Submissions by bennyroberts
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Man sees, man despairs, man writes.
SELF POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 6:14pm
12th Feb 2013 6:14pm
Life Amongst Mediocrity
The waves of mediocrity are crashing above my head
their malignant power forcing the air from my lungs
and the soul from by body
as I try to escape this sickening onslaught.
Time and time again I thrash to break free
but the waves just keep coming
crushing me with their indomitable pressure
there’s no room to escape and there never will be.
I’m weighed down by forgotten dreams
of somebody else
forever trapped inside that broken television
where the picture fades to a deathly glow.
and I realise now that I’m ten years too late
so sink...
their malignant power forcing the air from my lungs
and the soul from by body
as I try to escape this sickening onslaught.
Time and time again I thrash to break free
but the waves just keep coming
crushing me with their indomitable pressure
there’s no room to escape and there never will be.
I’m weighed down by forgotten dreams
of somebody else
forever trapped inside that broken television
where the picture fades to a deathly glow.
and I realise now that I’m ten years too late
so sink...
699 reads
5 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
7th Jul 2012 5:15pm
7th Jul 2012 5:15pm
Free Coffee
Every sense is being eroded away
by this stale atmosphere
until I become just another grey face
answering the phone
realising that I've achieved nothing
and never will.
They provide us with free coffee
which we're supposed to be grateful for
but all it does is heighten the despair.
The only way out of this place is up the corporate ladder
-- where you'll get to harvest fresh souls --
or suicide.
These thoughts make me feel masochistic
so I grab a free coffee
it makes me want to shit.
I slip away to the toilet
it won't flush
I...
by this stale atmosphere
until I become just another grey face
answering the phone
realising that I've achieved nothing
and never will.
They provide us with free coffee
which we're supposed to be grateful for
but all it does is heighten the despair.
The only way out of this place is up the corporate ladder
-- where you'll get to harvest fresh souls --
or suicide.
These thoughts make me feel masochistic
so I grab a free coffee
it makes me want to shit.
I slip away to the toilet
it won't flush
I...
1418 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jun 2012 11:50pm
8th Jun 2012 11:50pm
Damn Condition
This damn condition comes and goes
laying any foundations to my life is impossible
it renders me impotent to aspirations
forces me to live in the present
whilst running up a debt to the future.
I grab wildly at scraps of happiness
with no thought for those it hurts
as long my ego can be massaged
it’s a few moments of relief
where I can hold my head high.
My neck aches from looking over my shoulder
not just at what’s coming
but what I’ve left in my wake
a self esteem in tatters
and a soul not far behind.
Only one thing...
laying any foundations to my life is impossible
it renders me impotent to aspirations
forces me to live in the present
whilst running up a debt to the future.
I grab wildly at scraps of happiness
with no thought for those it hurts
as long my ego can be massaged
it’s a few moments of relief
where I can hold my head high.
My neck aches from looking over my shoulder
not just at what’s coming
but what I’ve left in my wake
a self esteem in tatters
and a soul not far behind.
Only one thing...
898 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2012 8:50am
26th May 2012 8:50am
Spilt Vodkas
Her fake tan is rubbing off onto my jeans
helped on its way by countless spilt vodkas
this is no lipstick on the collar
sadly it’s just friendship
she’s crying that she’ll never be loved
that her drinking will kill her
that she’s going crazy
no different to any other girl on a Friday night
she’s already loved
but I’ll never make her spill vodkas
and that’s the drama she craves
all I can do is put my shot glass next to hers
rejection on a daily basis
even unsaid
is enough to kill a man’s soul
...
helped on its way by countless spilt vodkas
this is no lipstick on the collar
sadly it’s just friendship
she’s crying that she’ll never be loved
that her drinking will kill her
that she’s going crazy
no different to any other girl on a Friday night
she’s already loved
but I’ll never make her spill vodkas
and that’s the drama she craves
all I can do is put my shot glass next to hers
rejection on a daily basis
even unsaid
is enough to kill a man’s soul
...
