Submissions by Robert_Poe (Benjamin Derr)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
A Dull Sigh
And with this final sigh, he stripped himself of everything. Lunging though a wood thick in both darkness and foliage, I expected and immediately excepted his inevitable end of existence. His navigating rustles were softening as the distance between us grew like shadows at sundown. Each crunching step hushed to a dull sigh as I began to forget him.
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To you
With my stuttering chest rising and falling. I layed naked in my uncomfortable bed. Playing involuntary tricks on my exhausted self. As my eyes closed just long enough to realize they aren't open. I hint toward masturbation, but it simply isn't worth the effort. So I drift sluggishly, contemplating as I shilly-shally about my foggy thoughts. Curse! It is these same thoughts that keep me intreaged, that cause my restlessness.
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Explosions in The Sky
I layed
As did my eyelids
Focused slow
On heavy breathing
In seconds
I became
One of those dreaming
Explosions in the sky
Brilliant hues of gorgeous blues
The marvelous things I saw
While resting next to you
Once I woke
I realized the reasoning
Behind my sky exploding dreaming
Those eyes
Those eyes you use to hug me as I sleep
Leaked into my thoughts
Overflowed my heart
And became inevitably
All I can see
As did my eyelids
Focused slow
On heavy breathing
In seconds
I became
One of those dreaming
Explosions in the sky
Brilliant hues of gorgeous blues
The marvelous things I saw
While resting next to you
Once I woke
I realized the reasoning
Behind my sky exploding dreaming
Those eyes
Those eyes you use to hug me as I sleep
Leaked into my thoughts
Overflowed my heart
And became inevitably
All I can see
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I, the Zombie
I am alone, so very alone, even more morose a thought, I've not a clue, as how to get home. Drudging and banished in the great nothing I wander. Though my entrails are among the missing, I am famished, I hunger. And why has it come to be, I no longer feel the wind on my face? When will my heart again have a pace?
It's been months now, since I last seen a fellow "hollowman", also known and highly preferred as, "shells". I've come to the realization that I am dead. After not being able to see my breath in January at two eighteen in the morning. My bones began to...
It's been months now, since I last seen a fellow "hollowman", also known and highly preferred as, "shells". I've come to the realization that I am dead. After not being able to see my breath in January at two eighteen in the morning. My bones began to...
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Snub
While I was sleeping
Or ignorantly paying no attention
Letters, words, and sentences
Must have had disputes
For when placed side by side
They kick, spit and poke eyes
Until spilling away
In a snub rebuke
Ironically
It's for the better
Landing all natural and perfect
Stop struggling to word it
They know where they fit
Leave everything to feel
There is nothing to fix
No scribbles, don't erase
Just flow with it
Or ignorantly paying no attention
Letters, words, and sentences
Must have had disputes
For when placed side by side
They kick, spit and poke eyes
Until spilling away
In a snub rebuke
Ironically
It's for the better
Landing all natural and perfect
Stop struggling to word it
They know where they fit
Leave everything to feel
There is nothing to fix
No scribbles, don't erase
Just flow with it
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The Coat
He chuckled as he snapped the buttons from waist to throat. Each fastening echoed though his finger's bones. Pockets on the inside, pockets on the outside, a hood that hid your eyes just right. Cloaked and bundled up, prepared for anything. An extravagant thing, our world. He faced it armed with the heart of a lion. With only his thoughts and dreams to confide in. He took not into consideration, the strength of the sun. And with trembling hands, every button was undone. Throat to waist, his fingernails pinched pink to white. Shedding his shell, slowly offering himself, to the warmth of...
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To Safeguard
Not only would I be bold enough to define this strange place beautiful. I too, would refer to it as a safe haven. And most importantly, something worth awarding the arduous task of safeguarding.
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With October Eyes
The fingertips of gravity gripped steadily, and pulled heavily at my sword, shield, and extremities. As I crawled backwards through a crack beneath the waterfall. My sword, she bounced and sparked as I drug her by my side in a desperate hurry to escape the snarls and gusts, dripping wet and plague like. Flooding this hide away entombed by the most crystalline cascades. What an amicable sanctuary, if not for the stench and death piled in the corners and littering the air. I hid and shook for days. Like the teeth of a December cadaver. Wondering if he had gone, or plots my demise. The most foul...
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Listen ONLY!, To Hearts
Life and death
These, our only certainties
Every dead thing,
Once was
All that is,
Will eventually dissolve
Be it ambition
Existence
Knowledge
Or foliage
Any flourishing figure
Will eventually shudder
Leaves inevitably fall
Hence the seasons given name
And like leaves
We too, will descend
But from which limb
Will you branch and grow
Before you meet the end
The ground below
these answers decide
the goodbyes
its all in the exit
all those listening...
These, our only certainties
Every dead thing,
Once was
All that is,
Will eventually dissolve
Be it ambition
Existence
Knowledge
Or foliage
Any flourishing figure
Will eventually shudder
Leaves inevitably fall
Hence the seasons given name
And like leaves
We too, will descend
But from which limb
Will you branch and grow
Before you meet the end
The ground below
these answers decide
the goodbyes
its all in the exit
all those listening...
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Dead Deer
It pierced right through me
The archers arrow
A pang of pain
A sloo of blood
It sent me running
I kicked and stumbled
Bashed my face off rocks
My knees buckled, locked
As I lay for the last time
By a stream so cold
I remember the stories
I had been told
The man who wounds you
Will wait for you to fall
Find you, slit your throat
And dress the field of your entrails
A ruby red will spill
Drip from leaves and his sleeves
And in this moment
Your new found pain will know peace
So here I cough...
The archers arrow
A pang of pain
A sloo of blood
It sent me running
I kicked and stumbled
Bashed my face off rocks
My knees buckled, locked
As I lay for the last time
By a stream so cold
I remember the stories
I had been told
The man who wounds you
Will wait for you to fall
Find you, slit your throat
And dress the field of your entrails
A ruby red will spill
Drip from leaves and his sleeves
And in this moment
Your new found pain will know peace
So here I cough...
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Affecshown to me
light and time one day, or night, will close their eyes forevermore. While affection shines between every thread of thick spilled curtains, smashing beautifully through locked doors.
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defiant angels
I fell into the deepest of sleeps
Beneath an unfamiliar tree
In an ominous wood
With an unfamiliar me
The final quiver of my eyes
Waved the world goodbye
My breath hollowed
As they fell from the sky
Shadows shuttered
Voids halted in veneration
The wind plays with my hair
Death is nearly here
Composed of sighs and souls
Fog hands snatched me from the moss
Though they poses no eyes
I sense they are soft
Beneath your hoods and cloaks
I never want to see
The true form of any
Foolish enough to carry...
Beneath an unfamiliar tree
In an ominous wood
With an unfamiliar me
The final quiver of my eyes
Waved the world goodbye
My breath hollowed
As they fell from the sky
Shadows shuttered
Voids halted in veneration
The wind plays with my hair
Death is nearly here
Composed of sighs and souls
Fog hands snatched me from the moss
Though they poses no eyes
I sense they are soft
Beneath your hoods and cloaks
I never want to see
The true form of any
Foolish enough to carry...
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