"obs" poems
If 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself,
i'd sitteth graciously on silence's table,
and studyeth mine own evolved, yet un-evolv'd self,
undisturbed, unhurried, un-agitated,
by w'rld's brightest gulf
. and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself.
if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself,
i'd sitteth comf'rtably on peace's table,
and gaze mine own wounded, yet un-wound'd self,
un-agitated, un-deviated, unmoved,
by w'rld's s'rry self
. and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself.
if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself,
i'd sitteth calmly on agony's table,
and obs'rve mine own painful, yet not painful self,
unmoved, undaunted, unleashed,
by w'rld's weirdest self,
. and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself.
if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself,
i'd sitteth fain on glee's table,
with mine own eyes smiling, and smiling at myself,
unaffected, unguarded, unremitted,
by w'rld's unrequit'd self
. and grineth backeth, at myself.
if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself,
twill forsooth beest a did bless, contending miracle,
as yond's at which hour i couldst pateth & greeteth myself,
in real, in real, in real!
and maketh this fact p'rceivable,
yond our w'rld may sure oft hest struggles,
and our m're existence in t,
may just beest negligible,
but we nev'r gotta f'rget
to stayeth hopeful, smileth and giggle,
nay matt'r how hard the struggles,
as yond's the most wondrous fuel,
yond can oft causeth miracles,
in a w'rld,
so obsess'd with struggles!
And then with a sigheth,
a blooming grineth,
yet a sparkling desire within,
i'll did bid myself,
a farewell
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
Snared heart kept, imprisoned could be potential dying day,
Lips regaled in ischaemia, blue blood,flows.....cold,
Face scarlet,temperatures up, pyrexia rules, as she tries too cool,
Mouthing strange babble,
She's talking in tongues,
Beaded mask sparkling, droplets trickle,
Tachycardic, heart beats, trying not to escape this life desperately, Heart trying not to explode!
the forties....roaring!
She breathes, so fast... the forties....roaring!
It's tragic,like everything's trying to meet demand with supply........!
Inadequately,
Currently on remand, waiting for her sentence to be be passed,
Docs and nurses they rally, running with obs,
All taking their roles, while doing their jobs,
Mews activated, doc visits he's, anxious,
Iv antibiotics he orders,
In plastic sachet, hanging up high, hereby, lies the awaited decision, if she'll have the will to live, or will she die...
Hope not!
It's not in an instant, but, recovery apparent, as breathing slows below twelve,
Heart beat, it settles,
Her kidneys show function,
Her temperature chills slowly, 36.5, she's still alive,
Thank God,
She got off the train at sepsis junction!
Copyright Livvi Kent (RGN) 11 /04/2013
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 7:06 AM UTC
i like the typ<e tha?t's
dif}feren\t th=an
me in every way and
**fo ^rm ** (it'll h_]urt
le.ss if th-ey hu"rt me
'cause:: i know *if that
were m'e//, i neve:/r w
ould'a done it) ,*
i like the type that'll
always make me la**ug
h ev**%en whe^n i can't
bre##athe (even tho*ugh
it'd burn and const*rict,
that, righ**t the+re, wo[u
ld be h ea v)en).
i like the typ*e that won't ob
se_ss over me as i obs@ess
ov$er the m;(wouldn't wann
a put 'em through that kinda
m is e r ,y.)
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
All my life you've been all I've sought
Without your presence my life is not,
Unlocked
The demons
No, I mean the season
Of my obsession
I mean,
Affection
That's what you did
Can't you see that i'm obsessed
I mean can't you see that
I'm in
Love
With you.
I love you
To the point where i'd
Rip the innocence off your skin
And take a picture of you wearing
Fear
As time draws near
I live to hear the melody of your tears
As you cry for your
Freedom
But I have come to a conundrum
After all I've done
For you,
My love still speaks
louder then yours
Why don't you feel the same,
Say you feel the same
Can't you see
I'm in
love
with you
WHY CAN'T YOU SEE
THAT I'M
Obs...
Why can't you see i'm
in love with you
To the point where
I won't let
Time
Take you away from
Me
Let me be the
Cause of your
Death
So I can say
True Love
Killed You.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
Oh, how do you not worry?
One's sick and overseas,
One's in camp,
One's not replying,
One's out for a dinner,
One hasn't been replying since forever,
One doesn't ever talk...
Oh, the only comfort is that
He's not going but
Still
The thought of travelling is just
Horrifying...
What if I freak out during OBS?
What if I have no friends?
What if no one understands?
What if the counsellors see?
What if I get sent to the counsellor?
What if they all die?
I'd be so
[Alone.]
What if I really go mad?
What if I die before that?
What if I die tomorrow?
How do I tell someone I died
When I'm dead?
What if my friends die?
What if they're already dead so
They can't tell me?
Is that why they don't reply?
I'm not gonna have any friends.
I'm not gonna have any sleep.
I'm not gonna have anything.
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead,
I'm going crazy, going crazy, going crazy.
Oh, how do you not
Worry?
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC