“Is this what you see every day?
All those colors …?
Your inner world — It’s amazing”
She said.
“But babe…” her lover responded.
“I haven’t removed your blindfold yet”
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: kelogsloops
If Colors Had A Voice.
Silence: The Instrumental.
Who you thought they were
Who they thought they were
And who they actually were
— Are all parallels that never merged,
Don’t beat yourself up
They may have fooled you
But their entire life is predicated on fooling themselves
Their heart never changed,
No …
… It was never there.
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: Nuhanotion
Wrote this as a reminder of past experiences.
Of lovers or friends that entered my field of disillusionment — or just scummy people in general. Jeez, there are some seriously broken people out there.
There is a Russian saying I saw today that compelled me to write this piece, it says “The more quietly you leave, the further you’ll get” it was in reference to making your own way after having to deal with toxic people.
I can relate. Because I never announced to certain people that I’m “disappearing” …I just exited, and when they eventually asked why I gave them answers like “I need time to meditate”. Which is true, they just don’t need to hear that THEY are one of the reasons for me choosing to leave. I tend to find joy in avoiding unnecessary conflicts,
Particularly in cases where I’ve tried reasoning with people before lol you just end up going in circles and hearing sophist conclusions.
Don’t fret dear reader, some people are simply beyond saving. And besides, these people aren’t our responsibility
(well, unless it’s your professional responsibility) <== I would have ended the prose by saying this — but it just feels like virtue signaling.
Spacetime Delivery.
I was never taught how to appreciate poetry
I was birthed on the periphery of unknown space
Lost, with stars as a guide — crash landed on earth
— Because why the hell not.
I had heard whispers — that the planet is an ongoing party.
That it’s where you come when you’re low on thrill and inspiration.
…. I had to see for myself.
I was surprised — disappointed —
— That this planet is as much as it gets
For those that choose to call it home.
I decided to speak — communicate — most could hear the sounds
But few came close to understanding what I was saying,
How could they? All they heard was the anonymous DJ pumping the music.
I lost all hope — perhaps I chose the wrong place to make my landing.
If there was ever a wholesome party here… It’s been dead.
“Not really” said poetry, lulling me to the dance floor
“You have yet to talk to me”
Words with a voice so androgynous —
— so fiercely braided with the mystic — enchanting —
An alien cadence with limitless charge for my neurochemistry
I found my first love in poetry — that’s why I stayed.
Poetry. The primary to this polyamory
The everything that makes everyone an easy secondary.
Our conversation, from that day,
Has long since turned into an iron-clad declaration
From then — now — till a point in time when reptilian brains stop observing …
The day when your vision turns black and you have no idea what just happened
When you have made yourself at home in the primordial chaos.
Swaying with ethereal spirits among the stars
Choosing where to mark your next destination
Whatever you do — don’t believe the rumors tossed by the intergalactic community
Earth is an okay party …nothing too special
The equivalent of Poyais in the Milky Way Galaxy
The essence of it’s beating heart and value stemming from the creatives.
There are far too many places to choose from
Other places I could have easily gone
But I just had to see what all the fuss is about.
Consider my FOMO cured
When you get another chance
… Try not to pick the same party twice.
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: robrey
When Love Is Silent.
If all you see is misery,
Despair fetishized,
And the invalidation of joy;
Then it’s fair to say,
You’re around the wrong people.
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: Gydw1n
I’ve never seen tormentors more miserable than when they have no-one to torment but themselves. If you can help it; avoid being a resource for unchecked neuroticism.
I don’t know, I just think you deserve better than that.
A Series Of Unpopular Opinions (12)
A series of unpopular opinions. Share a thought, no matter how crazy or critique the ones other people have chosen to share. The point is to have fun provided we all keep an open mind and respect each others views. Healthy debates are welcome, extended discussions even more so.
<< Held (almost) every Friday >>
For those curious as to why I don’t do this every single Friday, well, sometimes the “unpopular” opinions I find are popular. Which defeats the purpose.
Takes a while to find really unpopular opinions.
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I shared three unpopular opinions in the last post. Thank you to those that participated.
