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





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