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My Shiznit

Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 11:55 pm
by obskewer
Unfair Uncertainty

Unheralded thoughts of contention's mist remain
I'm standing on top of open boxes
Have I gone insane?
Unsure patterns: Stop and go, but the light dosen't turn green
Am I the only car on the road?
Not likely
What a shame

Undettered by witches falling, wolves mauling, and motorists following
You know where my destination is
Why are you still stalling?
Unrational before I saw myself at the end of the stage list
Your countries vain attention elects what's most enthralling

Unused film gets put in
Take number hundred, or so
We are seperate infront of your camera
We all think it's our show
Unknown was this
So drawn out
Was this only an audition?
"This movie needs just the right actor. We'll call and let you know"

Unsudden was the thought left to it was all just an act
So let me have another chance
I'll take the truth all back
Unparalelled thoughts, timing, motion
Whilst looks crumble away
Without vanity too evil to put on screen
Interest turns to black

Uncounted days
In disarray
Urging the phone to ring
Waiting for news
Good or bad
That the producer has to bring
Unwavering sun seems to stand still
Keeping the night at bay
So as the day drags on
I'll be quick for celebrating

Unforgotten moons rise then fall
Yet, now I'm too drunk to remember
I went for this part in late October
And now it's past December
Uncreative words begin to surface in the back of my mind
These thoughts subject to dismember

I see now
For the role procrastinate of adorning
I guess once I had the mic
I should of heeded her warning
Uncertinty kicks in
But I don't think I'll wait any longer
If the phone goes off anytime now
I'll let it ring till morning.

Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 1:02 am
by sombra_cristalina
Bravo, Affy I like it. Does this happen to be a personal experience?

Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 1:03 am
by obskewer
Indeed. But it's metaphorical.

EDIT: Writing is the ultimate release for emotion.

Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 4:02 am
by obskewer
The Surgeon's Sorcery

He does not know what you come for
Your ailments could all be the same
Your shortness of breath is his for the blame

Has your back been feeling sore?
Just a flip of the finger and he's there
Perk up and listen to his advice
With a warning so obvious, it's hard to beware

Giving me his word, and making me poor
Is this the kind of labeling you can afford?
You make your pay
Off telling others what to say
On your own accord

Intent misbevaior, and contradiction I'll adore
Your bigotry does not hinder my progress
Kill myself
Forget your remarks
And just leave me now to digress

It'll be hours later that I'll need you more
Making the call to hear your voice
Because the operation you will advise
Is not the one of my own choice

Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 3:24 am
by obskewer
Hanging onto Orion's Belt

I'm reaching out toward the stars
Engraving each one with memoirs
Of days gone by with urgent flight
Wishing my eyes to better sight
The past will fade to the dawning light
But before we end another dismal night
I'll take away the consciousness at hand
Lift you into the sky of a foreign land

Back when my security was too eased
When inexpensive habits easily pleased
School lockers were used as sanctum
People never asked you to rank them
The flowers stood so tall from the grass
Taller than trees looked, people would pass
Wind stirred playfully pushing me along
Everything you learned was mostly in song
Radiant energy swung from teacher's smile
Laughing storms wash time away for awhile
Incompetence was simply too big of a word
Back before distinguisable pain had incurred
Friends had unquestioned trust in your actions
Peers didn't belong amongst seperate factions
You knew the name of everyone on the block
Parents always kept the refridgerator in stock
There was no shame toughing out life in poverty
World around lay amongst complete sovereignty
You never would of looked for days to of ended
Adults were shortly near impossible of offended
Money was thrown the second it was given up
Someone cleaned after you had spilt every cup
Hold your hand out car windows wishing to fly
Not on your mind was those close to you die
The family gathered nightly to watch stars stir
Or fireworks, or movies, or whatever they prefer
Those three little lights shinned a vivid luster
The strength to stare was all could I could muster

