Submissions by Benaditus (Robert)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My Name is Robert, and I usually write dark/sad/morbid poetry. There are times however, that I have creative spurts that throw me in a different direction.
Deeper than Flesh
People will most often see,
if they choose to look at me...
A walking catastrophe,
or an obscure anomaly.
They cannot understand,
what it is I withstand...
the heart I hold in hand,
Is collapsing like sand,
Through my fingers, slipping,
while pain continues chipping...
eagerly it is ripping,
as my flesh begins its dripping.
These emotional Lashes,
deep...wounding gashes...
seep upon the ashes,
that preceded the slashes.
The mangled, torn wrist,
that the blade gently kissed...
is merely just a gist,...
if they choose to look at me...
A walking catastrophe,
or an obscure anomaly.
They cannot understand,
what it is I withstand...
the heart I hold in hand,
Is collapsing like sand,
Through my fingers, slipping,
while pain continues chipping...
eagerly it is ripping,
as my flesh begins its dripping.
These emotional Lashes,
deep...wounding gashes...
seep upon the ashes,
that preceded the slashes.
The mangled, torn wrist,
that the blade gently kissed...
is merely just a gist,...
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Silence is Golden
(This poem is based on the quote: "The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be."--Edgar Allan Poe)
These thoughts that frolic in my head,
are probably better left unsaid.
I hold my tongue, as not to dim,
the light of my Muse's fickle whim.
To be silent makes more sense,
to avoid exploiting incompetence.
But...what is it that I have to fear?
up till now, my thoughts rang clear...
Clear as a whistle...or even a bell,
that easily enchant...easily...
These thoughts that frolic in my head,
are probably better left unsaid.
I hold my tongue, as not to dim,
the light of my Muse's fickle whim.
To be silent makes more sense,
to avoid exploiting incompetence.
But...what is it that I have to fear?
up till now, my thoughts rang clear...
Clear as a whistle...or even a bell,
that easily enchant...easily...
#silence
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#myself
#EdgarAllanPoe
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The Queen and the Pauper (version 2)
This poem can be explained further here: http://allpoetry.com/poem/12065950-The-Queen-and-the-Pauper--Version-2--by-Robert-M...
Picture credit:http://darklightgirl.deviantart.com/art/the-queen-ofthe-damned-in-love-41960708
THIS pauper has been truly broken,
HEART, body, and mind,
EVER vigilant, he keeps a token...
QUIETLY his dreams unwind.
UNFOLDING all of the hopes he kept,
ELEGANTLY he aptly composes.
EFFORTLESSLY...the tears he wept,
NOW nurture the blood red roses.
AWAITING his Queen's sworn return,
NOTHING can sway his heart. ...
Picture credit:http://darklightgirl.deviantart.com/art/the-queen-ofthe-damned-in-love-41960708
THIS pauper has been truly broken,
HEART, body, and mind,
EVER vigilant, he keeps a token...
QUIETLY his dreams unwind.
UNFOLDING all of the hopes he kept,
ELEGANTLY he aptly composes.
EFFORTLESSLY...the tears he wept,
NOW nurture the blood red roses.
AWAITING his Queen's sworn return,
NOTHING can sway his heart. ...
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Questions of the Heart (Version 2)
Why does every single smile,
also invoke a tear?
Why does the feeling of exile,
dim thoughts that I hold dear?
Why that with every day of sun,
comes a thousand days of rain?
When will misery finally be done,
and I be absolved of my pain?
When can I call joy my own,
and know the feeling of peace?
When will my heart finally atone,
so that my agony may cease?
What is it that I must do,
so that serenity can be mine?
I am guessing that it must be true...
this heart was never meant to shine.
also invoke a tear?
Why does the feeling of exile,
dim thoughts that I hold dear?
Why that with every day of sun,
comes a thousand days of rain?
When will misery finally be done,
and I be absolved of my pain?
When can I call joy my own,
and know the feeling of peace?
When will my heart finally atone,
so that my agony may cease?
What is it that I must do,
so that serenity can be mine?
I am guessing that it must be true...
this heart was never meant to shine.
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Dancing in the Dark
(Based on the quote: "We are all searching for people, whose demons play well with ours.”)
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Often Times...I am utterly alone,
in the blackened silence that is my own.
In the solace of the tacit room,
is where my misery begins to consume.
Swallowing me, Til' I am no more,
reminding me of the pain I bore....
My inner demons chuckle and hiss...
mocking me from my internal abyss.
I felt that I was the only one,
that was systematically undone.
But upon viewing the poetic arts,...
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Often Times...I am utterly alone,
in the blackened silence that is my own.
In the solace of the tacit room,
is where my misery begins to consume.
Swallowing me, Til' I am no more,
reminding me of the pain I bore....
My inner demons chuckle and hiss...
mocking me from my internal abyss.
I felt that I was the only one,
that was systematically undone.
But upon viewing the poetic arts,...
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Eternal Reprise
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Aftermath
(The challenge was to keep it 50 words or less.)
Tears still seep from the void,
The blackened pit, of a heart destroyed.
My blood runs viscous, and cold,
In the baleful shell of a love untold...
My inner abyss...pulls me in,
Drawing strength from sorrows therein.
Calamitous destruction from my core,
Consumes me...till I am no more.
Tears still seep from the void,
The blackened pit, of a heart destroyed.
My blood runs viscous, and cold,
In the baleful shell of a love untold...
My inner abyss...pulls me in,
Drawing strength from sorrows therein.
Calamitous destruction from my core,
Consumes me...till I am no more.
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