Creative//

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Where does something start and everything else begin?

Do we literally matter because we cover space,

Or is the definition just another coincidence?

If no thoughts are original, where is the source that plants

The seeds cultivating genius concepts

We can’t even begin to comprehend?

Are we happy, or do we pretend to be?

Do we love, or are we afraid to be alone?

This, and many other things I meditate over

Even as I do something as simple as brushing my teeth.

 

– O.D. ©2019

 

Art by: Ren-Li

Anonymous: Offline.

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Only in taking the time

To be away from everything. Everyone.

Do I get the chance to reconnect

With the scenic route, that connects directly, 

To my individuality.

 

– O.D. ©2019

 

Art by: Frayde

 

It was a conscious choice to be away from my blog for a while; away from a lot of things I love doing; reconnecting with myself. I always end up feeling recreated and refreshed, welcoming a new perspective and building upon already existing values. I hope everyone had a great Christmas and an even better New Year. 🙂

 

Every year I’m always unavailable on WordPress during that time lol for the same reason I mentioned above.

 

I hope I didn’t keep anyone waiting too long.

Realm Of Exactitude.

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Nevermind language; all words are priceless,

If only because once they leave the tongue

Taking them back becomes a whole new narrative;

Furthermore, the meaning behind each one,

With the consideration of timing and tone,

Is entirely relative.

 

As I take a moment to build a piece,

Each word I place in sequence, to the best of my ability;

All based on a metric that necessitates its placement

In the containment of each sentence; 

Ultimately, letters are allocated accordingly

In a deliberate attempt, to create meaning and order,

On the abacus, that is my page.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: Frayde

 

Creating meaning out of anything and everything; I am in love with the creative process.

It’s interesting how you can write something intending for it to convey a specific idea but it actually sparks a different meaning in others. Some people may think of that entire situation as vexing, but for me, that’s where the beauty lies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anonymous: Online.

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The power of cyberspace,

Honestly, who can doubt it?

What you read now could, in essence, be the exact representation

Of long-lost texts recycled and relayed to your screen

Just for you, to peruse through; 

Point is: anyone can be anyone — anything,

That works either in your favour, or against.

 

With enough tact, I could recreate myself;

Morphing into a hero of sorts, bridging inconsistencies

To validate beliefs, at my behest,

Bringing about yet another “definitive” doctrine

All to feed nothing but my messiah complex,

Telling people lies, giving hope where I absolutely see none;

You and your enlightened mind may see that scam

From a mile away and think of it as elementary, dear Watson. 

But that matters little when there are still those

Who cling fervently to hope and are easily exploited for it.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: Kamikaye

 

The internet. It’s crazy. A lot of good and bad comes from this place.

Try thinking about someone going on the internet for the first time in their life, how will their experience go with the internet’s current state? Just something I was thinking about earlier today.

 

 

 

 

 

Vengeful Dialogue #Revisited

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She says, “I have something within me,

That you’ll never see”

To which he responds,

“A heart maybe?”

 

– O.D. ©2015

 

Art by: Sylar113

 

An old micro poem from 2015. Decided to bring it back 🙂

All In The Transition.

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“Perhaps I ought to slow down with all this writing”

Is what I said never,

Bored. I could perchance re-adjust my priorities, just for a bit,

Strive to be the best at the articulation of this medium,

Juggling the bounds of literary designs with whoever you think

Is at the very top. Win. And as I hold that gold medal up high

Proceed to tell you what that glittery prize is worth to me;

“Absolutely nothing” — Is exactly what I told her

When she asked me what she could give in return

For all the love she receives; her existence is already a gift,

For those wondering who she is, do not ponder too long,

After all, I write about her with the frequency

Of a baton exchange in a snail relay; 

Why? she is already amazing, and honestly,

Whether I try to say anything,

Chances are it would never be enough.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: Sylar113

 

Leave it to me to use a segue as a platform to talk about my girlfriend lol I hope everyone is having a pleasant Wednesday 🙂 . 

“Spread love”

“Fear no one; respect everyone”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With Each Line As A Freestyle.

