Dark.

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Distracted or bewitched?

Seems the only time the rest of the world matters

Is when I see it through her eyes.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: ryky

 

 

Scripted.

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The power of a moment lies

In how fleeting it is;

It escapes our grasp

As fast as our realisation of it.

 

Easy to have the mind wander,

Charting a world of illusion

Certainly serves as a better reality

After all, not much compares

To the value of a world untouched.

 

I tame my inner desires

Salvaging threads that bind me to the present,

Curbing my need to skim the script

My story will go the way it goes

And I will experience it as it comes.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: ryky

 

 

 

Light.

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She asked me to look into her eyes

And in them,

I saw the promise of tomorrow.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: ryky

…Yeah, But Why Poetry?

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I liken this image to the first time I entered the realm of poetry (5 years ago). Anxious, excited, free; all at the same time. I was not sure how everything was going to go, but I knew I wanted to do it anyway.

 

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What drives people to achieve what they want

Certainly differs

With their experiences and underlying values.

 

What drove me to be a poet

Was inability to express that which made

My ribcage feel like it was housing heat

From a thousand burning coals.

 

Painful. Wanting to say something.

Anything. In any way,

Not finding the right words to say.

Whether it be limited vocabulary, insecurity,

Not knowing which way it will all turn out;

It is the repressing of emotions,

The second-guessing

That truly muddles your sanity.

 

I vowed to be the best poet that only I could be

To cherish my own style and appreciate those of others

To never hesitate in saying what I want to say

Whether anyone understands it or not

The most important step is setting it all free

And not feeling like I am trapped in a prison

That is my mind.

 

 – O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: ryky

 

 

 

 

The Lines I Write…

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The lines I write, suspend themselves above me,

Serving as unconventional ropes,

I grab them, they suspend me above reality

Giving stability to a way of thought

That makes sense to only a few.

 

The lines I write

Paint a swirling black and white pattern

Which acts as my bittersweet backdrop

Confusing and hypnotic, drawing you into a world

That is rather punishing to believers of the binary.

 

The lines I write address many things

You can agree or disagree with what they say,

Either or is not the crux of the matter;

And that…

Is the beauty of poetry.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: ryky

Ideal Narrative (?)

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Despite rejection,

Were his unrelenting advances 

A result of his undying love for her?

 

Or rather, a nuanced expression of denial;

Showcasing his unyielding resolve 

In overturning anything that did not fit his narrative?

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: ryky

Feelings.

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I allow myself

To feel every emotion that stems at my centre

In turn, avoiding the agonizing procedure

Of window dressing my sadness

With artificial happiness.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: ryky

Rambling #1

Loosely linked to the poem Possible

I talk about why I wrote that poem; and many other things 🙂

18 minutes (Yes, its long)

Because…The Internet.

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I can do many things

But I am aware of the foggy border

That marks the edge of my capabilities.

 

I’ll admit, I do not know many things

But I am fully aware of the end result

That would culminate

From going toe-to-toe with the palpable force

Of The Internet.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: vagraine

 

Who is wise enough to fight people on the internet?

Decay.

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Thank you to everyone who gave me feedback regarding the use of voice notes in my posts. I included one in this one 🙂

 

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Sustenance of the mind palace

Kept afloat by uprooting unwelcome weeds

Dealing with adversity,

Treating any leeching decay before

It believes itself to have found a new home.

 

Face to face with

What I believe to have the strength

To overcome

I will not stop

Until I make it nothing

But a distant memory.

 

– O.D. ©2018

 

Art by: ryky

 

I was pacing as I recorded this 🙂 there’s some audio friction here and there but it adds to the authenticity, at least that’s how I rationalized it in my head 😀

I welcome this evolution of my blog, I hope you do too.