901 reads
5 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
19th May 2012 6:33pm
19th May 2012 6:33pm
The Cat's Eyes
There’s a dead cat outside
slowly decaying in the scorching heat
a crow flies down and examines it
begins pecking at its lifeless eyes
I’m watching all this from my office
surrounded by needless stress
at the mercy of broken air conditioning
how I wish I were that cat.
slowly decaying in the scorching heat
a crow flies down and examines it
begins pecking at its lifeless eyes
I’m watching all this from my office
surrounded by needless stress
at the mercy of broken air conditioning
how I wish I were that cat.
815 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2012 2:24pm
19th May 2012 2:24pm
Cornered by Ambition
My grip on ambition is slowly loosening
each passing day is relentless toil
all the trappings are out of reach
the procrastination of my youth shames me
my current destination appalls me.
No more irons in the fire
reticent from being burnt in the past
by my own laziness.
Blame the world
from behind my directionless life
heading towards a forgetful oblivion.
A strong man wants to be remembered
by making his mark
so he’ll be talked about in years to come
like all my heroes
but only one in a million is a hero
leaving...
each passing day is relentless toil
all the trappings are out of reach
the procrastination of my youth shames me
my current destination appalls me.
No more irons in the fire
reticent from being burnt in the past
by my own laziness.
Blame the world
from behind my directionless life
heading towards a forgetful oblivion.
A strong man wants to be remembered
by making his mark
so he’ll be talked about in years to come
like all my heroes
but only one in a million is a hero
leaving...
741 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
17th May 2012 9:31pm
17th May 2012 9:31pm
Recluse
I spent a period of my life as a recluse
consumed by a sadistic self hatred
I couldn’t see the point in going out
society didn’t want me blotting it’s landscape
my parents became very angry
a mask for sympathy or shame?
probably both
their beloved son not reaping the rewards
that a twenty one year old should be.
every parent wants their child to be happy
free
and fucking
I had every cliché going.
terrible poetry
although some might say that hasn’t changed.
lost all interest in sex
which kills a man’s purpose....
consumed by a sadistic self hatred
I couldn’t see the point in going out
society didn’t want me blotting it’s landscape
my parents became very angry
a mask for sympathy or shame?
probably both
their beloved son not reaping the rewards
that a twenty one year old should be.
every parent wants their child to be happy
free
and fucking
I had every cliché going.
terrible poetry
although some might say that hasn’t changed.
lost all interest in sex
which kills a man’s purpose....
832 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th May 2012 6:01pm
17th May 2012 6:01pm
Local Rag
I flick through the local rag
there’s no news for me
but they’re not likely to feature strippers
so I shouldn’t complain.
I reach the dreaded jobs section
sales sales sales
admin admin admin
heartbreak heartbreak heartbreak
where are the jobs for me?
executive fine wine taster
professional lounger
fully qualified ogler
who dreams of anything else?
who wants to be ground down every day?
a good drive would probably help
I look at the sports pages
the men in there have drives
they may not be in the big leagues
but the sports...
there’s no news for me
but they’re not likely to feature strippers
so I shouldn’t complain.
I reach the dreaded jobs section
sales sales sales
admin admin admin
heartbreak heartbreak heartbreak
where are the jobs for me?
executive fine wine taster
professional lounger
fully qualified ogler
who dreams of anything else?
who wants to be ground down every day?
a good drive would probably help
I look at the sports pages
the men in there have drives
they may not be in the big leagues
but the sports...
860 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th May 2012 1:01pm
13th May 2012 1:01pm
Solidarity
Solidarity is a false security
no two men have the same mind
subscribe to your own madness
let it take you to the very brink
look beyond the chaos
at everyone else
in similar boats
but crowded
with no room to breathe
relax back into your alienation
pour a drink
raise it to your soul
laugh.
no two men have the same mind
subscribe to your own madness
let it take you to the very brink
look beyond the chaos
at everyone else
in similar boats
but crowded
with no room to breathe
relax back into your alienation
pour a drink
raise it to your soul
laugh.
869 reads
3 Comments
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