Submissions by Xaphan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry - To muse in the inner space of imagination.
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2017 4:06pm
23rd Sep 2017 4:06pm
No Escape
There is no escape...
There is nowhere to run, there is nowhere to hide
There is no comfort in dreams, I've been there, I've tried
It knows where to find me, there's no refuge, no sanctum
As it walks through those locked doors and appears like a phantom
There is no peace in my head...
There is nowhere to run, I cannot take flight
And the worst is to come when I switch off the light
It's a shape-shifting shadow, it's a ghost made of smoke
It's the insanity inside me that chooses to cloak
There is no hope for my soul...
There is...
There is nowhere to run, there is nowhere to hide
There is no comfort in dreams, I've been there, I've tried
It knows where to find me, there's no refuge, no sanctum
As it walks through those locked doors and appears like a phantom
There is no peace in my head...
There is nowhere to run, I cannot take flight
And the worst is to come when I switch off the light
It's a shape-shifting shadow, it's a ghost made of smoke
It's the insanity inside me that chooses to cloak
There is no hope for my soul...
There is...
#dark
#evil
#devil
#scary
#hell
1351 reads
DARK POEM
Published
13th Sep 2017 7:02pm
13th Sep 2017 7:02pm
The Hurricane Season
Out there, somewhere, afar, too close
In a cerebral cortex the vortex grows
A quiescence descends upon the event horizon
The calm of a dawn, of a storm arising
Consanguine to a biblical depiction ascribed in scriptures
The unfolding cataclysm, is transferred within, via TV pictures
I glance outside to leaden skies and a passing squall
Knowing that the internal turmoil is in a temporary stall
I cannot, or will not, find any rhyme or reason
Regarding the delirium of the hurricane season
My thoughts despair, as if I've been cast...
In a cerebral cortex the vortex grows
A quiescence descends upon the event horizon
The calm of a dawn, of a storm arising
Consanguine to a biblical depiction ascribed in scriptures
The unfolding cataclysm, is transferred within, via TV pictures
I glance outside to leaden skies and a passing squall
Knowing that the internal turmoil is in a temporary stall
I cannot, or will not, find any rhyme or reason
Regarding the delirium of the hurricane season
My thoughts despair, as if I've been cast...
#earth
#nature
#religion
#apocalypse
#tragedy
1094 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Sep 2017 7:35pm
1st Sep 2017 7:35pm
Like A Robot
They're the windows to her soul
And they told me everything
But everything was nothing
Only what I knew and need not know
For what she said was not on show
A pause, a thought, a hope reopened
But then I heard the mechanical words that were spoken
...like a robot
Those three intimate words of affection
But her eyes were focused in a different direction
...empty, soulless; like a robot
Then a silent moment, a reflection to share
An embarrassed half smile that I couldn't bear
No qualm was allayed by her gliding touch
Her...
And they told me everything
But everything was nothing
Only what I knew and need not know
For what she said was not on show
A pause, a thought, a hope reopened
But then I heard the mechanical words that were spoken
...like a robot
Those three intimate words of affection
But her eyes were focused in a different direction
...empty, soulless; like a robot
Then a silent moment, a reflection to share
An embarrassed half smile that I couldn't bear
No qualm was allayed by her gliding touch
Her...
#PopCulture
1236 reads
DARK POEM
Published
26th Aug 2017 2:32pm
26th Aug 2017 2:32pm
Beyond This Oasis
All the flora and fauna existed on a water fed basis
But the springs are now dry beyond this oasis
There're no clouds in the sky; no fruit on the trees
As the temperature rises above 60 degrees
I'm the last of my kind, but my spirit's a thread
And I don't have the strength to cover the dead
I've devoured the last fig; I've supped the muddy water
As I wither away in the pitiless slaughter
I slouch on the ground amongst the dust and the stones
A sickly sack of skin over a framework of bones
The last man alive in this hideous heat ...
But the springs are now dry beyond this oasis
There're no clouds in the sky; no fruit on the trees
As the temperature rises above 60 degrees
I'm the last of my kind, but my spirit's a thread
And I don't have the strength to cover the dead
I've devoured the last fig; I've supped the muddy water
As I wither away in the pitiless slaughter
I slouch on the ground amongst the dust and the stones
A sickly sack of skin over a framework of bones
The last man alive in this hideous heat ...
