HopePunk ^_^

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Part 5 in the unnamed girl series

Here’s Part 12 , 3 and 4

 

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What do I want for my birthday? Pfft.

Come on Dad, we all know being coy isn’t your thing.

Right, Ma? My selection is easy …

It can be a dog,

It can be a cat,

Or, if you’re feeling particularly generous, 

It can be your lips kissing the end of my baseball bat.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: superschool48

 

I was pleasantly surprised by the reception to this series. More for those who enjoy it 🙂 . Will only continue when there’s still a story worth telling. But the ending is surely coming very soon.

The Line That Divides Today From Every Other Day.

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Part 4 in the unnamed girl series.

Here’s Part 1, 2 and 3

 

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The thought of him no longer scares me,

His voice no longer gives me a glacial shiver.

Don’t get me wrong; I would never forget him …God, no.

It just so happens that the more I steer my vessel forward

I instinctively check the rear-view mirror;

And every time I see him, he keeps getting smaller,

And smaller.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: AngelGanev 

 

 

Rings Rhymes With Strings.

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Part 3 in the unnamed girl series. 

Here’s Part 1 and 2

 

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When I imagine people mingling in my home

My skin crawls.

I don’t have a problem with them

But all I see are their noses

Sucking up much of the same air I do

Breathing much of the same breath.

 

I get a little anxious, claustrophobic even,

But later on, I calm down.

Like my Ma used to say, “Everything will be alright”

Because they’ll eventually leave — because I’ve seen worse —

I’ve seen marriage.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: AngelGanev 

 

I’ve probably been enjoying writing this character a lot more than anything lately. Imagining what goes on in her headspace is quite interesting.

Maybe I’ll continue her story if I get another muse strike.

 

The 20-20 Colour Medley.

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Most people tell me I’m cornered inside my own head,

That I’m a girl running away from her demons;

Sheltering a litter of skeletons inside some closet.

Skeletons …demons …How many exactly, geniuses?

I’m not mad because they make assumptions.

I’m mad because they can’t narrow their arithmetic.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: AngelGanev 

 

#2 in the unnamed girl series.

See #1 here

The Forever Chapter.

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Meredith wanted the same thing.

In fact, Its not a stretch to say Meredith

Would have done anything — much like me

… For love, that is.

She was warm, soft-spoken,

A sweetheart. My sweetheart.

Meredith was a liar.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: AngelGanev 

 

Starscape Baptism.

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You want a diamond

Without accepting

It’s many facets?

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: snatti89 

The Space Between Stars.

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If I start by writing with how this ends

Tracing unseen steps towards how it begins

You could say I’m etching out what is

Working my way to a point when it wasn’t

…  And then they say time-travel isn’t within reach.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: Gydw1n  

In Tune With The Dew.

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The rain stopped …

Yet I’m still

Conscious of nothing

But the will

To survive.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: snatti89  

Care.

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I don’t write to save people

I write to build strength. And with any luck,

Hope that same strength permeates to others,

Encouraging them to save themselves.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: AngelGanev 

Thoughts Like A Theme Park (Part 2)

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Thoughts Like A Theme Park (part 1)

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And here is a recording I made for part 2 of this series. I wrote the entire poem below for those that prefer reading as I speak. I hear its more immersive that way.

You could otherwise gaze at the lovely art during the recording, that works too.

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Slow, steady and ever-so routinely,

Words cascade from parts of the universe unseen

Effortlessly drizzling, washing over me

As if my words have gained sentience in an attempt

To deem my vessel unclean.

 

There are many ways to say what I wish to say

But I only get one chance to say it my way.

A way that bridges me with my understanding of peace

Sometimes I feel I’ve found the answers I seek;

Like I’ve taken a long hard look at life’s tapestry

And from that, know exactly where I fit.

But that’s not how life tends to work, is it?

 

I balance my inherent strength and vulnerability 

In ways reminiscent of a tight rope walker

Trying to maintain inertia — It all gets a little murkier —

As I guard my heart like I know nothing else

Like it’s all I’ve ever felt, I might as well — heart shattered, scattered,

Some pieces find themselves lost under the furniture —

Each time — the part that keeps me alive gets a little smaller.

 

I love fiercely, consciously, dare I say ridiculously

I love without expecting, I love like no one is watching,

I love because I can — but it’s within this dance 

That I’ve begun to understand the limitations of man.

 

The love of my individuality

And the desire to connect whilst still being me

Oh, the persistent dichotomy, repeatedly unveiling itself in front of me —

This is why — this is why I sling ink to a maddening degree

Why I can’t stop myself from being entranced with this natural high

Why oh why do you do this to me?

The more I get better the more I run the risk of sounding a little crazier.

 

Erratic in my delivery,

I hit the beat and accompanying piece like I exist within each—

Rib-caged, I am the part that pumps blood;

I don’t believe in fate, but for this, I was certainly made,

And there’s nothing anyone can say to give my thoughts sway.

I lay back — absorbing the moment, wishing to have it framed

It’s the only one like it… and I wish to always have it…

But it’s only in letting it go that I make room for more.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: SuperPhazed