When you see someone fall,
Don’t laugh.
We’re all falling; you’re no better,
For simply falling slower.
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: Gydw1n
Drizzles, Giggles And A List Of Life’s Riddles.
Finite-State Machine.
Kindling For A Falling Bridge.
I suppose thinking you would stay stuck in the past
Was a little too much to ask,
You surface to the top of my current thoughts
With the dark and oozy persistence
Of an off-shore oil spill.
— You’re unwanted,
You kill the formation of my ideas often,
Your idea of living comes off to me as foreign
Your understanding of bonding bears the likeness
Of a grassy field at the periphery of erosion.
I won’t hide the bad thoughts I have when I think of you
I hold my values and speak only what I believe to be true
I don’t expect, nor hope, that you’ll hear my words and agree
I only empty my lungs, exorcising your flimsy demon out of me.
The radical would say you’re straddling satanic
You? Hardly.
I’d settle for simply calling you moronic —
— Idiotic, as you preach mindfulness from the comfort of an invisible pulpit
The sole of your shoes bound to the rustic pedestal of a f*cking narcissist.
Don’t tell me about language
If you paid attention you’d know I’ve since had it.
Go ahead, flatter yourself into thinking I wrote this for you.
Please, I dare you. Chug it all down.
Soon after, pay no mind to the sensation of your insides forming lesions,
Tends to happen when you try and digest the sharpness of a wit you can’t fathom.
I write — I breathe, life into each piece
It’s a hard tilt — unfiltered by my loyalty to the path of a creative
No experience of mine is beyond comodifying,
— Liquidating and displaying on a fine sheet of paper.
As such, you and the lint that was our tether
Will be of further use in lining my passion as a writer.
There are no good or bad choices
Only regrets,
When it comes to those — I have many
But the kindling offered by our shared experience
Assures you’ll never reach the worth of being one.
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: Gydw1n
Three Ceilings Below.
A part of me longs to form a bond.
A bond so strong, It involuntarily phases in and out
Of the spiritual realm.
A bond, that makes death nothing more than a checkpoint;
Thereby materializing, growing ever-stronger in the hereafter.
A part of me sees this “longing”
As nothing but wishful thinking;
The floundering of a mad man anchored to the bottom
Of the deep blue sea –
Drowning, desperately trying to hold onto something –
Anything – to keep me afloat;
Leaning on “hope” to make this far-flung dream;
A reality.
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: Gydw1n Â
The Heart-Key Swindle.
Kindling a romance,
Out of fear of being alone
….
And I thought I was selfish.Â
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: Gydw1nÂ
I mean, the poem says it all right?
The Nine Year Bender.
I don’t want
To live in a world
Where loving someone …
Is simply,
Not enough.
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: Gydw1nÂ
Back to abstract poetry. Getting those creative vibes flowing again.
If you missed it, I recently finished the unnamed girl series. A short six-part story I encourage you to check out if you enjoy story-telling and poetry all bundled up into one. Also because I worked real hard on it, it would not go unappreciated. Don’t forget to share your thoughts in the comments. You can check out all the parts hereÂ
The Siren’s Song.
PART 6. The final part in the unnamed girl series. Thoroughly enjoyed writing this character’s story. I hope you enjoyed reading it too. Let me know your thoughts in the comments.
For those that have yet to read the whole series,
Here’s Part 1, 2 , 3 , 4 and 5
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Red, Blue, Red, Blue,
So surreal, you see. But its all true.
Red, Blue, Red, Blue,
Spotlights on me,Â
Honestly, you didn’t have to.
Red, Blue, Red, Blue, Red,
Ma… I should never have left.
Blue, Red, Blue, Red,
So much was left unsaid.
Blue, Red, Blue, Red,
But don’t you fret …
Blue, Red, Blue, Red,
Cause he’ll never lay his hands on you again.
Blue, Red, Blue, Red, Blue,
Now, this is a surprise I wish I could show you.
Red, Blue, Red, Blue, Red,
… If the shifting lights didn’t already give it away …
Red, Red, Red, Red,
That son of a b*tch is dead.
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: OptionalTypo
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