"obiter" poems
Obiter Dictum,
swollen backlash in pursuit of a belt,
momma I swear I'll never sag my pants again.
Victim of a victor system I refuse to be a victim,
I'm on the guess list of an addict refusing treatment,
allow me to use a well spoken perspective,
Death, inspire your deadliest of boom foreal weapons,
a new clear-er suggestion,
seek and destroy tested,
a radiant child radiating at his best but at best still they detest,
chop and ***** your loose or luke troop,
holy war is clocked at 12 past noon,
O biter christian,
oh lord forgive you,
seventy seven times seven,
this clearly says not for human consumption or misuse,
a door with no hinge,
a room without a view,
introducing bedlam,
hell is just a match made in heaven,
how many more words do I have to use to prove to you bloated youth,
tactically destroy any skyscraper presented over you, fa5v_O, for the truth.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 7:09 PM UTC
I had met her only once.
Kissed I had her dry lips twice,
Night I slept and she kissed me,
Oh she woke me up to join in,
What I did was to drink her lips.
When I missed a chance to romance,
Have I such a memory? No,
Always cared for her throughout,
Truly I have loved her since eternity.
Yet she forgot about the care,
Oh, she ignored it conveniently,
Under an effect of worldly desires.
Did someone else prevent her,
I suspect her father made her,
Destiny is a roadblock in here.
The story ends with a breakup,
Hanging in obiter is happiness,
And each expectation shatters,
Tantalising hints of eternal love.
Another time I have failed,
Upon life she was a scourge,
The story is being renewed,
Ukulele orchestra plays within,
Morose tunes it plays lavishly,
Night fell long ago but it never ends.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 2:14 AM UTC
Each morning I awake.
Each morning I am aware
that I am the me that
went to bed last night.
The same me.
And I experience
a vast feeling
of disappointment.
I pray for the day
that I awake
and am
someone
else.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC