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.
DARK POEM
Published
13th Mar 2015 4:29am
13th Mar 2015 4:29am
Pins & Needles (Parts 1 and 2. Audio included)
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Mar 2015 2:33am
12th Mar 2015 2:33am
Pins & Needles (PART 2)
You chose me,
to bear misery,
reflecting your own inadequacy.
You cannot stand,
lack of command,
as the sands of time slip through your hand.
So go ahead,
punish me instead,
Take note of every drop that is bled.
Your mind is tainted,
images you've painted,
show that you and insanity have reacquainted.
Sooner or later,
my manipulator...
you will see that you are no greater.
Your darker side,
that you try to hide...
Well it seems our motives coincide.
Your deconstruction,
is in production,...
to bear misery,
reflecting your own inadequacy.
You cannot stand,
lack of command,
as the sands of time slip through your hand.
So go ahead,
punish me instead,
Take note of every drop that is bled.
Your mind is tainted,
images you've painted,
show that you and insanity have reacquainted.
Sooner or later,
my manipulator...
you will see that you are no greater.
Your darker side,
that you try to hide...
Well it seems our motives coincide.
Your deconstruction,
is in production,...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2015 8:12pm
7th Mar 2015 8:12pm
Pins & Needles (Part 1)
The day begins,
and misery grins,
This doll is weary, from all of the pins.
To my dismay,
I'm on display,
shame heightens the pain that I portray.
These pins dig deep,
unwilling, I weep,
One needle for every secret I keep.
Push them deeper,
the toll...now steeper,
delivering me to the hands of the reaper.
But that won't do,
it's no good for you,
so you stitch my wounds, and patch them too.
I'm allowed to heal,
the wounds congeal,
but this only adds to the appeal.
Its part of the game,
an...
and misery grins,
This doll is weary, from all of the pins.
To my dismay,
I'm on display,
shame heightens the pain that I portray.
These pins dig deep,
unwilling, I weep,
One needle for every secret I keep.
Push them deeper,
the toll...now steeper,
delivering me to the hands of the reaper.
But that won't do,
it's no good for you,
so you stitch my wounds, and patch them too.
I'm allowed to heal,
the wounds congeal,
but this only adds to the appeal.
Its part of the game,
an...
634 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2015 5:32pm
6th Mar 2015 5:32pm
Ruination
Day to day, of inner decay,
makes serenity seem so far away.
The storm within rages, this shell...it cages,
siphoning emotions onto the pages.
The pain I feel, will soon reveal,
it is becoming harder to conceal.
Those who care, had best prepare,
to witness purity in despair.
I've held these walls, in the withered halls,
the time will come when this temple falls.
Remaining belief, will turn to grief,
with no hopes of solace or relief.
The day will arrive, if I struggle or strive,
pain will rule as long as I am...
makes serenity seem so far away.
The storm within rages, this shell...it cages,
siphoning emotions onto the pages.
The pain I feel, will soon reveal,
it is becoming harder to conceal.
Those who care, had best prepare,
to witness purity in despair.
I've held these walls, in the withered halls,
the time will come when this temple falls.
Remaining belief, will turn to grief,
with no hopes of solace or relief.
The day will arrive, if I struggle or strive,
pain will rule as long as I am...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2015 5:30pm
6th Mar 2015 5:30pm
Fate of the Lone Poet
For years I have tried to figure it out,
but still I am filled with confusion and doubt.
So I have decided, with great dismay,
to give in to decay, and walk another way.
Such a trial it is, just to be wanted,
but no longer will this fool be haunted.
...
I am through fighting for crumbs of affection,
facing endless rejection, through brutal selection.
Sorting ins and outs, with ups and downs,
always ending with regretful frowns.
This heart has finally said its piece,
never knowing release, never knowing peace.
The seeds that my...
but still I am filled with confusion and doubt.
So I have decided, with great dismay,
to give in to decay, and walk another way.
Such a trial it is, just to be wanted,
but no longer will this fool be haunted.
...
I am through fighting for crumbs of affection,
facing endless rejection, through brutal selection.
Sorting ins and outs, with ups and downs,
always ending with regretful frowns.
This heart has finally said its piece,
never knowing release, never knowing peace.
The seeds that my...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Mar 2015 7:34pm
1st Mar 2015 7:34pm
Know Thy Enemy...
For years I have fought, and fought alone,
but despair has consumed me to the bone.
My dreams were great, but despair was greater,
my own heart branded me as a traitor.
Most of my life, I was akin to sadness,
lonely whispers echo into madness.
But amidst the chaos, I saw a boy,
who seemed to be enveloped in joy.
His smile warmed my fragile heart,
and made my dark clouds slowly depart.
A tear of happiness rolled from my cheek,
I beckoned the boy, but I could not speak.
A barrier kept me from interacting,
my...
but despair has consumed me to the bone.
My dreams were great, but despair was greater,
my own heart branded me as a traitor.
Most of my life, I was akin to sadness,
lonely whispers echo into madness.
But amidst the chaos, I saw a boy,
who seemed to be enveloped in joy.
His smile warmed my fragile heart,
and made my dark clouds slowly depart.
A tear of happiness rolled from my cheek,
I beckoned the boy, but I could not speak.
A barrier kept me from interacting,
my...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Feb 2015 9:20am
25th Feb 2015 9:20am
Live and Let Die
Forgotten I am,
Forgotten I will be.
None give a damn,
about my destiny.
I read and I write,
I write and I read,
If only to incite,
some internal need.
But when I am gone,
few will mourn...
