"obis" poems
Death gives no rest to my cluttered mind. Death is my enemy! Even in slumber death claws to infect my dreams with its poison called nothingness! So I locked death in the depths of my heart in a chest marked fear. I put on different worldly masks… called college, travel, success, accolades, fiancé, money, sex….I used them to hide my shame but each one was cold blue and hypothermic. Yet in them I felt comfortable at the expense of lost potential and false identity. In frostbites pinnacle my only unbreakable mask shattered…..I lost my Love…………The wailing echoes of delusion shook me frigid till my raw bones shattered the question. Who am I? The undercurrent of desperation violently hydrated my reflection on the dark waters of my soul! I am faceless! Without a face who am I! Death take me now, for I am already nothing! From below came a vibration that graced my reflection with an ear, a lash and a deep iris.. then windows to my soul sprang and a smile dripped in unabated rejoice…I’m alive!!!! Who has done this?! Show your face, for you are my dearest friend! Without words death was shaken loose to the depressing reality of dipped anxiety. From behind my many masks I could see Death. For the first time I face you! Your eyes paint the familiar threat that casts me into the obis of nothingness but without you life was delusional meaninglessness! Because of your death threats my life has a face. Death is my Enemy and my Friend……………..Jesus conquered death so through it I may learn the meaning of His Love and who I really am......now to take down more of my masks……easier said than done....Praise Jesus.........To be continued……………….
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
Deep in the obis of a poet,
There's a playlist,
Called "Dead Poets"
It's where the songs of their lives
Live. Filled with death, despair,
Haunted memories.
Where no one dares to tread.
Once that poet has gone,
On their own terms,
They search through the poet's
Obis, they find a letter in the notes.
It reads "Love,
I must leave you here alone.
I am sorry that I have forsaken you.
In the depths of the Obis you will find
The playlist I lived by.
Under the name of Dead Poets.
There you will find,
The reason I had to leave you behind
- Your Dead Poet"
They searched the obis,
They found the playlist
In the first words of the songs read
"You Could Have
Foreseen
This"
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
A Rich man laid trapped in an evil desert obis.
Meanwhile a bounty hunter searched for a disabled elder a miss.
He heard the screams desperate deep and blurted.
He ignored his senses, weighting risk like none had heard it.
His body walked on but his nose smelt loot.
He risked his life and clawed him out honey to scoop.
Boosted on shoulders the triumph tasted lick on sweet!
A statue I will make in your honor for your courageous feet!
“No need I’m just happy your safe no need for honor!”
But deep in the invisible dark silence he brood for his daughter.
Then a stench of half eaten carcass ransomed the moment gross and misplaced.
Staring in disgust they agreed “What a pitiful disgrace!
The day before walked the elder man whom was blind and mute.
He heard a cry from the soil and searched in earnest for the root
He clapped his hands and stomped his feet
Risking his very life in blind eyes deceit
Grabbing at the wind, tired broken in vain.
The rich man heard his noisy attempts and cursed his name.
That didn't stop the blind and mute man from trying.
Instead a jagged stone gashed open his leg leaving him bleeding and dying.
The grains of the dessert soaked the earth and cried for his rest.
As the coyotes fought over his wounded flesh....
The rich man claimed “my life I swear will be in your place!!”
With his last bit of life the old man wished the man in the pit would be safe................................
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
Reborn into this skin of a warrior. Past these birthmarks and moles are stories of the warriors battle scars. You ask me why my heart aches out of my chest, yet this is just my battle cries. Dancing in the flame, though I won't let the devil submerge me. Drowning into obis of my pasts regrets. Dainty ink marked my skin with the things this little girl never said. When I absorb them into my shoulder they no longer felt so dainty. Biting my lip made a metal taste absorb into my tastebuds memory and it felt almost like revenge of my enemies.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 2:19 AM UTC
You seem to have the wrong idea
I have one face but six layers
And each dip you go further into
Black obis and hollow space
No light at the end of the tunnel
I wrote you a sonnet when I was
Devoted and committed to the idea of one love
One single entity to circulate a set of rules
Guidelines
You’re my marker for each page but
You’re starting to tear
And I threw away that ratty glue gun yesterday
Tomorrow is farther down the road
And I am stuck in a congested traffic in
The middle of nowhere
Next to a sign that says Do Not Return: Instant Failure Ahead
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 4:06 AM UTC
Frost bitten
Cross wearing
Lost her path
The map burned to a crisp
Probably now just smoke in the obis.
What was it that mad her crack like this
She takes a rest
Childhood memories attack
Remembers the lashes and the cigarette burns.
Hear the yells and gets chills down her back.
She wakes up
Looks in the mirror
And sees her mother
The image of exactly what she never wanted to be.
She trys to run free.
Exaping her past she Flys away to a much safer place.
She recuperated
Not thinking about the past
She made a name
Had a job.
Played no games.
looking back there was only one thing she left when she ran.
The loving warm touch of her dream man.
Longing The tight embrace of his gentle hands.
She did all she could.
One day she wish he understood.
She loves him.
But running has always been her chosen path.
Lost love
Crossed paths
Hope one day they will make it last.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 10:53 AM UTC
I want to bleed
To make sure I am still living
The pain growing inside my chest
I want to bleed
Please mercy let me bleed
Bleed out as my body falls limp
Surrender to the pain
'Cause that is all I feel anymore
Happiness is a mere apparition in an obis
Of eternal darkness
We like to sugar-coat it
With peace and humanity
But the black hatred
Will always over power the light and love
War will always take down peace
I want to bleed out the happiness
For it will only bring deeper grief.
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
“I am that of a rugged farmhand quite,
Adept to love cordially,
As that alone of a man and the sea,
Created in the depths of the ocean floor,
Envisioning you brought me to the earth,
Leaping bounds in wonder of the sunlight you bring,
As if on the back of a blackbird disgorged from his beak,
Adjacent the swampy sand shore with crushing waves,
Body of not a dowager but of a celestial woman,
I could survive this if this was not a delusion,
I could utilize my feelings as a weapon to elude her to me,
She will be in my arms I know when the time is right,
The hour of reprisal abates and I know I love this matron,
I will prevail in the elegance of this beautiful deity,
Darkness falling upon us as I thirst for immutable desire,
A silk white obis garb of roses beneath the garment,
Our voices assessing words and then our merriment of fervor,
As the ennui follows joy jaded our eyes vision of Passion”
By AG 04/26/2018 ©
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
as i run down the halls every witch way i turn all i can hear is abuse flying at me from all around,
with each name a little shard of my hope that things will get better
that one day i'll find happiness,
it starts to leave me one shard at a time an till all that is left is a drip of what used to be a ocean
the closer i get the more names I'm called the more i just want to fall in to obis and stay there
away from abuse
away from hope
away from the world
i reach my room
collapsing on my bed my last shards of hope drip down my face within my last tear, i mutter two simple words with my last breath
"i'm sorry"
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Your eyes turn the colorful world you once knew, into a menacing, grey-scaled, wonder, from which you in no way, under any circumstances, could be pulled.
Your thoughts drag you into a never ending obis which drain the purpose from your lungs and the words from your lips.
You long to hold someones hand, but the only support is the railing, which you grip with such a force your knuckles turn the shade of table salt.
The realization that you are on your own...
sinks in.
You make your way down the hallway,
with such determination, you could burn cities, topple skyscrapers.
The hope of surfacing is washed away,
you need help... but do you want it?
No, you don't want the never ending burden to be ****** onto the ones that you care so much about.
A burning feeling fills your ribs and clots your torso with panic as you sink to the floor.
Curling into a shell of what you once were...
Or would be... you can't make out the real or the fake.
...
Finally, you emerge back into the static world you were once in. Reassuring your eyes with color, the world seems no longer separated from your grasp...
Your friends, family, and everything you care about stand sharp in your mind... they never left you...
Why did you try to leave them?
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
O Lord i don't know anything!
I know nothing of nothing----which is the something of my everything----It is my every being as a creature called man----
Yet all is dust for dust-----leaving me with a world of nothing.....
i think there for i am but i know nothing....yet i think nothing is everything----
i am therefore a living nothing doing nothing and everything dust could do----futile
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
By. Lauren
Darkness has engulfed the world.
Burning everything I called precious.
Making you cry.
Will it ever end?
The obis is killing me.
I miss the world we use to have.
The one not engulfed in darkness.
But instead shining with light.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC