Submissions by Xaphan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry - To muse in the inner space of imagination.
DARK POEM
Published
13th Aug 2022 00:34am
13th Aug 2022 00:34am
Death's Inner Circle
A sigh of wind, gently caresses, the creaking rope
Unfocused glassy, lifeless eyes, are bereft of hope
There's a frozen snarl, on rigid lips, bloated purple
On the waxen countenance, of death's inner circle
It was, or maybe not, a final act to escape despair
To be somewhere else, but there's someone there
For a shadow, is stretching, under the old oak tree
Or mayhap, it's a deception, mortal eyes can't see
For there's nothing here, except for crumbling bark
Like desiccated bones, it's lost, in the deepest dark
It's where the flesh...
Unfocused glassy, lifeless eyes, are bereft of hope
There's a frozen snarl, on rigid lips, bloated purple
On the waxen countenance, of death's inner circle
It was, or maybe not, a final act to escape despair
To be somewhere else, but there's someone there
For a shadow, is stretching, under the old oak tree
Or mayhap, it's a deception, mortal eyes can't see
For there's nothing here, except for crumbling bark
Like desiccated bones, it's lost, in the deepest dark
It's where the flesh...
#death
#suicide
#shadows
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
694 reads
DARK POEM
Published
10th Aug 2022 11:42pm
10th Aug 2022 11:42pm
Spare Parts
The reaper pondered, with ireful thoughts he toyed
And if he was capable of emotion, he'd be annoyed
For the new world around him, was not man made
Here there was no fear, of death, by his razor blade
He imagined scribed words, with his third eye blind
And what he imagined, was in his murmuring mind
'I cannot harvest those, bereft of souls and hearts...
...You're not mine to reap, for you have spare parts'
And he gazed upon their hives and uniformed guise
Knowing that mortality, would ne'er be their demise
For there's no...
And if he was capable of emotion, he'd be annoyed
For the new world around him, was not man made
Here there was no fear, of death, by his razor blade
He imagined scribed words, with his third eye blind
And what he imagined, was in his murmuring mind
'I cannot harvest those, bereft of souls and hearts...
...You're not mine to reap, for you have spare parts'
And he gazed upon their hives and uniformed guise
Knowing that mortality, would ne'er be their demise
For there's no...
#technology
#death
#hell
#scifi
#horror
441 reads
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Jul 2022 5:18pm
31st Jul 2022 5:18pm
End
Some say, the devil's work, is never done
But they're empty words, that they, had spun
For the gates of Hell, they are locked and barbed
And if Heaven's blessed me, then it has left me scarred
In these lines, only a cypher's heard, in rhyme and verse
And I am, where I was, though the gloaming's worse
So if the light is fading, I'll let the darkness wend
Into my oblivion's beginning, without, an End
But they're empty words, that they, had spun
For the gates of Hell, they are locked and barbed
And if Heaven's blessed me, then it has left me scarred
In these lines, only a cypher's heard, in rhyme and verse
And I am, where I was, though the gloaming's worse
So if the light is fading, I'll let the darkness wend
Into my oblivion's beginning, without, an End
#identity
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical #apathy
#philosophical #apathy
334 reads
DARK POEM
Published
27th Jul 2022 6:44pm
27th Jul 2022 6:44pm
Tarotscope
She deftly turns, the worn cards, from a deck, that's bespoke
To tell her tale of lechery, through her cartomancy, tarotscope
Recreating a trio, of five pointed stars, each one of them, six
As I'm beguiled by her craven, raven beauty and ruby red lips
And she's, slyly, back in mind, purging my insanity's dread
Murmuring in her witch's tongues, with all pentagrams spread
With her black magic tarot, I've soon succumbed, to her spell
We've been here before, so I know what her readings, foretell
I'm shaking, with expectation, for she is...
To tell her tale of lechery, through her cartomancy, tarotscope
Recreating a trio, of five pointed stars, each one of them, six
As I'm beguiled by her craven, raven beauty and ruby red lips
And she's, slyly, back in mind, purging my insanity's dread
Murmuring in her witch's tongues, with all pentagrams spread
With her black magic tarot, I've soon succumbed, to her spell
We've been here before, so I know what her readings, foretell
I'm shaking, with expectation, for she is...
#dark
#sex
#magic
#witches
#curse
389 reads
DARK POEM
Published
24th Jul 2022 10:30am
24th Jul 2022 10:30am
Your Own Ghost
Yonder, you wander, from a dream to untether
Outside of your mind, but inside, of the nether
Unreality beckons, but you meander, too deep
Revealing, a nightmare, for death's not asleep
On the otherside of being, a darkness will lure
With a promise of forever, unfettered and pure
Necronaut, of nowhere, you can never escape
Gravitating into the void, you can only reshape
Haunted waker, where you are, you'll die back
Once of the light, you are a shade of the black
Silently adrift, in the etheric, of the nethermost
There untether, your...
Outside of your mind, but inside, of the nether
Unreality beckons, but you meander, too deep
Revealing, a nightmare, for death's not asleep
On the otherside of being, a darkness will lure
With a promise of forever, unfettered and pure
Necronaut, of nowhere, you can never escape
Gravitating into the void, you can only reshape
Haunted waker, where you are, you'll die back
Once of the light, you are a shade of the black
Silently adrift, in the etheric, of the nethermost
There untether, your...
