Submissions by Breakingbenjamin (Benjamin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The dark side of our planes has always brought me into a place of discussion.
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2018 6:08am
18th Jul 2018 6:08am
Sorrow
Is my heart so untrue,
Now how can I be so confused about my burning love for you,
I've found myself lost deep in this Forrest with tree so high I have no stars too follow.
I know your smile could light up any city, but I'm now so lost and I know you don't need me.
I feel im losing control and it fears me to know , that this lonely darkness will only bleed my soul.
But maybe I just dont deserve to have you, as far to many times have my actions hurt you.
I'm trying so hard to find me, the me that you deserve.
I'll tell no more lies and you my love will...
Now how can I be so confused about my burning love for you,
I've found myself lost deep in this Forrest with tree so high I have no stars too follow.
I know your smile could light up any city, but I'm now so lost and I know you don't need me.
I feel im losing control and it fears me to know , that this lonely darkness will only bleed my soul.
But maybe I just dont deserve to have you, as far to many times have my actions hurt you.
I'm trying so hard to find me, the me that you deserve.
I'll tell no more lies and you my love will...
#sadness
#love
#regret
#loneliness
#respect
806 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Jul 2018 6:50am
15th Jul 2018 6:50am
Better without
Tis this black thus felt by all, thus felt by all but one.
With an eerie lightish glow at form through these grey clouds above.
A gathering is now at mourn too the morbid sounds of their tears hurt and loss as family and friends embrace each other under the sanctity of their Gods almighty cross.
So deeply cut are all, with this fellow man struck down from life, one taken too early tis said.
Such a moral tragedy to be leaving alone his poor broken wife.
A widow so broken tis true.
Yet her aches and these pains hold no ties too the death of her now lost lover...
With an eerie lightish glow at form through these grey clouds above.
A gathering is now at mourn too the morbid sounds of their tears hurt and loss as family and friends embrace each other under the sanctity of their Gods almighty cross.
So deeply cut are all, with this fellow man struck down from life, one taken too early tis said.
Such a moral tragedy to be leaving alone his poor broken wife.
A widow so broken tis true.
Yet her aches and these pains hold no ties too the death of her now lost lover...
#sadness
#anger
#hate
#dark
#redemption
495 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Jul 2018 6:56am
9th Jul 2018 6:56am
My devils bride
#hate
#lust
#dark
#greed
#ForbiddenLove
535 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2018 6:50pm
7th Jul 2018 6:50pm
I love fate
Why so serious,,,,,,, where has thy smile gone..... For at your wait and at my play is thy Trojan disease of the fray.
To enrage and to entice this savaged heart of ice.
No prisoners nor passangers no room for regret. As it is now the time of thy beast.
For in his holy name we shall feast.
Can you taste it?? And can you feel its stench thickening in the air of the night.
The sheer fury of this blood thirst it drains me of all of thy fear.
For it is your essence we desire.
Now With just a taste of your screaming fate, we butcher the tongue of this faithless...
To enrage and to entice this savaged heart of ice.
No prisoners nor passangers no room for regret. As it is now the time of thy beast.
For in his holy name we shall feast.
Can you taste it?? And can you feel its stench thickening in the air of the night.
The sheer fury of this blood thirst it drains me of all of thy fear.
For it is your essence we desire.
Now With just a taste of your screaming fate, we butcher the tongue of this faithless...
#anger
#hate
#shame #emptiness
#shame #emptiness
426 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jul 2018 6:13pm
7th Jul 2018 6:13pm
Hidden love
Only God knows the power of the demons who slumber inside of me.
Now hail too the wicked tongue of the devils sweet desire.
For it is your body and lust that will b truelly devoured.
Ecstasy is but a mere spit of the winding and turning rush that will shutter and flow through your pulsing goddess like body-
Lucifer will have his gift.
And so now i must burry my shame.
For the sun will not be seen through your glistening angel eyes again....
Now hail too the wicked tongue of the devils sweet desire.
For it is your body and lust that will b truelly devoured.
Ecstasy is but a mere spit of the winding and turning rush that will shutter and flow through your pulsing goddess like body-
Lucifer will have his gift.
And so now i must burry my shame.
For the sun will not be seen through your glistening angel eyes again....
#love
#erotic
#UnrequitedLove
455 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2018 3:51pm
6th Jul 2018 3:51pm
Within
The night is the light, darkness is my vision. My blindness gives me sight, through only dead eyes will I see.
Sitting in silence while laying in peace when a blackened noise comes from underneath.
An insidious tone this devil inside calls only to him.
Now with a firey grasp it clutches my soul from well deep within.
Now with all blood aside, she is bled equally dry.
