The Maker’s Star Seed.

I looked into the abyss and lived to tell you all about it

Didn’t leave unscathed though, take a look at my heart —

Notice the battle scars — how they embellish over my blood pump

With the subtlety of post-war badges.

God penned the dots in my eyes with the cosmic strength of black holes

Rarely — if ever —do words escape the pull of my gaze.

I am a star-eyed dragon, the kind you find hidden in the pages of a book long forgotten

With each word I write, I light a fire —when I speak, I light an unseen pyre,

Averting the gaze of those trapped inside the darkness.

See, most people would rather spend a majority of their lives

Waiting eagerly for their genius to be verified.

… and of course; you’d be right in thinking,

I’m not one of them.

– O.D. ©2020

Art by: CaringWong

I’m a complete idiot and I love it.

The Safety Of My Mind’s Prison.

Love?

I understand love

As the willingness

To eventually get hurt.

– O.D. ©2020

Art by: Gydw1n

Drizzles, Giggles And A List Of Life’s Riddles.

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

Finite-State Machine.

There was no we,

Only what she needed me to be.

– 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  

Pathing.

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The logic I find myself having to cater to

Runs in line with delegating a blind man

To address the overbearing elephant in the room.

Hell, I’m patient — but I’m not God — good too

‘Cause If I was,

Noah would have already built another ark.

 

Don’t be quick to adorn your robes eager arbiter

When it comes to the exploration of this medium

I express with the same finesse you’ve come to expect

When I inject — parts of me yet unseen

Onto the page, in a way, that pushes to motivate,

And encourage you, to have a better day.

 

I make it no secret, my frustrations have long since peaked

Appealing to my humanity means being open to an orbit of bad choices

Do we call it bad judgement or karmic justice?

When each attempt to connect

Threads with branches that carry values and reasons

As fleeting as each season.

 

 Tell me, is this the real world, or is this a simulation?

A rotation, of now and the time

It wasn’t a choice for me to be this clean-shaven.

Please excuse me, my mane has a habit of going all over the place

Much like the tendrils that latch onto my brain

All Cthulhu-like; stretching straight out of deep space.

 

I see patterns and symbols in my sleep;

Unfit for the terrestrial mind.

And when I wake, I’m hit by a pang of guilt

As I’m flooded by visions of a time when I still tried.

 

I don’t need platitudes to do the right thing

I need only look at what I am now and fear

What I will be if I don’t change my ways.

In the end, I don’t fight because you told me to,

I fight because I don’t have a choice.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: Gydw1n 

 

 

 

 

Creative (Collaboration)

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My collaboration with Tara from the blog Raw Earth Ink. I’ve always enjoyed her writing and how immersive it is, if you have not yet followed her I suggest you do. She has some amazing poetry, you won’t be disappointed.

 

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To get the ink flowing, sating the creative in me

I could share a tale of how constellations first have to combine

Over the cosmos, in a way that forms an image,

Drawing the best of my imagination;

But – as always – I’d be getting ahead of myself,

After all, to begin writing,

I’d need not look further than anything around me.

 

Really, the first thing I do

Is look inside myself while I’m looking out

Sure, the world around me

Provides excellent inspiration,

Both good and dark,

But if I’m honest with myself

(And I have to be, to write)

It’s the inner things, 

My thoughts and experiences, 

That I really draw upon.

 

… And draw upon them I do

With such fiendish precision.

Thoughts and feelings curating,

Procedurally generating… Art,

Straight from the heart.

 

These thoughts, ideas, and emotions

Swirling and mixing inside me

Come pouring out in rivulets and swells.

They appear as nouns and axioms,

Run-on sentences and adverbs,

Semi-colons and hyperbole.

There are no rules, only the need

To release.

 

Raw Earth Ink & O.D. ©2020

 

Art by:  Gydw1n

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