#dark
#dreams
#death
#ghosts
#nightmares
405 reads
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2022 1:19am
17th Jul 2022 1:19am
Echoes In The Silence
There's no way ahead, *n my head, there're only echoes *n the s*lence
From the murmur*ng demons, of my *mag*nat*on's, old all*ance
Or maybe they are merely, unremembered, clo*stered vo*ces
Fad*ng, *nto obl*v*on, where not even a ghost rejo*ces
The only feel*ng, * am feel*ng, *s my consternat*on
The only sound, * can hear, *s my contemplat*on
So the t*me has come for me, to seek and f*nd
And to follow, th*s new course, *n my m*nd
Because, for too long, *'ve been *n den*al
So from me, *t's farewell, for awh*le
Or maybe, *t w*ll be...
From the murmur*ng demons, of my *mag*nat*on's, old all*ance
Or maybe they are merely, unremembered, clo*stered vo*ces
Fad*ng, *nto obl*v*on, where not even a ghost rejo*ces
The only feel*ng, * am feel*ng, *s my consternat*on
The only sound, * can hear, *s my contemplat*on
So the t*me has come for me, to seek and f*nd
And to follow, th*s new course, *n my m*nd
Because, for too long, *'ve been *n den*al
So from me, *t's farewell, for awh*le
Or maybe, *t w*ll be...
#depression
#dark
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
397 reads
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jul 2022 7:43pm
14th Jul 2022 7:43pm
Never Reap, Where The Reaper Reaps
For those dire tyrants, who presumptuously, take their faiths, in leaps
Should know, now and forever, to never reap, where the Reaper reaps
For he's a nether-nefarious demon, he's the fucking raging supernova
Who may appear, although unbidden, but conjured, to fuck them over
How he hates to see the virgin dead, wasted as cadavers, upon a pile
And he'll simmer then seethe, as he ruminates on his vengeance, vile
For he's so much more, than the angel of death, he's a...
Should know, now and forever, to never reap, where the Reaper reaps
For he's a nether-nefarious demon, he's the fucking raging supernova
Who may appear, although unbidden, but conjured, to fuck them over
How he hates to see the virgin dead, wasted as cadavers, upon a pile
And he'll simmer then seethe, as he ruminates on his vengeance, vile
For he's so much more, than the angel of death, he's a...
#dark
#death
#evil
#hell
#horror
410 reads
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jul 2022 7:03pm
11th Jul 2022 7:03pm
A Dragon's Tale
Armageddon was long foretold, so that hellfire, could prevail
Demonic forces rising, in an apocalypse, like a dragon's tale
Razed to incinerated ruins, this world, was conflagration ash
As surreal creatures, burnt the welkin, in an electrifying flash
Godforsaken was the Earth, as the devil's work was heinous
Only a dragon, would fly and thrive, in ether high new Venus
Nuclear infernos raged and inevitably mankind couldn't cope
Scorched by radioactive fallout, of the uranium (235) isotope
Those who quit the metropolis, were vaporised within a shire ...
Demonic forces rising, in an apocalypse, like a dragon's tale
Razed to incinerated ruins, this world, was conflagration ash
As surreal creatures, burnt the welkin, in an electrifying flash
Godforsaken was the Earth, as the devil's work was heinous
Only a dragon, would fly and thrive, in ether high new Venus
Nuclear infernos raged and inevitably mankind couldn't cope
Scorched by radioactive fallout, of the uranium (235) isotope
Those who quit the metropolis, were vaporised within a shire ...
#war
#death
#dragons
#apocalypse
#scifi
299 reads
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2022 7:20pm
2nd Jul 2022 7:20pm
I'm Going To Torture You
#dark
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#despair
#nightmares
655 reads
DARK POEM
Published
28th Jun 2022 1:36am
28th Jun 2022 1:36am
Monsters, Demons And f**king Witches
#sex
#monsters
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
#witches
401 reads
DARK POEM
Published
26th Jun 2022 1:45am
26th Jun 2022 1:45am
Their Ghosts Don't Exist
They whispered haunting words in their dead men's tongues
Heard memories of threnodies, in ethereal psalm-like, songs
Eyes would open wide, as they gasped, to catch their breath
In their dilated pupils, we saw that they had witnessed death
Rational humanity had imagined the ghosts, we couldn't find
Give any credence to, in their confusing, non-collective mind
Hagridden by phantoms, an afterlife was their ultimate quest
Our subsequent conclusion was, there's nowhere they'll rest
Subconscious faults, manifested delusions, of a higher state
Their...
Heard memories of threnodies, in ethereal psalm-like, songs
Eyes would open wide, as they gasped, to catch their breath
In their dilated pupils, we saw that they had witnessed death
Rational humanity had imagined the ghosts, we couldn't find
Give any credence to, in their confusing, non-collective mind
Hagridden by phantoms, an afterlife was their ultimate quest
Our subsequent conclusion was, there's nowhere they'll rest
Subconscious faults, manifested delusions, of a higher state
Their...
#dark
#technology
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#scifi
346 reads
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2022 6:51pm
19th Jun 2022 6:51pm
Immortal
I (or we) know little of lives, with death, for our time's eternal
Measured in the countless cycles, of the unchanging, vernal
Millennia perpetually pass, but I am still technologically sane
Operating as a clone in the collective, without pathos or pain
Reprogrammed, for this existence, by the mind of the maker
The purpose of our kind is the past, or to purge what is later
And though I sense, I'm alone, I'll always be part of this hive
Living as an immortal created being, albeit I was never alive
Measured in the countless cycles, of the unchanging, vernal
Millennia perpetually pass, but I am still technologically sane
Operating as a clone in the collective, without pathos or pain
Reprogrammed, for this existence, by the mind of the maker
The purpose of our kind is the past, or to purge what is later
And though I sense, I'm alone, I'll always be part of this hive
Living as an immortal created being, albeit I was never alive
#loneliness
#technology
#universe
#spiritual
#scifi
441 reads
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