obscurity-thought
Never once have i thought i was good enough to write poetry worth reading, not then, not now. But unlike then, today, i put my pen to paper and write anyway. As for whether they are good or not, only you will tell. Find more of my writing on my blog, obscuritythought.blogspot.com and tell me what you think
There is a shadow looming near
staring me straight in the eyes
unflinching
its darkness pitch
it must be the devil's friend
Its contours stretch far and wide
spreading its arms right about me
engulfing me in its cold embrace
taking me for a ride
one that i cannot run away from
Once strong, now i remain weak
determination is nothing but a wish
work is everything but fulfilling
contentment if far long gone
the shadow is right here.....
with me.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
Why is it so complicated?
this life?
Why can’t everybody be the same?
happy?
I often hear of strange words
Words like hate, jealousy, war
I hear they mean bad feelings
Mum said we should never play with other children
That their parents hate us, that they are jealous
I don’t know why she said that
Because they laugh with us
They play with us
They give us some of their good food.
Sometimes I wonder why
Mummy and daddy don’t be free and happy
Just like me and junior
Daddy says we are Christians
We follow Christ
But Christ says love your neighbor
As you love yourself
Is that love?
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
I will take pride in thee
look upon you with tender eyes
smile upon the beauty you bestow
look forward to your visits daily
wait upon you like a hand maid
be thine all in all as a wife.
When you shall take your leave
i will stare at your retreating back
but not shed a single tear or let sadness
weave its cloak round about me
for i know, yea i believe in your departing promise
that i shall behold thine face once again
so wait i will
like a child to his father's promise.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
Rejected, heartbroken, alone
desperate, fearful, dreadful
hopeless, stupid, in love
retract, forgive, never forget
rejected, heartbroken, alone
And broke.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
A web of sadness surrounds me
Dread, fear, loneliness, death
How much can one body take?
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
You have been through this before, the very same old song is playing and you are dancing the same moves
The same words have been spoken, you are still reacting the same old way
Yes you have been through this before, and nothing has changed.
They looked at your helplessness, they saw the waters gather speed in your eyes making ready
As they rushed down your cheeks, they looked away and washed then not away
Naked as you were, no one dared to cover you up.
Words were spoken, promises made, hope given, faith instilled, a better tomorrow promised
Yes, they heard them, they watched as you delved deeper into their web of lies
And smiled at their expertise in the ways of the tongue.
Showers of love they seemed, yet only a tenderizer for the next hard landing
Never softer, nor sweeter, ever damaging, heart breaking
But
You have been through this before, the very same old song is playing and you are dancing the same moves.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 4:59 AM UTC
Let the future
decide if it is worth fighting
for today.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
Fists of pain and heartbreak
Kicks of reality and truth
Caged, alive, dying, dead and gone
When will it ever stop?
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
This maze that is called life
has its claws clenched deep inside flesh
that i have no where to twist and turn
or whom to lean on and love
I am just a head on shoulders
feeling nothing but doom and nursing
nothing but tragedy after tragedy
oh how it can play tricks on you
sometimes
Only yesterday did i have
the whole world in my hands
yet only crumbs do i own now
i guess that is the maze that is called
life.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide.
Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?
Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict "to begin it"
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
"There will be nonsense in it!" --
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.
Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast --
And half believe it true.
And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
"The rest next time --" "It is next time!"
The happy voices cry.
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out --
And now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.
Alice! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Meinory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers
Pluck'd in a far-off land.
Alice's adventuers in wonderland
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC