"obsurd" poems
stigma a small six letter word,
but blocks the way;
to unconfident to be heard.
you beastly biased blighted word,
you block the light your so obsurd.
stigma stands blocking our path,
scared alone or scared they'll laugh.
you discust me with your devilish way,
blinding us all through night and day.
stigma move over;
let me soar or fly.
keeping tears blocked to afraid to cry,
I PRAY.
stigma should be shunted,
let's educate the world.
seeking help not stunted,
speak up with spoken word.
I SPEAK.
stigma you shrink and weaken,
as my pain with few I share.
confidence growing faster,
now eased enough not to care.
IT HELPS.
stigma I'd like to see you crumble,
like an old still dry stone wall.
you will never see me stumble,
a voice to listen to all.
A FRIEND.
stigma you no longer have the power,
to quieten us from the 'norm'.
it be boring if all the same,
unique from day us all born.
EMBRACE DIFFERENCE.
stigma now disheveled,
in future hope your gone.
knowledge giving power,
to show us all your wrong .
EQUALITY.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
Its funny how someone can go from a friend to a stranger
While I stay innocent like Jesus in a manger
Or untouched like Walker Texas Ranger
And yet people ask me
'Are you really acting your age huh?'
Sometimes I lay there heartbroken
And all my thoughts remain unspoken
All my friends think its a joke and
When I try to express myself
My oesophgus starts to choke ****
I just wanna change my mentality
'F you' is what my heart keeps on telling me
Its like I'm a product and people keep on selling me
And I'm going insane
But there's no one offering hospitality
I'm stuck between being a ****
And being a nerd
Whereas life is treting me like I'm a ****
I always have dreams
But they seem kind of obsurd
My heart is always shouting
But its voice will stay unheard
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 5:20 AM UTC
I dream of you like a child dreams of happiness
You make my heart flutter a thousand times more than the wings of a hummingbird
I know your the one, the one for me
And letting you go, letting you leave, seems so obsurd.
These reoccurring dreams must be telling me something
I give all my heart to you and pray you not break it
My days with you shall never end and be forever great
Our love is so strong and we don't have to fake it
Jun 30, 2010
Jun 30, 2010 at 5:50 PM UTC
Ladies and gentlemen,
Boys and girls.
The story I bring is one to tell,
With Dragons and beast from far away lands,
Witches and wombats and beast from the sands.
Golums and ghost, great goblins gone gruesome!
Mighty warlords that would survive if you nuked em!
Werewolves so powerful that they consume the night!
Don't worry, no vampires to ruin the plight!
Bombardments of beast, broken skulls, bad burdens.
A tantalizing tail if ever you've heard one!
Zombies so evil, your skin crawls with every word.
I'm not lying when I say that the fear is obsurd!
But before I give you this recital,
I ask and I beg, I need a **** title!!
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
It's blow after blow,
hit followed by hit,
this is not a show,
what you see is what you get,
each strike is heard,
the burn lasts long,
I know it's so obsurd,
the abuse feels so wrong,
things have got to give,
anything it doesn't matter,
just so that we can live,
everyday, a little less sadder,
now here are scars,
deep marks left by hatred,
as abundant and the stars,
and the lessons we must live with,
and I can not even form a judge,
based on a viewers reputation,
but if I linger a kind of grudge,
this that ***** will endure no end!!
SDPope
Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 10:38 PM UTC
bruises from the concrete fists that left me here alone
without a wish
not even a list
confusing me to believe
that love is this
making me wonder why i even search for it
a pain in the heart
a cut on my wrist
bleeding away all my problems
and all the tears i've held in
for all these years
my past is crystal clear
though my future path
is blurry and unstirred
so clearly obsurd
leaving here in this silence without a word
loud screams i hear from no where
just like the help i cry for whenever i'm scared
once again leaving me alone in the middle of nowhere
wondering what it would be like to be not here
but somewhere
living life right
without a care
but i guess i am stuck being the nobody
from nowhere
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
media is obsurd...don't you think
they only say whatever they think
what makes headlines...as long as it's good
you'll hear about in the evening news
the real news is grim and bleek
there's people starving in the street
look around and you will see
choas and mayhem
in your city
do you really care who's president of god knows where
or would you rather see who's dying here
it happens everyday...we don't seem to care
next time you see the news at night
remember we to...
have our own plight
read the paper...what do you see
third world countries in dispair
*** about here
do you think that....they...even care
i think not....its easy to see
if you take a life...
you make the news
if you help some one
you just amuse
back in nam...we were hero's
than the footage came back...and we were zero's
so next time you watch that reporter rant
think of you own hometown
and the devestation they can't....
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
I form new worlds
with the wandering words
that waltz out of my mouth
waiting to be heard;
how obsurd.
I create a storm unborn to a norm.
Torn from the thorns
that swarmed me with sores,
running toward the corner
that will open the doors.
I twirl around this twisted town
tearing down the balconies
towering over the kings
with the crowns.
They will all drown.
I travel out of the crowd
because i am bound
to the sweeter sound
that I have found
with no one around.
Molding mountains
with a meticulous touch,
making a masterpiece of myself
manifesting my adrenaline rush.
Let me feel it pump.
Through my veins,
something like insane rage
when I was siamese
to the chains,
until the day I stared back
at the eye of change
and took the stage.
