WordPress Anniversary (5 years)


Yep. It’s exactly what it looks like. Happy FIVE years 🙂

To commemorate this occasion here’s a list of some of my all-time favourite poetry from over the years (enjoy 🙂 ) :




Poetry, To Me

And Then There’s Me

A Date With You, Dear Reader (Part 1 – 4)

Transparency (Part 1 – 3)


“Speech! Speech! Speech!”

I’ve skipped over three of my blog anniversaries in the past because I don’t usually put much thought into it. Ask any of my friends, it’s the same way with any of my birthdays. But occasionally, I like to get into it a little; if only just a little.

Within five years I’ve managed to meet some truly remarkable people here. Some of which I have grown to call friends. They may not see me the same way, but that’s not the point. What’s important to me is the unseen connection we all have; the knowledge we share either through our respective talents or through what we say to each other.

My blog has changed over the years. Slowly morphing into an ideal representation of me. And the truth is; it’s not done yet; it will never be done. You may see me adopt a new style of poetry; a new form of story-telling; a new theme; all that good stuff. Because I love this blog. I love how it has helped shape me into who I am now, how it has allowed me to explore what truly matters to me (my core values). And most importantly, how I see the world around me.

Thank you. To everyone who followed me, liked, commented and shared any of my posts. You are the true MVPs.

Now I don’t have wine, or a wineglass to clink the occasion. But I DO have water; plenty of it. And true to form, I will gladly drink this 1-litre bottle of water next to me in celebration of what I never believed I could achieve five years ago. To my blog! And to you, for being undeniably awesome!


– O.D. ©2019




Even now, I hesitate to speak of every little thing that bothers me

People are capable of caring genuinely; but not entirely.

Makes sense, after all, everyone has their own story to contend to.


Nevermind those…


What I speak of are competitive folk.

Those who listen as you mourn your loss,

And as you cry, are all too busy formulating

An over-exaggerated, self-righteous speech in their head

If only to prove how much they can out-mourn you.


– O.D. ©2019


Art by: JoeyJazz


Pain is pain no matter how small it may be for you. Don’t patronize someone else’s pain because you’ve gone through it or it feels small to you. Don’t compare how you deal with pain with others’ way of doing it. We all go through the same events differently.

And just because you’re a supposed “expert” at suffering, doesn’t mean everyone should automatically feel good whenever you show your martyr complex like a trophy. 



Don’t confuse my reluctance to conform;

With juvenile rebellion.

Don’t mistake confidence in my own skill;

With your limited understanding of pride.

Don’t mistake not aligning with your will;

As the absence of loyalty.

… I am all for harmony

Just not harmony completely formed

Under the meticulousness of your own terms.


– O.D. ©2019


Art by: JoeyJazz


Remember to check on my last post for a recording about different types of manipulation (Flow part 2)

I could lie and tell you that at this point in time I’m having a jolly good time. But I’m not.

Enjoy your day.

Flow (Part 2) *Recording Included*


Here is the link to Flow (Part 1)




Now for the long-awaited Flow Part 2.

Number of people extremely excited about this: 1 (Me)

Decided to return to it with a bang. This time I addressed the whole manipulator issue in a recording (you may notice a small difference with my previous recordings 😉 ).

I briefly talk about the various types of manipulators I have come across in my life.

Art by: AppleSin


12 minutes.


Manipulators I mentioned in the recording:

*The Scorekeeper  – “I helped you that other time, so you have to help me now”


*The Fearmonger – “Do what I say, or I will make your life a living hell”


*Triangulators    – “It’s us against the world. There’s no one but me you can trust” (This and Fearmonger really get to me)


*Gaslighter          – “You don’t remember saying those words because you’re not the one who got hurt. But I remember you saying them, so it’s true”


*Ultimatums      – “Honestly, the only way I see you having fun this weekend is if you come to my party. You know you’ll be bored at home”


As always, comments are welcome 🙂



Status update: Our love is so powerful. So, so powerful. I could never love another.


“Yes. Yes. A thousand times Yes.

That is why your lover constantly seeks my affection

All without you taking notice.

Because they absolutely love you”


— Is, what I would say, If I was in the middle of a heated

High school drama over social media. 

But I’m not – honest.

Besides, you have no choice but to believe me,

That’s if I were lying. But am I?

That’s a joke. Of course, I’m not


— Is, what I would say if I was actually lying

Trying to cover my tracks. But you believe I’m telling the truth

Don’t you? No need to doubt me; the source, for lying.

After all, I just said I’m not.



What were we talking about again?


– O.D. ©2019


Art by: JoeyJazz


I am drawn to authenticity. I haven’t exactly made that secret, especially with poems like Authentic: You hovering on my front page. A feeling of genuineness and transparency within those that surround me; I have no doubt many people also seek the same thing. Which is why it baffles me when people are quick to discard their identities when it becomes convenient.

Adopting a new identity fully, no holds barred; discarding their old one like worn socks. I understand succinct changes can occur when you hang out with others, subconsciously even. You may start to adopt a few mannerisms and particular inflections in your speech. But to discard who you are entirely just so you can take on what you believe to be a more favourable persona? Wow.

I say “wow” because I could never trust someone like that. I hold my identity very closely; It’s who I am. And if someone shows little to no love for who they are as an individual, and are willing to trade it all in to “Look good”; I’d like to believe our relationship is built on lies. Who’s to say what else they are willing to forego in their pursuit to “look good”? Our love? Our friendship? I don’t care if someone uses the excuse of “I’m afraid people won’t like the real me”. No, love you first instead of waiting for others to do it for you. Love you and your flaws instead of using other peoples’ validation as an excuse to pretend to be someone you’re not. Do the hard thing, the hard thing many people do on a daily. You wouldn’t be the first person in the history of humanity to do so.


My friend Dorinda Duclos commented on one of my posts saying: 

“…The invention of FB, Twitter, etc, has allowed many to be someone they are not. There is no one like you, so why try to be someone else? I never understood that…”

(Visit her blog by the way, amazing writer 🙂 )


I agree with what she says here. Social networks may not be the prime cause, but they certainly contribute a large deal. I remember mentioning how “trends and other forms of branding have transcended from the material to the spiritual”. It’s not about adopting particular clothing, but a particular personality; whatever appeals to most people. Of course, I’m not saying everyone does this on social media; but people are constantly pushed to compete amongst themselves without even realizing it. All through the perceived idea of the “ideal”.

“Stay positive. Always be positive 24/7. No room for negativity”

“Love you only. And learn not to give a f*ck”

“You won’t know what a real party experience is until you go to the FYRE festival” <=== I just had to.

Sub-cultures within cyberspace have their own systems and functions. And most of these sub-cultures perpetuate and encourage being someone you are not. Again, not everyone is like this; I’m talking about those that do. If you are not sure of yourself you will easily fall prey to whatever you believe is trendy or “cool”.

The poem I wrote showcases the convoluted nature of shuffling identities. The utter mess we could all fall into if we start playing pretend. You could get praise and adoration and it all adds to this insatiable fix you start getting from cheap highs. Likes, Upvotes, hearts and all other forms of social currency could come your way and it could feel really good. But like anything else we consume these days, people will start drifting once they get bored with your false identity. What will you do then? Besides adopting another identity; especially once you’ve become dependant on the cheap thrill/highs of embodying something you’re not?

And if you decide to let it all go after having lived years pretending to be someone else, who will you be?



Earth, Earth, Earth …

Just a house with sparsely spaced continents;

What we call countries mark our different but

Intricately designed rooms, some of which are divided

By an ambitious swimming pool.


Easy to forget we are all connected 

Till you remember we rely on the same light;

Probably a good thing that the orb of light

Is within sight, and not within reach,

You just know some eager fellow

Would’ve already tried to claim it as their own.


And guess what? Those that play the part of our parents?

Those that claim to run governments, in our best interests?

Making rules behind their lavish podiums?

Do more when fattening their pockets with that Charles Darrow currency.


This is why I chuckle when they think I am, at all, interested in what they have

No, you delusional pieces of unintelligible refuse

The only time you could ever have me flinching;

Fighting fiendishly, for something I want

Is when you manage to make yourself at home

In the world that inhabits my mind.


But till then,


And like a good little boy/girl

Keep playing boss in your dollhouse.


– O.D. ©2019


Art by: nehas91







Authentic: You


I’m not telling you how to live your life

No, far from it; all I’m saying is

If you choose to lie to yourself long enough

Intent on being evasive

Of the pain that comes with the truth

Every delusion you have carefully crafted

For everything but your name

Will, in your world, become true.

And in all honesty,

That should frighten you.


– O.D. ©2019


Art by: JoeyJazz


Simple, but true. I love authenticity in character. Why forfeit your identity to masquerade as someone or something you are not? Perhaps there are do or die situations I’m not aware of. But outside of that, I cannot bring myself to understand.

The deeper someone pretends to be something they are not, the harder it will be to find themselves when they genuinely want to. 




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