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
4th Dec 2014 7:31am
4th Dec 2014 7:31am
The Withered Forest
In this loneliness I often sleep,
but with dreams fully hollowed.
The love within continues to weep,
and my soul can't help but follow.
To be mediocre is an awesome feat,
for one so socially malign.
Such thoughts only lead to the defeat,
Of a fragile and naive little mind.
Emptiness now rules my stead,
within the echoes of the screams.
My hopes of happiness remain dead,
in the memory of a forgotten dream.
Void of memory, void of lies,
sorrow takes its place from before.
when it awakens, all hope dies,
and is the only...
but with dreams fully hollowed.
The love within continues to weep,
and my soul can't help but follow.
To be mediocre is an awesome feat,
for one so socially malign.
Such thoughts only lead to the defeat,
Of a fragile and naive little mind.
Emptiness now rules my stead,
within the echoes of the screams.
My hopes of happiness remain dead,
in the memory of a forgotten dream.
Void of memory, void of lies,
sorrow takes its place from before.
when it awakens, all hope dies,
and is the only...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2014 1:09am
3rd Dec 2014 1:09am
The Crimson Mirror
I look into the mirror and I see...
someone else staring back at me.
I see the scarlet tears, on wounds still fresh,
the rose colored droplets, weeping from my flesh.
I see me laughing, and grinning with glee...
emanating an aura of obscurity.
Its eyes began turning a sanguine hue,
like the visage of a nightmare that had come true.
So out of fear, I shattered the glass...
so that the shade could no longer harass.
My fist now a crimson...trickling mass..
and large pools of red began to amass.
But to my horror...and...
someone else staring back at me.
I see the scarlet tears, on wounds still fresh,
the rose colored droplets, weeping from my flesh.
I see me laughing, and grinning with glee...
emanating an aura of obscurity.
Its eyes began turning a sanguine hue,
like the visage of a nightmare that had come true.
So out of fear, I shattered the glass...
so that the shade could no longer harass.
My fist now a crimson...trickling mass..
and large pools of red began to amass.
But to my horror...and...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2014 1:03am
3rd Dec 2014 1:03am
Words of the Enemy
Throughout life, I had often seen
flickering memories on a silver screen.
And as I watch my regrets unfold
sadness attunes, and begins to take hold.
Faster and faster that spiral spins
as guilt enhances the depth of my sins.
And as I marvel at my inadequacy
The enemy displays his consistency.
"Once you descend beyond that stage
then you and I can share the rage.
Nothing really matters since life is a lie
there's no reason to, but go on and try.
You'll open your eyes just to be blinded
by the guilt in which you're constantly...
flickering memories on a silver screen.
And as I watch my regrets unfold
sadness attunes, and begins to take hold.
Faster and faster that spiral spins
as guilt enhances the depth of my sins.
And as I marvel at my inadequacy
The enemy displays his consistency.
"Once you descend beyond that stage
then you and I can share the rage.
Nothing really matters since life is a lie
there's no reason to, but go on and try.
You'll open your eyes just to be blinded
by the guilt in which you're constantly...
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STORY POEM
Published
1st Dec 2014 7:18pm
1st Dec 2014 7:18pm
Prince of a Thousand Stars (Parts 1 through 4)
There was a time, twas eons ago,
when all of infinity was obscure.
The creator grew tired and lonely so...
she made a companion, graceful and pure.
Lucifer was born, of the creator's flesh
beautiful and flawless indeed.
She served for eons, while I was still fresh
molded from the Mother's seed.
But Lucifer began to thirst for power,
and an army was soon amassed.
Lucifer felt that it would be her hour...
and that Mother's time had passed.
I was among the greatest of wars,
against the rebellious forces.
Smiting the rebels by...
when all of infinity was obscure.
The creator grew tired and lonely so...
she made a companion, graceful and pure.
Lucifer was born, of the creator's flesh
beautiful and flawless indeed.
She served for eons, while I was still fresh
molded from the Mother's seed.
But Lucifer began to thirst for power,
and an army was soon amassed.
Lucifer felt that it would be her hour...
and that Mother's time had passed.
I was among the greatest of wars,
against the rebellious forces.
Smiting the rebels by...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Dec 2014 7:09pm
1st Dec 2014 7:09pm
Footsteps in the Night
(Done in collaboration with another poet)
No one is around...I am alone in my home,
fear grips my heart as footsteps roam.
I hear the footsteps quickly progressing,
my heartbeat quickens, with fears coalescing.
The sounds drew closer...becoming more intense...
and in the pure darkness...I had no defense.
I cowered under my blanket...as if it would help...
quivering in fear, I let loose a yelp.
I am now trembling...trickling with tears,
living out one of the worst of my fears.
"They are coming.." I murmured...
No one is around...I am alone in my home,
fear grips my heart as footsteps roam.
I hear the footsteps quickly progressing,
my heartbeat quickens, with fears coalescing.
The sounds drew closer...becoming more intense...
and in the pure darkness...I had no defense.
I cowered under my blanket...as if it would help...
quivering in fear, I let loose a yelp.
I am now trembling...trickling with tears,
living out one of the worst of my fears.
"They are coming.." I murmured...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2014 11:11am
1st Dec 2014 11:11am
The Broken Palace
Come with me to the smoldered hollow,
where joy has died and hope shall follow.
Stamp on the heart where hopes have tread.
where smiles are shunned and trust is dead.
Take this hand, now cold and callous.
join me in the shadows of the broken palace.
This palace once housed a brilliant notion,
that could shape the stars in the stellar ocean.
