Submissions by Xaphan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry - To muse in the inner space of imagination.
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2023 2:06am
2nd Mar 2023 2:06am
Dying Flames
Dying flames, incinerated the ether, to charcoal black
After the nuclear conflagration, of a MAD, tactical fact
But our final fate, wasn't authorized, anywhere higher
For it's nature's way, that our mortal flesh, doth expire
Never more than a conduit, a bridge, or a missing link
We were intelligently designed, to exist, upon the brink
And then enabled, for a while, to be the world's curator
Until the time came, for us, to be immortality's creator
We followed many, mythical ways, of the circular path
That led to nowhere, but...
After the nuclear conflagration, of a MAD, tactical fact
But our final fate, wasn't authorized, anywhere higher
For it's nature's way, that our mortal flesh, doth expire
Never more than a conduit, a bridge, or a missing link
We were intelligently designed, to exist, upon the brink
And then enabled, for a while, to be the world's curator
Until the time came, for us, to be immortality's creator
We followed many, mythical ways, of the circular path
That led to nowhere, but...
#dark
#technology
#religion
#apocalypse
#LifeCycle
201 reads
DARK POEM
Published
13th Feb 2023 00:18am
13th Feb 2023 00:18am
Asylum Seeker
As I inevitably slip deeper, into my mad man's, dream
Sheol awaits me there, where my sanity can't redeem
Yet although I fear not, a sanatorium's locks and bolts
Lest I can't escape, from within, feed me electric volts
Under flickering bulbs, shock me, char me and deliver
Maybe you can turn my mind, into a burning lava river
Save of me what you can, despite knowing I'm insane
End my every nightmare, otherwise, the demons gain
Electrodes in the bedlam, will help this asylum seeker
Keeping me from here, where darkness, is my keeper
Even when,...
Sheol awaits me there, where my sanity can't redeem
Yet although I fear not, a sanatorium's locks and bolts
Lest I can't escape, from within, feed me electric volts
Under flickering bulbs, shock me, char me and deliver
Maybe you can turn my mind, into a burning lava river
Save of me what you can, despite knowing I'm insane
End my every nightmare, otherwise, the demons gain
Electrodes in the bedlam, will help this asylum seeker
Keeping me from here, where darkness, is my keeper
Even when,...
#dark
#monsters
#MentalHealth
#suffering
#horror
248 reads
DARK POEM
Published
19th Jan 2023 11:37pm
19th Jan 2023 11:37pm
Watching Horror Films Together
#dark
#monsters
#MentalHealth
#confusion
#horror
169 reads
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jan 2023 1:51am
13th Jan 2023 1:51am
Contaminate
Don't stand too close,
for you might facilitate.
What dies here, within me,
which may, contaminate.
And it'll be much too dark,
if, or when, it's in 'your' mind.
And then it'll be much too late,
to kill, what you cannot find.
Because, it will feed on you,
like writhing maggots, in gore.
Gorging on your, festering,
cerebral cortex's, central core.
And then you'll feel, what I feel,
you'll feel the sickening rot.
The haemorrhaging of sanity,
until reality, you cannot plot.
So, if I was you, I'd be...
for you might facilitate.
What dies here, within me,
which may, contaminate.
And it'll be much too dark,
if, or when, it's in 'your' mind.
And then it'll be much too late,
to kill, what you cannot find.
Because, it will feed on you,
like writhing maggots, in gore.
Gorging on your, festering,
cerebral cortex's, central core.
And then you'll feel, what I feel,
you'll feel the sickening rot.
The haemorrhaging of sanity,
until reality, you cannot plot.
So, if I was you, I'd be...
#dark
#relationships
#identity
#death
#MentalHealth
310 reads
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2022 8:05pm
31st Dec 2022 8:05pm
Blue Bear
It's a dream she thought, but it was wonder and awe
At the end of the bed, there was a blue bear to adore
To the silent sentinel, she said 'I know you're not real'
But beguiled by its presence, she'd ephemerally heal
And though time would pass, she'd always remember
Even when August faded, into a cimmerian December
So when she found peace, with a last nod of her head
I'm sure, a blue bear was there, at the end of her bed
At the end of the bed, there was a blue bear to adore
To the silent sentinel, she said 'I know you're not real'
But beguiled by its presence, she'd ephemerally heal
And though time would pass, she'd always remember
Even when August faded, into a cimmerian December
So when she found peace, with a last nod of her head
I'm sure, a blue bear was there, at the end of her bed
#sadness
#grief
#family
#death
#MentalHealth
181 reads
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2022 00:58am
23rd Oct 2022 00:58am
Otherside / No Master Plan
OTHERSIDE
To the black arts and demons, I pledged my troths
But they were the smoke and mirrors of unholy ghosts
For there was nothing left in reality, but a mummer's mime
And the irreversible pouring, of the silent sands, of time
I travelled far beyond the ether, to outer space
But there was no one there either, or even a trace
So I'm here, in these wastelands, of the in-between
With wiccan witches, on the Otherside of Halloween
NO MASTER PLAN
There's no God, or Satan, there's...