#PopCulture
1380 reads
DARK POEM
Published
19th Aug 2017 2:56pm
19th Aug 2017 2:56pm
Back & Forth
She's rocking in her rocking chair, back & forth
East to west and south to north
When she's there she's there, but when she's gone she's gone
And with those that haunt her she'll be among
From where she was she's now amiss
As she falls into the black depths of the abyss
Deep into the choking smog of her delusional obsession
Free falling through the silver lined clouds of her past life regression
Forwards she rocks and then she's back
Time's meandering and she's losing track
Back & forth, sometimes here, but...
East to west and south to north
When she's there she's there, but when she's gone she's gone
And with those that haunt her she'll be among
From where she was she's now amiss
As she falls into the black depths of the abyss
Deep into the choking smog of her delusional obsession
Free falling through the silver lined clouds of her past life regression
Forwards she rocks and then she's back
Time's meandering and she's losing track
Back & forth, sometimes here, but...
#dark
#evil
#ghosts
#hell
#pagan
1503 reads
DARK POEM
Published
27th Jul 2017 4:58pm
27th Jul 2017 4:58pm
This is The End
And what was to be, it all came to pass
From the rivers of brine to the burning grass
The guilty, the indignant, the impassive all hexed
With all of our destinies predicted in texts
So unclasp your hands and with fingers form a steeple
And pray for the deliverance of the unquestioning people
Pray for yourself, the dupe, the mute, another easily led
For it's never too late to embrace the nonsense that's said
This was utopia, but 'twas always coveted by Hades rising
And if you hope for nothing, in the hereafter, then that's not...
From the rivers of brine to the burning grass
The guilty, the indignant, the impassive all hexed
With all of our destinies predicted in texts
So unclasp your hands and with fingers form a steeple
And pray for the deliverance of the unquestioning people
Pray for yourself, the dupe, the mute, another easily led
For it's never too late to embrace the nonsense that's said
This was utopia, but 'twas always coveted by Hades rising
And if you hope for nothing, in the hereafter, then that's not...
1321 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jul 2017 1:07pm
7th Jul 2017 1:07pm
A Sea of Sand (No Man's Land)
Empty dwellings, along empty streets
And a soulless souk, where no one meets
No ears to hear the echoes from minarets
No eyes to see, a sea of sand repossess
Weatherworn stonework, the dust swirls and rises
The desert wants what it despises
A cloud of angry ochre writhes in the wind
The filtered sun opaque and dimmed
Hills of sand creep up to crumbling walls
Tops sailing over in wind whipped squalls
Piled and sculptured, the transforming dunes
Will never live, but will consume
A lizard watches, atop, on dancing feet...
And a soulless souk, where no one meets
No ears to hear the echoes from minarets
No eyes to see, a sea of sand repossess
Weatherworn stonework, the dust swirls and rises
The desert wants what it despises
A cloud of angry ochre writhes in the wind
The filtered sun opaque and dimmed
Hills of sand creep up to crumbling walls
Tops sailing over in wind whipped squalls
Piled and sculptured, the transforming dunes
Will never live, but will consume
A lizard watches, atop, on dancing feet...
1419 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2017 1:59pm
25th Jun 2017 1:59pm
The Profits Vulture
Oh what dumb sheep and blind fools are we
To vote for those who empower the upper echelons of the bourgeoisie
For those suits, in hi-spec ivory towers, with their obscene salaries and bonus culture
Feed like fat cats on society's corpse, with their friend, the profits vulture
Austerity will bite in tenement blocks, far and wide, amidst winter's chill
Behind electronic gates the privileged few will luxuriate at St Georges Hill
Same country, but several mi££ion miles apart, across a yawning chasm
Where, obscenely, money seeks money with inappropriate...
To vote for those who empower the upper echelons of the bourgeoisie
For those suits, in hi-spec ivory towers, with their obscene salaries and bonus culture
Feed like fat cats on society's corpse, with their friend, the profits vulture
Austerity will bite in tenement blocks, far and wide, amidst winter's chill
Behind electronic gates the privileged few will luxuriate at St Georges Hill
Same country, but several mi££ion miles apart, across a yawning chasm
Where, obscenely, money seeks money with inappropriate...
