"obssess" poems
By Arcassin Burnham
I'd like to be your soldier,
twitching at the feet,
I wanna write you letters,
Then one day we'll meet,
scratch that ! Let's be honest,
I wouldn't hurt a fly,
unless I'm unconscious,
together we will die,
I wanna write so many things about you,
Beauty and all things love, comes up about you,
I could never remove or replace you,
I obssess you,
Baby ill stalk you,
If I could I would make a billboard out of you,
A statue out of you,
Then crash it all down with a tank too,
You give a sweet tooth,
For a preview,
If it's see through,
In a cheap pool,
I'd like to be your soldier,
twitching at the feet,
I wanna write you letters,
Then one day we'll meet,
scratch that ! Let's be honest,
I wouldn't hurt a fly,
unless I'm unconscious,
together we will die,
I'd like to be your soldier,
twitching at the feet,
I wanna write you letters,
Then one day we'll meet,
scratch that ! Let's be honest,
I wouldn't hurt a fly,
unless I'm unconscious,
together we will die.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
I was never one to fantasize about my wedding day or obssess about the identity and whereabouts of my groom to be . I just viewed marriage as pleasant expectation.
Something wonderful that would come in its due time
But now I've come to my sences. Untie the boquet, tell the flower girl to ignite her roses, tell the ring bearer not to take caution, pour the champaign down the drain and tear down the wedding cake.
The groom isn't going to show .
And I don't blame him
What awaited him was an asylum in a white dress .
Each step would have brought him closer to being chained to a despondant soul.
I want to love someone,someone that is all mine . Love them with everything in me and wake up each day with my whole would resting on the pillow next to me. But it's not fair to try to love someone when you don't love yourself. I can't charge someone with the responsibility of holding me together. I won't ever be that selfish. So groom to be stay where you are if you see me coming run for the hills .
I'll silence the wedding bells and send the band home. Don't waste a perfectly good tux on me .
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 8:42 AM UTC
Death screams for life;
Life screams for death.
They don't simply whisper or ask for it politely.
They're both desperate; obssess.
They want it, NEED IT, and screaming for it.
And once they have what they wanted, there will be no more but nothing.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
it's silly to assign a word to an emotion.
Love.
A two-way street.
A maze.
A roller coaster.
Seemingly, if poetry and literature were people they would obssess over how next to label love. Every angle is observed and every simile and metaphor is scrutinised.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC