#obscuritythought
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
Meandering eyes never
fell on such a sight as
when they saw the eyes of a wall.
Hidden beneath the shrubs
endowed naturally as leaves
as artificial as the wall painting she lay, asleep
unmoving despite the cold beating on her feather light clothes.
Nothing could betray her perfect camouflage
till her bright white eyes flew open
and gave way to the slight movement
that turned the meandering eyes
to the curved wall that was her voluptuous body.
Startled sighs that escaped the lips
could never measure to
the sight of a wall come to life
and the shrubs become an
unwelcome choice of a bed
or the stone a pillow.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
Suns and moons of years past,
Have taught me the simplicity,
In is, was, here, now, today, tomorrow,
Time spent trying to be better,
Only made me discover that,
Tomorrow, today, now, here, was, is in place,
Reading never made it easier too,
I guess complexity only helps,
In is, was, here, now today, tomorrow,
Making you understand is what i strive,
Each line written shades light on,
Tomorrow, today, now, here, was, is,
Now i pen off feeling proud,
That maybe today simple me,
Is, was, here, now, today, tomorrow.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
though my paths are crooked
though my world is desolate
despite being a little dreamless
or maybe close to being penniless
my vision is not blurred
my eyes remain trained ahead
and the world is conspiring beautifully
that i may reach there
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
It is funny how when I say daddy
a smile often spreads forth on my lips
it may be because of the ‘dy’ at the end of daddy
or because I loved you so much
Smiling always reminds me
of how many times yours beckoned to me
you lit up the room with your jokes
and turned a house into a home
Home is no longer home without you
you have been gone too long now
you should be a memory to us now
but you remain the backbone of what you left
You held us close with your loving arms
simplicity was your best suit
yet love was your weakness
for you granted it to us without restraint
The simplicity in our home
is now lost to an empty place
a place you once filled in our hearts
dear daddy.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
Don’t listen to the words coming out of my mouth
They are a rehearsal in the mirror everyday
Instead
Listen to the soft whispers of my heart
Telling you ever silent words
In my anger
My lips tell of frustration
In my happiness
My hands tell of a tender love in my soul
In my pain
My eyes tell of hurt
In my distress
My tears plead with you
To please listen
For the burden weighing on my shoulders
Is becoming too heavy to carry
Because you are not listening!
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 3:31 AM UTC
Her inner strength spread forth,
Winged with affection,
She taught others of its importance,
It wasn’t that she was made of stone,
God, no!
She was flesh and blood.
Fragility echoed in the walls of her heart,
Her never wavering eyes,
Hid the ingress to her troubled soul,
A guiding light she was,
Great a thinker she was taken to be,
Yet only one with minuscule eyes,
Could one see the gravity of her pain.
Nothing seemed to be in her favor,
Always contemplating on how to make it,
Fear gripped every bone in her,
Disappointment had been her colleague,
Nursing her into betrayals and discomfort,
The waterfalls of her tears had wet her bed,
In the secrecy of her capsule
Yet, her standing remained an inspiration,
Her pain was the light of others,
She knew all too well,
Her fragility had no place,
And hoped,
That the strength seen by others,
Would one day make its way,
Into her weakened heart.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
The air
Around her spoke
Of superiority of character
Yet her eyes betrayed the blindness
Of love.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC
The beautiful mane that was her hair,
Fell graciously on her shoulders,
A pang of envy creeps in,
Am not blind to eye catching things.
My hand flows to my own mane,
And all I find is a poorly growing one,
It doesn’t help that it is ***** brown,
And hers is shiny black.
I wonder what she ate that I didn’t,
For her to have surprisingly beautiful feminine hair,
Contemplating,
I nearly miss the scuffle…
As it turns out,
Other **** sapiens are watching her,
Jealously I must add,
After all, I am not alone!
As if sensing our gawking looks,
She turns her head, this, and that way,
And in that moment of gratification,
The mane that was her hair falls off.
Stunned, I fall down with it,
As I hit my behind on the concrete floor,
I look for spots of blood,
But soon, a hand picks it up,
Alas, it is her hand!
She should be dead because her head,
Was cut off in a jealousy fit,
By a non-forgiving female.
Then it hits me,
It wasn’t her mane after all,
But a wig of sorts,
That is why she resembled Beyoncé,
Or was it Rihanna,
She fumbles to replace her godly look,
But now, I can breathe,
I hadn’t noticed I wasn’t,
It must have been because I realized,
The same ***** brown uncombed short hair,
That graced her clearly ashamed head,
I am not alone after all!
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 7:24 AM UTC