemed to wane.
With time, the darkness did ascend—
you felt no more pain,
no heaviness within.
But as the shadows left your face,
your cyclonic presence softened its pace.
With your heart filled
and your sadness erased,
I watched your vortex still
and its colors fade.
Happy and whole, you felt content
in the family we created, in the life we lived.
Feeling ashamed, I began to pull away,
remorseful, burying the ache I could not explain.
I was angry with my own heart
for feeling confused—
in the absence of your color, I had lost my muse.
For the murder of inspiration,
my love stands accused,
missing all the initial cues
that the sadness I sought to remove
was more important to me
than I ever knew
I understand now what your sadness did—
it held open the wound where your magic lived.
And the pain that wound made, it gave like a gift,
stitching new feeling to every color it bled.
And with every new color, reality bent,
giving birth to a finale of colorful sparks
That ignited the beautiful whirlwind of chaos
I loved with every ounce of my heart
Copyright © Onyxceila Ravenwood | Year Posted 2024
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With the moonlight shines her beauty
Running parallel is her grace
Exuberant is her vibrance
But with trickery, she is laced
As dangerous as she is poisonous
Even more so
she is ravenous
Yet still He hungers for a taste
He thought her lips were like cherries
In truth, they are Lucifer’s berries
Now he finds himself delirious
Every part of her belonging to he
The Devil's Deadly Lady
Beauty within toxicity
So be wary of her touch
For death be its cost
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All you ever fed me was cruelty and pain, Starving,
I consumed every morsel, every drop I drank.
Instructed to stay quiet, Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested, and never appear displeased.
Always take what I am gifted with a smile upon my face.
And the only expressions permitted to be given are those of gratitude and thanks.
Every day, with words and fists like blades, you cut away my meat.
“That frown is gonna cost ya honey, You have three seconds to show those teeth Do you think gloomy gals make any money, or would I make more, selling you piece by piece” Afraid of repercussions, my smile I regain.
You dress my body in satin and lace, Adorn my skin with jewels.
Feed my flesh to your insatiable pack. I am to remain silent and grateful while devoured by wolves.
With the last hours of night, I gather the pieces that remain,
whisper softly the release of everything too painful to hold inside
to the master seamstress, the Patcher of wounds, the Receiver of empty wicks from flames far too new, the Guardian Mother, the Moon.
Upon bare earth, I rest my eroded frame. Within the dirt, I find my warmth. Beneath many layers of shame, I trace into the hearth the letters J. A. N. E. For it is what they cannot take from me, my name.
Let them carve and cut away at me, whittle my bones into picks
Tear into the twelve threads stitched into my canvas. Sell me to the highest bidder, Own my tattered flesh. But they cannot possess the essence of my soul,
For it is not held within my skin.
This shell that carries me feels so withered and weak, dissolving into the ground Upon which I lay my head to sleep. My most treasured moments are those held within my dreams. “Thank you, Mother Moon, for the chance to see what beautiful colors love chooses to paint the sea.”
My flame it stutters, its words they cease. My heart it wonders,
"Who is that asleep in the mud at my feet? Is that me? It is me.”
A tear slips to my cheek when I see the scars from the wolves' teeth.
“Was I really that small? Just a child, barely four feet tall. I was tiny but strong.” So clear now is the view I see. Cradled within the earth, I lay peacefully dying. For the pain that child went through, I cannot forsake my soul for crying.
My heart aches at the view I intake. My body riddled with abuse, My skin every shade of black and blue. “Thank you, Mother, for bringing me home to you, Absolving me of my shame. I am your eternally grateful daughter,
JANE
Copyright © Onyxceila Ravenwood | Year Posted 2024
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