But these walls seemingly could not sustain,
and collapsed by the flame it couldn't contain.
In all of the ashes scattered around,
traces of the shattered heart can be found.
The...
where joy has died and hope shall follow.
Stamp on the heart where hopes have tread.
where smiles are shunned and trust is dead.
Take this hand, now cold and callous.
join me in the shadows of the broken palace.
This palace once housed a brilliant notion,
that could shape the stars in the stellar ocean.
But these walls seemingly could not sustain,
and collapsed by the flame it couldn't contain.
In all of the ashes scattered around,
traces of the shattered heart can be found.
The...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2014 11:06am
1st Dec 2014 11:06am
The Vault of Ashes
Words drift from my tongue...
Where threads of sorrow are often strung.
Thoughts drift from my mind...
the ruptured vault where I'm confined.
Tears seep from withered eyes...
the sole product of destructive lies.
The spirit so desperately wants release...
clawing at its shell begging for its peace.
The spirit then turns into rage
spiritual decay now set in this stage.
The shell now corrupted by the tainted soul
bitter anguish devours him whole.
Ravaged and consumed by the horrors within...
the fragile frame...
Where threads of sorrow are often strung.
Thoughts drift from my mind...
the ruptured vault where I'm confined.
Tears seep from withered eyes...
the sole product of destructive lies.
The spirit so desperately wants release...
clawing at its shell begging for its peace.
The spirit then turns into rage
spiritual decay now set in this stage.
The shell now corrupted by the tainted soul
bitter anguish devours him whole.
Ravaged and consumed by the horrors within...
the fragile frame...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Dec 2014 3:05am
1st Dec 2014 3:05am
The Dark Mistress
At night she comes, in torn black dress,
Manifesting from the veil of darkness.
With silken lips, of the devil's hue,
Her eyes exhibit the deepest blue.
Her skin, such a smooth, cold, deathly white,
That can illuminate the darkest night.
Her hair... Those flowing, ebon strands,
Slither seamlessly through my fingers and hands.
Her fragrance is that of flowers long dead,
Her whispers, they echo inside of my head.
We intertwine, in a forbidden dance,
In a spiritual, seductive, lustful romance.
The angels look down, with...
Manifesting from the veil of darkness.
With silken lips, of the devil's hue,
Her eyes exhibit the deepest blue.
Her skin, such a smooth, cold, deathly white,
That can illuminate the darkest night.
Her hair... Those flowing, ebon strands,
Slither seamlessly through my fingers and hands.
Her fragrance is that of flowers long dead,
Her whispers, they echo inside of my head.
We intertwine, in a forbidden dance,
In a spiritual, seductive, lustful romance.
The angels look down, with...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Dec 2014 3:00am
1st Dec 2014 3:00am
Infernal Embrace
Falling through the endless dark,
the black, screaming abyss...
You can hear foul creatures hark,
and the demonic serpents hiss.
Agonizing screams, tormented cries,
echo and rise, to the blood filled skies.
Everything you fear, hide, or despise,
will be eternally strewn before your eyes.
Flames consume you, ravaging your soul,
until all of the stars die out.
Rending, searing, devouring you whole,
as you wail in anguish throughout.
Demons, specters, and abominations
as well as devils without a name...
all inspire ceaseless...
the black, screaming abyss...
You can hear foul creatures hark,
and the demonic serpents hiss.
Agonizing screams, tormented cries,
echo and rise, to the blood filled skies.
Everything you fear, hide, or despise,
will be eternally strewn before your eyes.
Flames consume you, ravaging your soul,
until all of the stars die out.
Rending, searing, devouring you whole,
as you wail in anguish throughout.
Demons, specters, and abominations
as well as devils without a name...
all inspire ceaseless...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2014 6:47pm
30th Nov 2014 6:47pm
Broken Wings
There are times that I often think...
"why must this vessel continue to sink?"
I feel as though I am lost at sea,
in the restless storm inside of me.
The devastation that rages deep inside
has become too powerful and savage to hide.
In the heart of chaos rests an injured dove...
but weep not for this creature forgotten by love.
For this creature is useless and does not deserve,
the privilege to heal or self preserve.
Though it may seem gentle and warm,
it will receive the full force of the storm.
It will come down upon...
"why must this vessel continue to sink?"
I feel as though I am lost at sea,
in the restless storm inside of me.
The devastation that rages deep inside
has become too powerful and savage to hide.
In the heart of chaos rests an injured dove...
but weep not for this creature forgotten by love.
For this creature is useless and does not deserve,
the privilege to heal or self preserve.
Though it may seem gentle and warm,
it will receive the full force of the storm.
It will come down upon...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2014 6:43pm
30th Nov 2014 6:43pm
Lines of Chalk
Born in shame, raised the same
just another victim of loves dark game.
As he awaits the cemetery gates,
his reflection manifests all that he hates.
Filled with spite, he feels that tonight
may mark the end of his ceaseless fight.
He takes into him, a future so grim
that it wears his threshold to the brim.
So he must try, with a tear in each eye
to hide the fact that he wants to die.
The choice he has made, in blood was paid
freeing himself from the masquerade.
A puppet discarded, emotionally bombarded
unable to...
just another victim of loves dark game.
As he awaits the cemetery gates,
his reflection manifests all that he hates.
Filled with spite, he feels that tonight
may mark the end of his ceaseless fight.
He takes into him, a future so grim
that it wears his threshold to the brim.
So he must try, with a tear in each eye
to hide the fact that he wants to die.
The choice he has made, in blood was paid
freeing himself from the masquerade.
A puppet discarded, emotionally bombarded
unable to...
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