Unpopular opinion #2 I just want a simple boring life by u/newCoder250
Response(s):
Anne Leueene “#2 A Simple and boring life. Whaaaaat ? Who would want that? You might as well be dead from the start. Life is not simple! and it can only be boring if you are an exceptionally boring person”
Raw Earth Ink “#2 – I completely agree and actually somewhat similar to my own life decisions. Other than the 9-5 bit. Or only living 40 years. But living a “boring” life? Check. Not caring about superficial shit? Check. Doing the quiet things that bring me peace and a smile? Check”
O.D. “Anything that gets me as far away from drama as possible is a win. And if the absence of drama is boredom, then so be it lol”
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Unpopular Opinion #3 It’s perfectly acceptable to break up with someone with mental health issues by u/LokiiVegas
Response(s):
Raw Earth Ink “#3 – I agree that it’s okay to break off a relationship for ANY reason. Yes. I said it: any. When you go into a relationship, it’s not a binding contract. It’s at-will. If it’s working, great. If it’s not, great. If it works for one but not the other, great. No one should feel guilty for walking away from a relationship. With or without a reason. Staying with a person BECAUSE they have a mental illness, in my opinion, is more disturbing. Because you are together for the wrong reasons and creates an unhealthy relationship for BOTH”
O.D. ^^”Everything Tara said”^^
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Thanks to Anne Leueene and Raw Earth Ink for participating and sharing their thoughts. Very much appreciated.
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As for today’s unpopular opinion(s) We have four. Check them out:
(Note: These opinions are in no way reflective of my personal views or biases; just ones I think will spark interesting dialogue in the comment section)
Unpopular opinion #1 I love when old men stare at me at nude beaches by u/krunkou
Honestly I love when crusty ass old men stare at me at nude beaches (I’m female btw) People complain about it but nothing beats having an old dude come up to you to awkwardly chat while half chubbed
and no I’m not tryna get with these men or egg them on, I just eat up that kind of attention. feels good getting compliments no?
Unpopular opinion #2 If profanity offends you, you shouldn’t be working in an adult work environment by u/decayingprince
Seriously, if hearing the word “fuck” hurts your feelings, you have bigger problems than someone else’s vocabulary. I could understand if someone directed the word at you, but when someone just uses it as emphasis, there’s really nothing to be upset about. Just put on your big kid pants and deal with it.
Unpopular opinion #3 The death of a pet should be socially accepted and given vacation from work to grief your loss as with any family member that passed away by u/Honestless
As per the title. I hear a lot of people going through the loss of a pet and not being able to take a vacation for a few days so they can properly grief.
You spend years of your life with your pets, they’re closer to you than most family members and still, some bosses would not give a vacation for the fact that “The death of your pet is not an important enough event for which you would not be able to work.”
I know for certain that when and hopefully not soon my dog will die, I would be devastated. Going to work would be the last thing I would like to do in that case.
Unpopular opinion #4 It is not romantic/cute to take food from my plate by u/MinuteEconomy
This goes especially to girlfriends. There’s nothing wrong with sharing food, the part that is annoying is when you take food from my plate without asking and then not apologizing for it by smiling at me especially if it was something that I was saving to eat for last. By doing that, you have ruined my psyche and my whole meal because I usually plan my bites and how I’m going to eat it.
If you want some, order some for yourself or just ask, it’s not that hard.
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What are your thoughts and opinions? Let me know in the comments. I’ll be sure to link your contribution to your blog for all the credit.
See you in the comments(?)
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: snatti89
For The Coming Darkness.
Of course I love the light.
But I’ve learnt to also appreciate the darkness.
I mean …
How else will I see the stars?
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: snatti89
I’ve got an update for the Series of Unpopular Opinions later today. I hope you’ll participate; helps the series… it’s also a lot of fun.
……… mostly fun.
Why I Left.
I want to cut to the bone and say “I left because I was tired”. But that’s a lame answer; hardly indicative of what was going on in my head.
If you’ve been an avid reader of mine I feel I owe you this much. One doesn’t just drop this bomb and not at least offer a reason why.
I left because I was getting too close to my writing. It’s hardly a secret how much I love creating but… it was a getting a little too, unforgiving — to myself and others.
I still believe in writing for myself, speaking what I believe to be true — but I don’t believe in being masochistic about it. I know some people enjoy that I leave no filter (that’s not going anywhere) and others enjoy my poetry without the accompanying soliloquys. I get that too.
I noticed I was getting a little too absorbed in my work when I stopped giving warnings about the rants that would follow. The reason I give warnings to my rants is to inform readers of what’s to come. And because I was blinded by rage or a depression spike, I stopped doing that. Totally my fault, I’m sorry. I should have been more responsible, and I’m certainly better than that.
Writing is my outlet, and when my diary entries have the capacity to instill anxiety in others I should –at the very least warn them that there is some unsettling stuff I’m about to talk about.
As for why I left…
The above reason is one of them — I was becoming too reckless. The second? I was losing control. All I was channeling in my poetry was anger. That needed to stop. Now, that’s not to say you’ll never see me angry again, but, I prefer to channel all my emotions and not *ahem* specialize.
The third. My father was ill. Found myself distracted often and in some ways the pressure from home was making me even more unsettled. Fourth? Probably the hardest one … which I hope I can eventually have the courage to share.
I’m not going anywhere, so I ask you to be patient with me whilst I find a way to clearly express the last one. It certainly hit me harder than I initially expected. Nothing fatal, just… reality breaking. If that’s even a phrase.
I’ve got poems lined up. I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I did writing them.
Bye.
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: snatti89
Sweet Spot.
Never confuse proximity to being perfect,
With the principle of perfection itself.
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: snatti89
Good to see not much has changed. Apart from the tags section (I’ve noticed that much). I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. Couldn’t help myself but write even during my short break. I suppose there is no ‘break time’ when you’re a writer/creative.
<<I even wrote this piece a week ago>>
The world is simply too ripe with opportunities to use our imagination. I hope you’re okay, wherever you are. You’ll be hearing from me a lot *ahem* I’ll try and pace myself.
Hikikomori.
I don’t see the sun rise,
I hear it.
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: snatti89
I love this place. But the honest truth is, there are times I just want to disappear and never come back. Nothing to do with the community; its full of lovely people — sometimes I just can’t deal with all of it. I’ve already isolated myself from pretty much everyone I held dear — and I wish it was for attention, I really do. ‘Cause at least I would know what to do next.
But the truth is I can’t stand most people. Call me what you want, but there is no statistical evidence that says everyone has healthy people around them. And maybe you do — good for you. If I have healthy people around me I sure as hell want to know where they are. And if they are healthy, I suppose they don’t meet my standard.
Maybe I just enjoy being alone.
Am I the healthiest person? No. But I work damn hard to keep my mouth shut unless I have something I feel needs to be said. I’ve been petty, I’ve been vindictive, manipulative and narcissistic. I’ve also been on the receiving end. I know where to start and stop. I know who has my best interests and who doesn’t. Because when you don’t have many people to talk to and you listen (like actually listen) you see patterns very clearly.
I can’t even handle calls anymore. Prolonged exposure to peoples voices tends to get under my skin.
If someone isn’t badgering me for being a recluse they are trying to tell me the “best” way to live. Giving me solutions — all the while skipping the part of how they are miserable and are constantly whining to me. If you have it all figured out, why do you come to me for unprompted therapy?
It’s funny. I never thought I’d be such a recluse. But I get it now — more than ever. I could say I’m isolated because when I choose to care, I care too much. And when someone steps on my toes it hits a lot harder. That’s what happens when you put your heart into a moment. But other people can’t be expected to understand that.
There is no way I can say anything I want to say without offending someone — so I’ll just leave it at that. I’ll just come across as abrasive.
I suppose the best way to get anything across is to give “10 tips on how to stay positive” or work SEO algorithms to my benefit. But I’m not that person — as I’ve said, time and time again.
Or maybe under it all I’m just a horrible human being. If this all sounds too complicated I suggest you go with this one. Lord knows its too hard to think these days. Categorize sh*t to make space for other less strenuous tasks. Let’s pretend all the heavy hitting stuff doesn’t exist until it knocks on our door.
Do whatever you want, It’s your life. All I know is I need a break.
Bye.
Sophistry.
You don’t have to like me.
You don’t even have to listen to what I say;
But if you’re going to make assumptions about me —
At least be correct.
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: FreeMech
Someone told me my blog is a cry for help. That I’m saying words hoping someone saves me. LOL.
Usually I’d go into it and break it down to make it easier for those who share a similar view to realize how off they are but… they can have this one. If that’s what you think, run with it. I just have no tolerance for bullsh*t; and when I say what I say and leave people feeling uncomfortable they think there’s something in me that needs fixing. Classic rationalizations and straw man tactics.
I learnt long ago that even when you try and explain yourself, people will continue to form conclusions that may or may not be in your best interest. So why bother?
Most people have a natural inclination for irrational conclusions formed from emotions and feelings. And it makes sense when the same people can’t get their own sh*t in order and want to fix everyone else’s problems. Its a diversion from their own issues.
All I’m saying is… if I really wanted attention. The internet is hardly the best place for that. Not unless it was the year 1990. When using the internet was an adventure for all involved. People on the internet can be real brutal, and you can leave here feeling worse than you did before.
The point I’m driving to with this is… just because someone “calls” you out, doesn’t make them correct. Just as much as being louder doesn’t make anyone correct. Be careful of projections, conscious or subconscious. Not everyone is careful with their assumptions.