Easy to move on,
this man was torn.
Will my words flourish...
Or be forgotten?
Will they nourish...
The Misbegotten?
It matters not,
for I will be dead.
Let the dead rot,
and LIVE instead.
Forgotten I will be.
None give a damn,
about my destiny.
I read and I write,
I write and I read,
If only to incite,
some internal need.
But when I am gone,
few will mourn...
Easy to move on,
this man was torn.
Will my words flourish...
Or be forgotten?
Will they nourish...
The Misbegotten?
It matters not,
for I will be dead.
Let the dead rot,
and LIVE instead.
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Feb 2015 4:19am
20th Feb 2015 4:19am
Die a little...
Seemingly with every breath,
I am drawing closer to death.
Since my growth in the womb,
I was inevitably doomed.
Doomed to die, from conception,
denied of choice at inception.
Each day I die, a little bit more,
wondering what I am living for.
The daily cycle has lost its wonder,
since heart and mind are torn asunder.
Born from darkness, and to dark return,
my soul is unable to discern.
The clock ticks down, living just to die,
and the only bliss I have, is never knowing why.
I am drawing closer to death.
Since my growth in the womb,
I was inevitably doomed.
Doomed to die, from conception,
denied of choice at inception.
Each day I die, a little bit more,
wondering what I am living for.
The daily cycle has lost its wonder,
since heart and mind are torn asunder.
Born from darkness, and to dark return,
my soul is unable to discern.
The clock ticks down, living just to die,
and the only bliss I have, is never knowing why.
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Feb 2015 7:00pm
19th Feb 2015 7:00pm
Lady Misery
Another day to contemplate,
yet another curs-ed dawn.
One more day to depreciate,
all the goodness that has gone.
Once more do the echoes chant,
and again darkness calls.
I try to resist, but of course I cant,
and again this man falls.
So much I must recompense,
unknowing of what I've done.
Due to my mental impotence,
I am doomed to sleep as one.
Solitude has been my friend,
helping to siphon the madness...
But it had betrayed me in the end,
I plunge further into sadness.
So I sit in silence once more,...
yet another curs-ed dawn.
One more day to depreciate,
all the goodness that has gone.
Once more do the echoes chant,
and again darkness calls.
I try to resist, but of course I cant,
and again this man falls.
So much I must recompense,
unknowing of what I've done.
Due to my mental impotence,
I am doomed to sleep as one.
Solitude has been my friend,
helping to siphon the madness...
But it had betrayed me in the end,
I plunge further into sadness.
So I sit in silence once more,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Feb 2015 6:57pm
19th Feb 2015 6:57pm
The Untamed Heart
Come with me my dear...
shed your worry...shed your fear..
Feel my strength as I hold you near..
and all of your troubles will disappear.
I yearn for the smile on your face
and to whisper my love in warm embrace.
I brush through your hair with a gentle hand
taking in your fragrance, I cherish each strand.
You rest your hand upon my cheek...
I look into your eyes...and it makes me weak.
Saying "I love you" in whispered tones
and enjoying all of your sexy moans.
In your visage rests all of my desires
your glance ls...
shed your worry...shed your fear..
Feel my strength as I hold you near..
and all of your troubles will disappear.
I yearn for the smile on your face
and to whisper my love in warm embrace.
I brush through your hair with a gentle hand
taking in your fragrance, I cherish each strand.
You rest your hand upon my cheek...
I look into your eyes...and it makes me weak.
Saying "I love you" in whispered tones
and enjoying all of your sexy moans.
In your visage rests all of my desires
your glance ls...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Feb 2015 2:34am
15th Feb 2015 2:34am
Roses are red...for a time...
The
Flower,
it had grown
beyond belief,
Surpassing all dreams.
With loving seeds now sown,
in my diminishing grief,
the light of hope finally gleams.
The flower blooms, and quickly consumes,
misery that looms, as life now resumes.
_______________________________________
But time passes on, and the flower dies,
the once pure joy, now woven in sighs.
The petals harden, the stem tilts,
painfully the core wilts.
Unable to mend,
the withered love
has sadly
met it's
end.
Flower,
it had grown
beyond belief,
Surpassing all dreams.
With loving seeds now sown,
in my diminishing grief,
the light of hope finally gleams.
The flower blooms, and quickly consumes,
misery that looms, as life now resumes.
_______________________________________
But time passes on, and the flower dies,
the once pure joy, now woven in sighs.
The petals harden, the stem tilts,
painfully the core wilts.
Unable to mend,
the withered love
has sadly
met it's
end.
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Feb 2015 8:48pm
12th Feb 2015 8:48pm
The Black Sheep
I am like no one you have met,
easy to remember, easier to forget.
I'm not one to smell every rose,
yet always care more than I disclose.
Never to join in on the trends,
but always loyal to family and friends.
Where I walk, misery will follow,
always truthful, but always hollow.
Hopelessly lost, seemingly strange,
I feel my dreams are out of range.
My fleece hides the deepening scars,
the emotional prison with invisible bars.
Yet...
People will point and ridicule,
unknowingly they give me fuel.
...
easy to remember, easier to forget.
I'm not one to smell every rose,
yet always care more than I disclose.
Never to join in on the trends,
but always loyal to family and friends.
Where I walk, misery will follow,
always truthful, but always hollow.
Hopelessly lost, seemingly strange,
I feel my dreams are out of range.
My fleece hides the deepening scars,
the emotional prison with invisible bars.
Yet...
People will point and ridicule,
unknowingly they give me fuel.
...
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