Submissions by Xaphan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry - To muse in the inner space of imagination.
DARK POEM
Published
30th Jul 2016 8:26pm
30th Jul 2016 8:26pm
The Silent Sea
So I slip beneath the waves of the silent sea
And it's such a cold and fucking lonely place to be
I search, I reach out to the glistening surface
But my fumbling fingers can't grasp, can't get no purchase
And you look down on me, with your red eyes glaring
You're refracted black on black, with a hunchback's bearing
And I can't hear; I can't hear a fucking thing
As the jellyfish bob and the stingrays sting
Now my sweet air is leaving in desperate bubbles
Taking with them all of my toils and troubles
And the fish are staring and are...
And it's such a cold and fucking lonely place to be
I search, I reach out to the glistening surface
But my fumbling fingers can't grasp, can't get no purchase
And you look down on me, with your red eyes glaring
You're refracted black on black, with a hunchback's bearing
And I can't hear; I can't hear a fucking thing
As the jellyfish bob and the stingrays sting
Now my sweet air is leaving in desperate bubbles
Taking with them all of my toils and troubles
And the fish are staring and are...
1087 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Jul 2016 8:02pm
24th Jul 2016 8:02pm
The Slithering Snakes
All the slithering snakes, so slippery they slide
With their whipping forked tongues and eyes bulging wide
Demons and devils and (dark) angels, fallen
Raising the wrath is their own personal calling
Venom and hatred whilst rattling their 'tales'
Taken from mystical books cloaked in black veils
Heaven's no haven and hell's to avoid
And nothing will stop them with their armies deployed
The devil's a man he's a cold bloodied creature
He's a peddler of evil; of the dark arts he's a teacher
A wink and a smile; the bullet, the bomb ...
With their whipping forked tongues and eyes bulging wide
Demons and devils and (dark) angels, fallen
Raising the wrath is their own personal calling
Venom and hatred whilst rattling their 'tales'
Taken from mystical books cloaked in black veils
Heaven's no haven and hell's to avoid
And nothing will stop them with their armies deployed
The devil's a man he's a cold bloodied creature
He's a peddler of evil; of the dark arts he's a teacher
A wink and a smile; the bullet, the bomb ...
1065 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jul 2016 8:16pm
9th Jul 2016 8:16pm
Doll's House
Nothing's astir, not even a mouse
In the cavernous attic there's just a doll's house
There's a hint of luminosity, but an empty light fitting
And a dark that's not pitch and is fleetingly flitting
All that's defined in the aura, monochromatic
Is the wooden construction left behind in the attic
They abandoned the lodge and left it behind
Conveniently forgot, for their own peace of mind
They switched off the gas, but left on the leccy
And took everything with them in their last reckless recce
Dankness now pervades from cellar to...
In the cavernous attic there's just a doll's house
There's a hint of luminosity, but an empty light fitting
And a dark that's not pitch and is fleetingly flitting
All that's defined in the aura, monochromatic
Is the wooden construction left behind in the attic
They abandoned the lodge and left it behind
Conveniently forgot, for their own peace of mind
They switched off the gas, but left on the leccy
And took everything with them in their last reckless recce
Dankness now pervades from cellar to...
1243 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jul 2016 00:12am
1st Jul 2016 00:12am
This Black Veil
This black veil; around me...
Surrounds me; confounds me...
Can it drown me in its inky void
Shred my spirit, to a point destroyed?
Is this where I choose to dwell/repair
In this malevolent reservoir of my despair?
Because this black veil is an intimate vortex
Born and bred in my cerebral cortex
And I can't escape, or wipe the slate...
Clean my head; before I suffocate...
And I know it's always there; it surrounds me...
As it confounds me, as it drowns me...
To fight the fight would be to no avail
'cause...
Surrounds me; confounds me...
Can it drown me in its inky void
Shred my spirit, to a point destroyed?
Is this where I choose to dwell/repair
In this malevolent reservoir of my despair?
Because this black veil is an intimate vortex
Born and bred in my cerebral cortex
And I can't escape, or wipe the slate...
Clean my head; before I suffocate...
And I know it's always there; it surrounds me...
As it confounds me, as it drowns me...
To fight the fight would be to no avail
'cause...
1000 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2016 9:09pm
4th Jun 2016 9:09pm
I'm Counting Stars
I'm counting stars; I'm skimming stones across the moonlit waves of an ocean
And I'm drowning my dreams in the mystical ways of a potion
But I'm sinking in deeper and I'm grasping the dark
That's no longer dormant in the empty space of my aching heart
Are these my tears, or just the ocean spray?
That washes you, a thousand, a million miles away
Am I lost in time? 'cause I'm in need of your soothing solace
In this nowhere, never, place that crept upon us
I'm naming the constellations, as the...
And I'm drowning my dreams in the mystical ways of a potion
But I'm sinking in deeper and I'm grasping the dark
That's no longer dormant in the empty space of my aching heart
Are these my tears, or just the ocean spray?