I learned to rearrange the lanes
accustomed to living
within range,
levitating on the waves
that start to surface
on a new age.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
The words he spoke made me choke, I don't wanna croak, not under the cancer cloak,
My eyes they streamed, water of dreams and sun beams but I know what it all means,
It's not a day out or a way out not even when I scream and shout,
My ears hear fears, stupid words and things obsurd,
I can't be a chancer, not with cancer, im not gonna be a dancer,
In heaven or hell, I don't wanna dwell.on the ledge of diseases,
I will fight day and night, I'll put it right, it's within my sight, it is my rite,
Rewind a day behind, I was in sane mind, but now I'm one of the special kind,
Can you hear me breath in every sin, they come knocking coz im a locking out death,
He can wait for a date with me or your mate,
I'm no longer dreaming this feeling, the burnin the churning my body is yearning and turning,
Give me pills, no frills, chase them angels of me window sills,
Lights getting dimmer, my breathing getting thinner, but I still want to eat the medicine dinner,
Family all gathered round my body looking tattered there all so worn and all so shattered,
I'm to tied up and to wired up to give them kind words, of hope, I, they can't cope, it's not a soap,
This is life and death in a breath as I choke under the cloak, that dreaded cancer cloak
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
An imaginative mind can fly into a space that cannot be traced.
This is how I gain my freedom.
A positive climb can never die in a place where negative energy is defaced.
This is what I call my kingdom.
They often wonder why my words sound obsurd and unheard to the herd of sheep that choose to sleep and never take on the wings of a bird.
I tell them that it takes time to be heard when your words don't curve to defeat and that's all they want to see.
They don't become awake to my dreams.
They live on their knees and i could die on my feet, right now.
Do you hear the sound coming from my mouth?
I hope you're around to see the dreams that once formed within me -
The desire to be something more than me.
I aim high, they shoot low.
They will try to blow me out at the knees but won't remember that I said I would die on my feet, right now.
How could you want me to drown when you can clearly see that I already bleed everything within me?
You cannot destroy water, and i am the sea.
I am we.
I cannot leave.
I cannot not be the diety.
Call me self-righteous, but this is my destiny.
It's kind of funny how the more I study this world, the more this world keeps testing me.
I never needed a calculator to calculate the declining rate of those that emulate.
So I decided to innovate as I elevate.
Let me penetrate your heart, since my words have yet to resonate.
- L.G.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
Jibberish is just a word
to describe a rant obsurd
Slow it down
Those words you push
Don't he in such a jibberush
And when you've found
the words more sane
Release them from your jibberbrain
Onto the paper as you wish
Your masterpiece of jibberish
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
Didn't I hear your words?
The words from the you that inspired me
Drew me into....
Side talks and misunderstanding? "That's obsurd!"
In the defense in a clique. See their blood that drips
From love's hurt rose grow green and sick.
He walks away. Crushed into tiny shards.
Cut once again.
He snaps...."never again!"
"Wake....wake...!"
Senseless rituals of doubt "stop cutting on me!
"You blood thirsty harpee"
"I shall fight you from stealing what's left of the real me!"
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
They may not like her, they may not trust her,
But the cannot say that she has not blessed her...
Like a total ****
and obsurd *****
He has taken her virginity
He has led her on
But through everynight , that she soundlessly prays,
In her heart is where she will stay
And though everynight that he hurts her still
Happiness is wat she will make her feel
He has cheated on her and he has lied
But the love in her heart burns deeper inside...
Beyond all the lies
Beyond all the pain
Beyond all the regret that she has gained
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
I woke up from a drugged sleep,
Went to work feeling like I had no feet
I speak my mind when my mind goes numb
There's no candy - coating when the sugar runs.
It's unfortunate when benedryl turns me to a zombie shell
But, contrary to my spoken thoughts,
I tend to write pretty well.
So I set my sails on paper trails leading into ink infested wells
Not literally though, I bought a pack of 20 pens on sale.
Caligrapher? I could never be. My mind spits too vapidly.
The metal tips snap back at me, leaving splatters on the tapestry.
I take a bath, I take a bath with a cup of tea
And stupid show on TV, stifling my own laughing
My wife is in the room connected and she's trying to sleep.
I wake her up occasionally to tell her an obsurd thought,
Most of those nights I'm up past three.
I swear she compliments my crazy mind quite perfectly.
She'll read this babble I wrote and tell me I'm silly.
And do you know why? Because I'm silly.
I wouldn't know what to do with a lot money,
I don't want fancy cars or designer meds.
But I'd love a glass of orange juice with some pulp, instead.
I'm not a picky person, but there are a couple things I hate,
Like asking for fresh - squeezed and getting concentrate.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
Must be so frustrating for a politician ever so
When and if they have ever to end up in court
But then they've made a rule all above the law
Being for polititions court is for them is nort
Can't for the life of the say yes or no in ay way
Ask the time of day ends up their lifes history
Babies vactinated with grammaphone needles
More excuses than any dog has on them fleas
Reliable as a wet piece of string towing a truck
Polititions religions the royals come out of eggs
Of same birds and same words all obsurd
All as useful as oldest days gone by wooden pegs
Andthen when retired millions in their pensions
Give it all a little while and wouldn't you know
They find a reason like camels all back in season
To turn up and for another great whack its so
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC