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.

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.

 

A Leap.

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I don’t believe in bad stories,

I believe in badly told stories.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: snatti89 

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  

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 1 )

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I ruminate over an unearthly amount of time here,

This medium and I bleed into each other,

A testament to our unspoken blood oath.

Quite the task, telling me and my poetry apart,

Honestly, where would you even start?

You would have better luck counting back from infinity.

 

 A glimpse of my thoughts is like ingesting an Albert Hoffmann creation

My world is like looking at a rainbow and seeing colours diverging —

Criss-crossing, Intertwining, binding and colliding.

Absolutely. In my world, reality and I repurpose a rainbow for shibari,

I hear you say, “Well, by that point, It’s no longer a rainbow”

To which I say “Precisely. It’s become something more”

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: SuperPhazed 

 

New series. New stories to share.

Excited to write this set of poems in particular. Stay tuned.

 

 

 

Zugzwang.

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This is one of those poems that serve as my palate cleanser. I feel the urge to shout, but doing that leaves me exhausted. So instead, I just combined past and present frustrations into one amalgamation. After all, writing is what I do best.

Also, there’s a separate recording at the end of this post. A follow up to my last one.

 

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It goes without saying, right?

That what I say to you

Doesn’t need to make sense 

For it to be considered true.

 

You are bound by the world’s rules

You are at peace with a narrow corridor being

The best representation of your psyche.

 

I write about me, more than I write about you

I encumber the page with my struggles,

Involuntarily writing your name in the margins

The teacher always told me to show my working.

Lo and behold, that’s where you are,

In the humdrum of the equation; you are the sum of its parts

I seek answers, and yet, to no one’s surprise

You are the number that makes the problem clearer; easier. 

 

I welcome perspective, but yours I would forever take in doses

I’m not being harsh for simply showing the side you so thoroughly wish to see,

Needling me, with your unrestrained insecurities;

You are an insatiable vampire. Feeding off energy.

Trust me, I know mine is a unique treat.

But that drop is all you’ll ever get out of me.

 

Your words lost their weight a long time ago

Your influence on my life rings hollow.

You can no longer do as you please,

Your attempts to manipulate

Have about as much clinical efficiency as homeotherapy.

 

Seek your value elsewhere;

You are not my friend.

You are not my family.

You,

Are an example.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: RHADS

 

An example of what some might ask? An example of what I don’t want to be associated with. You can’t claim to have a healthy mindset when you make conscious efforts to be toxic. Either you’re stupid, or you think those around you are stupid. 

I don’t need drama.

 

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The recording I promised in the last post. I talk about whats been happening these last few months. Pretty lengthy, check it out if you want:

 

12 minutes.