To the black arts and demons, I pledged my troths
But they were the smoke and mirrors of unholy ghosts
For there was nothing left in reality, but a mummer's mime
And the irreversible pouring, of the silent sands, of time
I travelled far beyond the ether, to outer space
But there was no one there either, or even a trace
So I'm here, in these wastelands, of the in-between
With wiccan witches, on the Otherside of Halloween
NO MASTER PLAN
There's no God, or Satan, there's...
#death
#Halloween
#religion
#ghosts
#witches
284 reads
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2022 00:10am
22nd Oct 2022 00:10am
Hailoween
They'll hail this night, of wights, before they're torn asunder
And let their inner demons thrive, before the witches conjure
For although the disciples of the macabre, are insanely obscene
It's now their time to hail, the eidolons, for they are Halloween
Thirteen witches incantations, will call Satan, to raise the dead
Whilst a pumpkin gazes, through empty eyes, in a hollow head
And the defiled, will pledge their souls, within the satanic oaths
As the necromancers purge their demons and the unholy ghosts
Of flesh and blood, will surround,...
And let their inner demons thrive, before the witches conjure
For although the disciples of the macabre, are insanely obscene
It's now their time to hail, the eidolons, for they are Halloween
Thirteen witches incantations, will call Satan, to raise the dead
Whilst a pumpkin gazes, through empty eyes, in a hollow head
And the defiled, will pledge their souls, within the satanic oaths
As the necromancers purge their demons and the unholy ghosts
Of flesh and blood, will surround,...
#Halloween
#devil
#pagan
#witches
#horror
322 reads
DARK POEM
Published
16th Oct 2022 6:30pm
16th Oct 2022 6:30pm
Witchcraft Today
#sex
#Halloween
#dirty
#witches
#horror
335 reads
DARK POEM
Published
11th Oct 2022 00:42am
11th Oct 2022 00:42am
Haunted World
Haunted world, cast into a radioactive, Venus guise
Ascension has been mortally razed, within their lies
Under a spell, those who were, decided not to think
Now, they're the ghosts and ashes, of those extinct
They had it all, as they chose to see, but didn't look
Ending everything inevitably, as the lightning struck
Death was, the missile, the bomb, the artillery shell
Wailing with insanity's sirens, to warn, but not repel
Ordained by heaven, but the gods, were not in fact
Removed, from the horror, of each depraved attack
Let those MAD men...
Ascension has been mortally razed, within their lies
Under a spell, those who were, decided not to think
Now, they're the ghosts and ashes, of those extinct
They had it all, as they chose to see, but didn't look
Ending everything inevitably, as the lightning struck
Death was, the missile, the bomb, the artillery shell
Wailing with insanity's sirens, to warn, but not repel
Ordained by heaven, but the gods, were not in fact
Removed, from the horror, of each depraved attack
Let those MAD men...
#hate
#oppression
#war
#death
#MentalHealth
318 reads
DARK POEM
Published
21st Sep 2022 11:12pm
21st Sep 2022 11:12pm
In The Depths Of Darkness
Behind the bars, in the domain, of the dark and damp
You might see, the ethereal glow, of the miner's lamp
But in the listless umbra, there'll be no shadows cast
For those who are there, are phantoms from the past
Some others, crawled through a hole, to wander round
Under the sinkholes, in the warren, beneath the ground
In the crumbling tunnels, they left their marks, in white
As they scribed, their cartography, by their torch's light
Oft, in eerie silence, they traipsed and had time to mull ...
You might see, the ethereal glow, of the miner's lamp
But in the listless umbra, there'll be no shadows cast
For those who are there, are phantoms from the past
Some others, crawled through a hole, to wander round
Under the sinkholes, in the warren, beneath the ground
In the crumbling tunnels, they left their marks, in white
As they scribed, their cartography, by their torch's light
Oft, in eerie silence, they traipsed and had time to mull ...
#dark
#childhood
#ghosts
#myself
#risk
463 reads
DARK POEM
Published
18th Sep 2022 7:09pm
18th Sep 2022 7:09pm
Elysium Nova
Whoever you think you are, you are not, you'll never exist
For your unreality is, merely, a metaverse, created abyss
You're part of a machine, there's nothing above or below
As a copy of humanity, you're simply, a shimmering glow
Everything you're not, is an illusion, an AI's make-believe
And where you are, is a matrix, that you cannot perceive
For you were created, not born, from the start, level one
To be manipulated, up to level two and then, on and on
Your free will, is insanity, for you're constantly being led
And though an essence...
For your unreality is, merely, a metaverse, created abyss
You're part of a machine, there's nothing above or below
As a copy of humanity, you're simply, a shimmering glow
Everything you're not, is an illusion, an AI's make-believe
And where you are, is a matrix, that you cannot perceive
For you were created, not born, from the start, level one
To be manipulated, up to level two and then, on and on
Your free will, is insanity, for you're constantly being led
And though an essence...
#dark
#technology
#LifeCycle
#scifi
#horror
361 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Sep 2022 11:25pm
10th Sep 2022 11:25pm
Torturing For Pleasure
#dark
#sex
#BDSM
#MentalHealth
#suffering
301 reads
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