She is now gone from my life as her eyes lose the light, she's slipping and falling into the darkness of my sin.
I call out her name in terror and fright, yet the only response,,,,,,
Are from...
Sitting in silence while laying in peace when a blackened noise comes from underneath.
An insidious tone this devil inside calls only to him.
Now with a firey grasp it clutches my soul from well deep within.
Now with all blood aside, she is bled equally dry.
She is now gone from my life as her eyes lose the light, she's slipping and falling into the darkness of my sin.
I call out her name in terror and fright, yet the only response,,,,,,
Are from...
#hate
#loneliness
#faith
#spiritual
#despair
613 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2018 9:31am
6th Jul 2018 9:31am
Last hope
I was Pushed to the point, then dragged over the edge, I was never to see the signs, this mind had never let me. Directly in my face, yet my dead blue eyes saw nothing at all.
A violent decent was to be my inevitable fall.
As even the coldest of hearts break when a soul is shattered in the black.
Now an empty void where even the whispered words of hope are but a cruel shadow in the wind.
Plagued too tears by a thousand voices and yet the sinister sounds of silence were all to be herd.
Even the sweetest brutal glory to b had in pain was torched and ripped away from me...
A violent decent was to be my inevitable fall.
As even the coldest of hearts break when a soul is shattered in the black.
Now an empty void where even the whispered words of hope are but a cruel shadow in the wind.
Plagued too tears by a thousand voices and yet the sinister sounds of silence were all to be herd.
Even the sweetest brutal glory to b had in pain was torched and ripped away from me...
#rejection
#heartbroken
#faith
#spiritual
#denial
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DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Jul 2018 3:17pm
4th Jul 2018 3:17pm
A hidden flow
Time heals all wounds, yet it is the devil who will lick them clean.
But now and again he will leave one of these to rot.
To be left as an infectious disease laying dorment in body and soul. A paralysis of the faith and a spore of the heart.
Growing and festering into vicious taboo habits. Domination is the imminent chase and the conviction of your mind.
A sleeper cell of Hell just biding its time.
While a trance begins to surge, the blood flowing through your veins then begins to warm.
Slowly and indulgently it heats and flows, it seeks and
Yurns for...
But now and again he will leave one of these to rot.
To be left as an infectious disease laying dorment in body and soul. A paralysis of the faith and a spore of the heart.
Growing and festering into vicious taboo habits. Domination is the imminent chase and the conviction of your mind.
A sleeper cell of Hell just biding its time.
While a trance begins to surge, the blood flowing through your veins then begins to warm.
Slowly and indulgently it heats and flows, it seeks and
Yurns for...
#erotic
#lover
#apocalypse #ForbiddenLove
#apocalypse #ForbiddenLove
556 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Jul 2018 4:41am
4th Jul 2018 4:41am
I'm so lost
Tangled in tragedy cold and hurt, while stricken from my own mind, sold and burnt. I with my self, a burdain in my own time.
Wretched and stale I'm rancid with filth, Tis my heart now thus blackened so deeply within my fear. Lost and now scattered in this dark that is so near.
Now with Lucifer's tongues locked so tightly with mine, the control of this toxicity has manipulated me.
I am but a mere puppet parading in the shadows of my own stagnant life nothing more then a broken reflection and an impossibly transparent image of my self.
A barron land of nothingness, now an...
Wretched and stale I'm rancid with filth, Tis my heart now thus blackened so deeply within my fear. Lost and now scattered in this dark that is so near.
Now with Lucifer's tongues locked so tightly with mine, the control of this toxicity has manipulated me.
I am but a mere puppet parading in the shadows of my own stagnant life nothing more then a broken reflection and an impossibly transparent image of my self.
A barron land of nothingness, now an...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
620 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
4th Jul 2018 3:27am
4th Jul 2018 3:27am
Reflection
Tis a little known fact about the truth in our lies that we are our own creators in this manifestation of our hollow cries.
Clinically dead is the life of the love I spread, for I have aimed at nothing and I have never missed.
Tis a lonely reminder that I am forever gagged n bound in the hellish depths of this.
No exit nor out, there is no turning your back on this demon in creation. For it is with a heavy hand I must hold this burdain in my soul.
Now you can plead and scream but your heart will never again be whole, as at wait far beyond our fate is an evil of the...
Clinically dead is the life of the love I spread, for I have aimed at nothing and I have never missed.
Tis a lonely reminder that I am forever gagged n bound in the hellish depths of this.
No exit nor out, there is no turning your back on this demon in creation. For it is with a heavy hand I must hold this burdain in my soul.
Now you can plead and scream but your heart will never again be whole, as at wait far beyond our fate is an evil of the...
#sadness
#dark
#despair
536 reads
3 Comments
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