That washes you, a thousand, a million miles away
Am I lost in time? 'cause I'm in need of your soothing solace
In this nowhere, never, place that crept upon us
I'm naming the constellations, as the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jun 2016 10:10pm
1st Jun 2016 10:10pm
For You...
Bumbling bumblebees flirting with the sweetest, most fragrant flowers
Flowers of a hundred different hues, in the lushest of green pastures
Under a delicate carpet of a summer's morning dew
Are these the some of the things you love, as much as I love you?
Diamond encrusted rainbows in a cobalt sky of the purest blue
Skylarks, the wind in the rushes and little lambs too!
I hope these are a few of the things that you love, as much as I love you...
...and do you need the sentimental songs of love, hope and all your desires?
And maybe a slow dance in...
Flowers of a hundred different hues, in the lushest of green pastures
Under a delicate carpet of a summer's morning dew
Are these the some of the things you love, as much as I love you?
Diamond encrusted rainbows in a cobalt sky of the purest blue
Skylarks, the wind in the rushes and little lambs too!
I hope these are a few of the things that you love, as much as I love you...
...and do you need the sentimental songs of love, hope and all your desires?
And maybe a slow dance in...
1276 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Mar 2016 3:11pm
6th Mar 2016 3:11pm
Xaphan
Exiled to Hades, 'tis now where I dwell
To fan the furious flames in this pit of Hell
Once an angel, now a demon of perdition
Serving an eternal sentence without remission
Now I'm the inferno and I raise Hell's fire
And I'll reignite embers to quell Heaven's choir
I'll incinerate paradise and the promised land
Throwing the avenging flames I've personally fanned
All I want is complete destruction
So I'll awaken dormant volcanoes with new eruptions
And I'll stand in Hell and smirk with mirth ...
To fan the furious flames in this pit of Hell
Once an angel, now a demon of perdition
Serving an eternal sentence without remission
Now I'm the inferno and I raise Hell's fire
And I'll reignite embers to quell Heaven's choir
I'll incinerate paradise and the promised land
Throwing the avenging flames I've personally fanned
All I want is complete destruction
So I'll awaken dormant volcanoes with new eruptions
And I'll stand in Hell and smirk with mirth ...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2016 1:31pm
3rd Mar 2016 1:31pm
The Impenetrable Dark
I think I can hear, I can hear the deafening silence
And I can see the impenetrable dark, with my defiance
I can taste the sickening bile of my despicable fear
And I think I'm alone, but I'm not sure, nothing is clear
I'm deaf, there's only the white noise of the background static
I think I'm blind, but my thoughts are much too erratic
But I can't escape my fear, it's a hideous malformed miscreation
And I'm not alone, 'cause I can't elude this godforsaken abomination
Dead, I'm dead, I was...
And I can see the impenetrable dark, with my defiance
I can taste the sickening bile of my despicable fear
And I think I'm alone, but I'm not sure, nothing is clear
I'm deaf, there's only the white noise of the background static
I think I'm blind, but my thoughts are much too erratic
But I can't escape my fear, it's a hideous malformed miscreation
And I'm not alone, 'cause I can't elude this godforsaken abomination
Dead, I'm dead, I was...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th Feb 2016 11:56pm
26th Feb 2016 11:56pm
P is for Purgatory
This was never the scenario...
Was never the obvious option...
And I was wrong; so wrong
The somatic has gone, but I live on...
And on, and on, and on, and on
I always thought that the end was the end
No ifs, no buts, no maybes
This wasn't plan A,B or C
Because this is plan P, and P is for Purgatory
And this is my diary, the diary of a dead man
Trapped and alone; alone with the P plan
The first day is the second day...
And the third day and the last day
And the last day is every day
There're no blue...
Was never the obvious option...
And I was wrong; so wrong
The somatic has gone, but I live on...
And on, and on, and on, and on
I always thought that the end was the end
No ifs, no buts, no maybes
This wasn't plan A,B or C
Because this is plan P, and P is for Purgatory
And this is my diary, the diary of a dead man
Trapped and alone; alone with the P plan
The first day is the second day...
And the third day and the last day
And the last day is every day
There're no blue...
919 reads
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2016 10:38pm
23rd Feb 2016 10:38pm
Cold Heart/Bloody Palms
How cold is the heart that's as brittle as glass
Shattering to shards on the cusp of your grasp
And those shards are the razors that you grind in your hands
For in the ecstasy of pain only you'll understand
Feeding the fire to obliterate those dubious charms
The glass cannot glisten drenched in the blood from your palms
Can you not shed a tear, are you misunderstood?
Or are you purging the sorrow with your own vapid blood?
Lazily leaking from each jagged rip
Depleting your reasoning with each languid drip
Blood covered glass is embedded in the...
Shattering to shards on the cusp of your grasp
And those shards are the razors that you grind in your hands
For in the ecstasy of pain only you'll understand
Feeding the fire to obliterate those dubious charms
The glass cannot glisten drenched in the blood from your palms
Can you not shed a tear, are you misunderstood?
Or are you purging the sorrow with your own vapid blood?
Lazily leaking from each jagged rip
Depleting your reasoning with each languid drip
Blood covered glass is embedded in the...
1031 reads
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