1089 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2017 9:28pm
2nd Jun 2017 9:28pm
The Labyrinth of Time
The High Priestess' reveals and nothing she'll bar
Low light is repealed as she shows me The Star...
...and I'm swimming in smog, or maybe I'm tripping
As I stumble through a room where the clock isn't ticking
This can't be any kind of reality, or so it would seem
But I've been here before, in this place in between
I pass through a door and I'm chilled to the marrow
She's sat at a table, her cold hand on a tarot
I look into her eyes of our memories passed
And sit down beside her, knowing the die has been cast
She opens the...
Low light is repealed as she shows me The Star...
...and I'm swimming in smog, or maybe I'm tripping
As I stumble through a room where the clock isn't ticking
This can't be any kind of reality, or so it would seem
But I've been here before, in this place in between
I pass through a door and I'm chilled to the marrow
She's sat at a table, her cold hand on a tarot
I look into her eyes of our memories passed
And sit down beside her, knowing the die has been cast
She opens the...
1500 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2017 3:28pm
23rd May 2017 3:28pm
Hell's Creation
Did you; could you, look into the children's eyes?
To contemplate all those drip fed lies
And who convinced you of the heinous act to follow?
Amongst the throng, you took their time, that wasn't yours to borrow
Did insanity call, or did you believe your malevolent guidance?
Weren't you touched by humanity before your indiscriminate violence?
But now you've gone and there are no words of vitriol for an explanation
For yours was the, sick, deadly deed of (and you'll always be) hell's creation
And now, whatever godforsaken planet...
To contemplate all those drip fed lies
And who convinced you of the heinous act to follow?
Amongst the throng, you took their time, that wasn't yours to borrow
Did insanity call, or did you believe your malevolent guidance?
Weren't you touched by humanity before your indiscriminate violence?
But now you've gone and there are no words of vitriol for an explanation
For yours was the, sick, deadly deed of (and you'll always be) hell's creation
And now, whatever godforsaken planet...
952 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th May 2017 8:21pm
14th May 2017 8:21pm
Where Rainbows Die
This time, this life, was not meant to be
For you and I to share our joie de vivre
But perhaps there's a place, a parallel conjunction
Where we are together, forever, without compunction
In a reverie, I can see him there, is he playing possum?
Amongst the verdant grasses, beneath the pinkish hue of adorning blossom
And he's smiling and giggling with his merry larking
As an angel and butterflies espy, with a dog and its tail wagging barking
But the here and now is invisible lines that we cannot cross
With those maudlin feelings akin to...
For you and I to share our joie de vivre
But perhaps there's a place, a parallel conjunction
Where we are together, forever, without compunction
In a reverie, I can see him there, is he playing possum?
Amongst the verdant grasses, beneath the pinkish hue of adorning blossom
And he's smiling and giggling with his merry larking
As an angel and butterflies espy, with a dog and its tail wagging barking
But the here and now is invisible lines that we cannot cross
With those maudlin feelings akin to...
1306 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd May 2017 4:28pm
2nd May 2017 4:28pm
Memento Mori
Don't look now, beyond mortality's inequitable shambles
For the hourglass drains in a ring of guttering candles
Focus forwards, whilst time is a concept of linear motion
And ponder not that you might be the next one chosen
Rainbows rising, blue skies, the blossom sprawling
Let the songbirds chorus be your only calling
Catch the breeze and bathe in the glory of sun-kissed days
And dwell on the ethereal, but not the words of knaves
Lead your life, for there is no need to follow
For what's here today, maybe gone tomorrow
Spring into...
For the hourglass drains in a ring of guttering candles
Focus forwards, whilst time is a concept of linear motion
And ponder not that you might be the next one chosen
Rainbows rising, blue skies, the blossom sprawling
Let the songbirds chorus be your only calling
Catch the breeze and bathe in the glory of sun-kissed days
And dwell on the ethereal, but not the words of knaves
Lead your life, for there is no need to follow
For what's here today, maybe gone tomorrow
Spring into...
986 reads
2 Comments
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