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I could probably start this piece by taking you,

Yes, you, dear reader, on a journey,

Twisting and turning; navigating,

Through the spaces of an asteroid belt

But —  no, let us leave that for another day

A day whose arrival is entirely dependent 

On the cards, I am dealt.

 

How about we visualize an open field

Scented by various flowers from all over the globe

The image of a perfect day, as fresh as a cool breeze,

Conducting and urging me on to seize the moment

But — If we were to do that, it would be cheating,

The prior image serves as a vivid description encapsulating

The backyard of my mind palace; an archived impression,

I unearth on my saddest days;

And I would like to think I am not sad at this moment

Right?

 

Ooh I know – I know, let us talk about

What is going on, right now, in my mind, as I write,

Each line, of this sublime — (but is it really sublime?) —

Piece of poetry, right in front of me;

Like an alcoholic, relapsed, back at the bar again, drowning

Intoxicated from the impromptu strokes — Is the image

That best illustrates, the entirety of an analogy, I would use

In describing my unhidden fixation on creating meaning

Out of nothing — (or something) –;

Anything, to keep this train of thought on rails;

I go deeper into thought, sort of like Alice,

Tumbling down the rabbit hole, except there is no bottom

Actually, a better example of how I’m feeling would be

A comparison with that surreal dream, of falling off a cliff,

And right before you hit the ground;

You don’t wake up.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: Sylar113

 

Decided to freestyle with this piece, writing every line as I thought of it. Ended up being a direct representation of how I think of things as I am writing (for those interested). I was re-reading this entire poem after I was done and noticed that it started on a lighter note and slowly became darker. I honestly did not see that transition coming, perhaps there are some thoughts at the back of my mind I have yet to confront (hmm…who knows?)

“Deerstalker anyone?”

The Path.

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“Musings spread out like the stars you see

Over the dark veil the universe offers

Ever-so nonchalantly

Perhaps the best representation my mind chooses to showcase

The intricacies that make up a fraction of a poet’s mind;

Non-stop cogs that govern the process, greased by the now —

The already happened — The yet to happen.

 

Personally: Tragedy. Euphoria.

One or the other, it does not matter,

Do not judge me on a deathwish that straddles grey

The fuel I harness from adversity

Never needs to be too much, just enough,

To spark an unseen wildfire; Constantly

Edging me to tow a blurry line

Between dark and light,

A grey area, that offers me more peace;

More peace, compared to what I’m offered

By these apparent extremities. 

 

Choosing to follow this path

Way outside your ideal does not make me a rebel

It certainly does not make me more special

It simply means after searching for so long

I have found what works best for me;

I would advise you do too.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: Sylar113

 

Do you believe in what you believe in because you chose to do so, or because as you grew up it is all you knew you were supposed to believe in?

Do you believe in what you believe in because there is a consensus you use to validate your beliefs; the more people there are, the more plausible it has to be?

Do you believe in what you believe in because it is all about faith, all these other questions do not matter?

Do you believe in what you believe in because it makes you a better person?

Do you believe in what you believe in because if you don’t there would be no meaning to anything?

 

Preface.

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Let that light shine my way

Prism that I am,

I will reflect, refract; bend light

Allowing it to pass through,

Appearing behind me, bearing pigments

Of a long lost promise, whose transparency I direct

To the entirety of your planet; 

My choice in the delivery of a preface

Naturally indicative of how I pass layered words

To the rest of the world

With nothing but flying colours.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: Pauline Kam

 

 

Live/Exist.

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Oh how fulfilling it is,

Severing — at unintelligible speeds —

That which takes pleasure in planting weeds

In the place, meant to facilitate,

Room for food, pivotal for the soul.

 

Before it takes its insatiable toll

From nothing — I materialize a gas mask

For the toxicity, a chaser for the negativity,

An anchor for the stowaways attempting to hitch a ride,

Without your consent, at the expense,

Of your vessel’s individuality.

 

 Let the soul fall asleep at the wheel

Instead of governing your vessel, but be ready to own it

Reluctantly or ecstatically, choose to

Explore the unknown or blindly follow others.

 

Open your eyes to what surrounds you

Take an active part in your own existence

Without making excuses for others to take control

All in a bid, to relinquish, responsibility

For the choices, you are yet to make.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: Sylar113