Now I sit here, burried deeply in years passed
Hanging onto Orion's Belt brought them too fast
I know where this spartan's quest eventually leads
So in a different constalation, I'll search for my needs

Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 3:15 am
by obskewer

A cat that talks says that you'll
Need dozens of things in your house
Laughter discerned innocently blissful
Connive within TV to feed a fist full
Apocryphal bullshit that ties your ears
Connected to your eyes for a view so clear
Waves of commercials which descreetly dowse
Poisoning brains with chemical louse

Why has the chicken crossed the road?
Because his soul was already sold
Risking his life for a novel abode
Updating the masses
On the most current modes
Where you live won't shelter your mind
Voluntary descretion was left miles behind
So feel assured in everything that's been told
This silly outlook corrupts with every year old

A mouse to a rabbit
Without a roll model in sight
They play games out of habbit
Inflict no pain when they stab it
Prank eachother constantly to feel the buzz
Burning the audience, for what it really does
Misleading messeges kill the energy to fight
Autonomously giving up their own free rights

Parents agree in disregard
The children all look so contented
And the spawn which they so heavily guard
All have realities monotonously jarred
Absorbing every toy and game up for sale
If it's in between shows, it's sure not to fail
Tainting their contemplation with something demented
How these kids of yesterday are quickly lamented

Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 4:21 am
by obskewer
Secrete Weapon

A sphere orbiting around my heart
And tears it apart
Casted in a glass case of icey solitude
When released
It burns of a bright hatred
It consumes my soul
And turns me back into a deranged killer
For cheep thrills
And reactive tendencies.

Only a word
Is what it will take for me to snap
When the orb glows red
A fire is lit
Melting away my passion for a pathetic world
And what's so positive about it?

I accomplish so much
When the anger upsets the entire carriage
It persists through
Until I tell it, once again, to subside.

But it does not die
Until it's been murdered
By the killer which is me.

I suppose this rage is my secrete weapon
A self inflicted wound that keeps me out of depression
My compassion deviates from it's loving form
Focused on my own selfish thoughts and goals
Until it's no longer of use.

And I would be better off
Ruling myself with an angst against all
But there will be no love
As this ball of heat and cold clashes within itself, blockading my kindness and empathy.

I will not need anything else
Even in moments of ignorance
I will show no mercy
For I, too, weild the mind as a sword
And while the blade has grown rusty
It will only take a quick sharpening
Before I may strike down my adversaries
Once again.

I will bound this heart within an encasement of stone
Frozen over
And set on fire.

Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 1:25 am
by obskewer

A shoulder for me to cry?
Not a post like that in sight
There must be something in my eye
Because my vision isn't right
And now I'm choking on ice
Because the fire is burning out
I have already thought twice
Of what I see it's all about
And if it freezes I won't miss
Every word I've heard out loud
Clenched thoughts in a closed fist
But my head was in the clouds
My eyes couldn't focus in the mist
And this sky is too crowded
With lies that have not desist
Chilling the atmosphere that surrounded
Because your expected to stay cool
While in the perspective of the same
We are expected to act a fool
Because your emotions are to blame
For every little thing you feel wrong
And for every release of violent words
Of every moment you try to hang on
They were all there once to be heard
Now your burrying a genious mind
Under a glacier of unloved ignorance
And anger you conjure, you will find
Is leaving your body tattered and tense
I wouldn't be like this, given the choice
So apathetic, lonely, shy and dense
But the world took my attentive voice
And pounded me with a selfless avalanche
I was cut off from unvailing my ploy
And I'll suffocate before another chance
Of a world I cannot help, but help destroy.

Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 1:43 am
by rainboo
thats awsome. :o

Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 5:17 am
by obskewer
It has it's advantages.

Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 2:26 pm
by rainboo

Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 8:54 am
by obskewer

Don't rest up for a minute
Don't leave unless you're in it
Don't close your weary eyes until it's been said

Because she plays a song
But it won't be for long
Before that moment passes on
Forever cold and dead

For just over an hour
Under my higher power
She had been a pet of mine
For I kept her well fed

But covering her trail
Reserved mind entailed
The hour was lost in which she openly had bled

I sat on the sideline
And came back in good time
But had discovered my worst fears had come to dread

Her sentiments corrupt
I tried to make it up
To no avail
From her mind I had already been shed

And I spent so long
To not get it wrong
Keeping her in suspense of everything which she read

But during a crucial hour
Her opinion turned sour
And I was left to myself
Down this path I must tread

Six months of hard work
Trying not to be a jerk
And only once did her mood become benignly boosted

So when I had let her down
Within an hour she hit the ground
And I was no longer a thought inside of her head

And this bothers me now
Like it would anyhow
With anybody would say
Of the things they never did

But I have become conflicted
On the way life is depicted
Since I have been told not to need the pursuit of love, instead

And next time around
When I hear the sound
Of the song that will play until her face turns red

I'll remember that it's us
Having this mental coitus
That is what will keep love from breaking like a thread

Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 3:20 pm
by rainboo

Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 8:18 pm
by obskewer

Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 4:05 am
by 00tz
and all this for?

Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 1:09 pm
by obskewer
t3h MoB wrote:EDIT: Writing is the ultimate release for emotion.

Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 7:19 am
by obskewer

Spiking straight through my cortex
Splitting a dangerous mind into qudrants
That represent
The vortex of a whirlwind casted by lament
And thrown into the shadows
Of the spirit swirl of enforcement
Are my very own shackles
From days laid in torment
The void amends with crackles
Shooting fire from it's vent
And I laid the vortex down at the floor
And drank from the fuels of Heaven's sacraments
And upon expelling the rest before
Hell's vicious serpant could prevent
Any further damage to my sore
Human vessel like tenement
With my hands comes fresh advice to be marketed

*Knock* *Knock*

Never forget that your privacy is all in your head

Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 8:11 pm
by obskewer
This is my first attempt at something other than fabricating my own emotions. It's an opinionated piece on capitalism.

Buyer Beware

Designer jeans
Tight enough to fit a queen
And that Prada purse
Might as well be a hearse
Stripped of it's glamour
By a brand new hammer
Sold down at Sears
Get one.
Before they dissapear!

And your callous smile
Is like a child's
Absorbing everything
And over pampering
Yourself with various
Aisles to a vicarious
Outlet of materials
Stocked by Empirials.
We sell everything you need!

We need sporting goods
Somewhere which could
Ehance our jocks
With testicle rocks
Or atleast make them think they do
Just come on in!
Take our equipment
For a spin
We're sure it can help you improve

If your gas reads low
But you're on the go
Our station flood's
Our planet's blood
Which then burns back
And goes on the attack
Suffocating ourselves
And if that's not enough, come inside to our shelves.
We've got every snack available!

And we're pushing children
In need of good friends
Past their limits
Under offlimit
Working subjectives
With sole objectives
To our economic growth
Combining both
To bring you this fine oriental rug!

And we're burning the lungs,
Until their last words have sung,
Of our very own Earth
For everything that it's worth
We're demolishing the apparatus
And you won't make a fuss
If we take the air you breath
By giving you something to believe
When we build you a brand new house!

And the ocean remains stable
For we aren't conveiniently able
To find a suitable way
To market it to you, today.
But until you can live sea
We'll take what's left of your money
And dump it into a distillary
Giving us bottled water
For a buck over the counter, but to me it's free!

Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 10:03 pm
by obskewer
I like the fact that my poems have aquired over 500 veiws :)


False Virtues of a Virgo

On the other side of the window
Past an opaque portrait of myself
Faint innuendos ring through the glass
They rattle the moldings
Which will muffle the sound
Of the truth of all things
Which can not be found
To the notes you sing

A fool would to be
Someone to look past it
Such as me
Trying to find certainty
Where only walls I can see
I am not free of my roaming touch
The wind shakes the frame
When I know I've listened too much

I'll come back again
And again, and again, and again
Every morning I'll stoop
Perched waiting for it to begin
And as well for it to end
For some days I will wake
To find you gone once again
Leave me burdened of this mistake

The window was installed all wrong
Locked in from the outside
And I can only see you roam so far
Of the greatness I can provide
You're taking for granted
What hasn't even been tasted
Without our self restraint
Our wispers shall be wasted

I can't see what you're really like
I can't even make out your face
I could fix my head in here
While I wait to break out of this place
But because I cannot see the truth
Because you keep me perched in my chair
I shall remain the devious sleuth
And cheat myself into thinking you're there

I'm hoping this can all be finished
And all of this scrutiny
Will finally be diminished
And all my uncertainty
Will be lifted when I break through
Once the window opens up
I can finally be at ease
When the truth comes only abrupt

Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 6:20 am
by obskewer
The Drunk Ballad

Swerving around
Inside of my brain
I've gone insane
But it's anything but lame
Because I love the world
And I love girls
But I don't want this to unfurl
The endless demeaning chapters of an unsober world
I can't help it
I can't seem to quit
I can't find my center
My mind is in shit
I can't focus long enough
To hit the bulls eye
Right between the eyes
I'll aim for a compromise
I'll dawn my disguise
And become that
You will despise
To your surprise
I will not throw at you any lies
I will be a gentlemen
One of a kind
But I'll tell you straight up
Of my design
I aim to please
Where others have sleezed
But I'm still in it for myself
And I'm still looking to hoard the wealth
I'm coming down
Back onto the ground
Where my mind works well
But it constantly dwells
On the things I can't change
Because they must rearrange
My thought process to it's maximum
Eager to humor the rest of them
With my ingenious lines
And well conceived rhymes
Until there is nothing left
It's time we met
To pay off your debt
I'm not asking for a lump sum payoff
I'm telling you we should just get off
To our own indulgence
Cause now it makes sense
All those feelings you were trying to hide
Behind a mask of fear
Of what you hold inside
I'm not afraid of what I'll see
Because all of it I could also be
But if it were to happen than do it now
Before I stutter for reasons not to be proud

Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 8:22 am
by geroge
omg! these are awesome! i didnt want to read them because there so long... but once i started, it was hard to stop.

Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 4:55 pm
by obskewer
Thank you! I always appreciate feedback :)

Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 5:27 pm
by Morph
Smells like talent, good job. (Clap)

Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 11:54 pm
by obskewer
Generic Lemonade

Hi there stranger!
Care for a glass?
You should buy one quick
It sells out fast!
So what if we have been
Sitting here for the past
Infinite decade
Hoping this case of lemons will last
And my associate here
Is having a blast
Even if I told him
A better way to make cash
He'd still be selling you
That same fucking glass of lemonade.
What an ass

What I offer you
Comes topped off with a lime
And was carefully mixed to
Taste like juice instead of slime
Even though it's not the best
Like the stuff you wait in line
For at the supermarket check out
This drink only cost a dime!

And It's not always the same
Every glass can be unique
If it taste a little tart
I can give it a little tweak
If it clenches your eyes shut
I can give it something sweet
Quench your thirst in every way
Leave a hoarse throat able to speak

And I can tell you we'll be here
Selling the same product every day
Squeezing the same damn lemons
That I do in a differnet way
I don't own the store down the street
And the apathetic way you look may say
That the only product I can offer
Can't compete with the propagande you hold true.

So obey

Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 4:00 pm
by obskewer
Time of Death

Glance at the watch
Look up to take a gander
The time flies by
Pronounced frivolous banter
My minds decanter
Was sucked dry
Way back
I chose a life of insignifigence
It got the best of me
For I wallow in dissidence
And I was made for this world
To be a slave for the machine
Just another cog
Bent on churning out green
And I'll remain a corpse
Until my last raspy breath
Because it is already too late
For my timely death