I struck fear in their hearts

My skin might as well have been

The reflection of the colour you see

When looking down the barrel of a gun.


And perhaps it is …

Chuckling, I soaked it all in

A pleasant change of pace to be honest;

Simply having people afraid

And not believing you to be less than human.


Twisted yet gratifying perceptions of my mind aside,

Choose to keep or relieve yourself

Of the fear you have of me,

And let me show you the many talents

That hide within my form.


The darkness of my vessel is entirely reflective

Of the endless depth encapsulated by the vastness

Of the extra-terrestrial landscape;

Overwhelming yet enticing,

My skin is an Elseworld temptation

Which I urge you to touch at your own risk,

For it might just suck you in.


Full disclaimer:

After that happens

It will not be my responsibility

To bring you back to “reality”.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: RonAckins


















In a field of thoughts

Planted during the time lapse

I use a sickle to pile the yield.


Patience from my most avid readers

I appreciate,

For they know, 

The time It takes to nurture

My most vivid dream sequences.


A tree with the strongest roots,

I never forget where I came from

Positive phototropism, reaching for the stars

Yet I remain grounded, too much ego

Leaves one unaware of the changing seasons.


Moving on parallel lanes

Appreciative of the rare instances

In which we align

For it is in those moments

We draw closer and understand each other

That much better.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: ryky






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





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






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?


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.




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…


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 (?)


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



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)

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