Mirage.

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Spare a moment stranger, take a walk in my shoes,

Look through my eyes; see life the same way I do.

Past my lenses, tell me what you see,

Apart from your mind playing tricks on you.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: AngelGanev 

 

*RANT INCOMING*

“No, you don’t know what people are thinking or feeling. Stop embarrassing yourself”

 

Sometimes people are prone to make assumptions on how those around them feel or think based on what they feel and think. It’s a gamble that sometimes results in someone’s assumptions being wrong or in the worst-case scenario, destructive. 

In cognitive behavioural therapy, this habit is referred to as a mind-reading error, the belief that you know what someone else thinks or feels. Furthermore, you make an assumption and then act on it without any solid evidence. This can cause problems in any relationship.

Often what people see in others is a reflection of their own thoughts and feelings. If you think you’re an idiot, you’re more prone to think others think the same thing about you. If you see everything as a competition, you’ll assume everyone else is competing with you. I don’t need to mention how much this pisses me off.

The other time I told someone I was depressed and they said “I know how you feel”, No, you don’t. What, you think I find comfort in numbers? You think just because I know someone else is going through something similar it will make everything alright? Ridiculous. That’s the equivalent of saying going to prison is nice because you’ll be surrounded by other prisoners.

Listen, I don’t care if you think I think nothing of you. I’m too caught up in trying not to off myself every night without having to doctor your perceptions of me.

I’m sorry I can’t listen to your long-winded explanation of things I already know or find inconsequential. I’m distracted by thoughts of how the other night I held a knife close to my wrist for an inexplicable amount of time.

I’m sorry you think I keep things from you because I’m afraid you’ll judge. I’m sorry you can’t see past being a presumptuous and manipulative bastard to listen when I say I don’t trust you or anyone else. Want to hear my secrets? Be my therapist. 

*sigh* 

Sometimes, dear reader. Sometimes, it’s just better to listen.

 

 

 

 

The Side They (Don’t) Like.

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I navigate the battlefield pacifying every ill-intender with a collection of Swords

Repeat the prior sentence without the first S

And you’ll bear witness to how it takes a pen, or even less

To bring to attention the distance that exists between you

And the unseen heights of my plateau.   

 

You shout all manner of things yet you know I can’t hear you

You’re all the way over there, and I’m over here

Layman terms for your planet and mine

Perhaps I ought to underline how aligned

I am to the stars. I’m not just another Leo,

I bear an unkempt mane

Thought formation teetering on insane

Why would I roar – when I need only soar,

Break the sky, and from space, re-arrange

My life’s pieces back into place.

 

Your awkward attempts to wither my flame 

Are about as unsightly

As witnessing a giraffe throw up – arduous and long –

Like the time it would take to break down

Exactly where you’re going wrong. 

 

See, with each subsequent step I take

The eye of the storm dilates

With each word, my thoughts levitate,

Marking yet another escape

From the self-sustaining prison

This world makes.

 

Your taxidermist has been stuffing you with garbage

Meanwhile, I jubilate to my bountiful literary harvest

Far-reaching words are at the tip of my tongue

Much like when I explore all your unseen bits

I promise, I never meant for any of this to sound erotic

It just tends to happen when you make a habit of being honest.

 

Look how considerate I am, 

Even skipping a line to let you catch your breath,

I run in parallel with a calmness 

Born from poetry and I being bound in marriage

I called myself a failure, but poetry was not having it

Master of the art, showing me how to repurpose

All of the Ls projected. Flipping them on their axis

Like another casual game of Tetris

Forming a continuous line, that in due time

Cancels itself out.

 

Still don’t believe in my prowess?

Tread the surface I ink for your enjoyment

A Mobius strip – It doesn’t matter where you begin

With each piece, with each end

I’ll keep you in the perceptual present.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by:  AngelGanev  

 

 

 

 

 

Padding.

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I’m a writer. Of course — words mean everything to me.

It’s when your actions go against everything you say

That I, as a writer, can openly admit

That (your) “Words mean nothing to me”

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: GUWEIZ

 

I love you, yes you.

Totally unrelated, I know. But I also have nice things to say sometimes, dear reader.

Stay safe.

One Bad Day Away …

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“No man is an island”

I know, I know …

But it is too much to ask

To be part of an archipelago?

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: AngelGanev

 

It’s nice being part of a group that has it’s sh*t together. Or at the very least, a group of people that carry a healthy mindset (and set of values) when addressing issues. You don’t need to wander far to learn not all babies wear diapers. Some of them wake up and go to work just like we do.

Hold yourself responsible for your own thoughts, actions and emotions. As one of my good friends said, “it’s easy to think you’re a victim when you take more than you are due”. It’s an easy go-to strategy to rationalize your own insecurities without actually addressing the problem that starts with you. 

Trust me, you could die today and no religion would start after you’re gone. Relax and take each day as it comes.

 

Timepass.

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Evil.

You’d think its more pronounced

When a knife tip is draped in crimson;

Over yet another useless Earthly thing.

 

I wish it was that simple, dear reader,

Otherwise how else would you define the act

Of someone working tirelessly to pull you in

And when it becomes all too real,

They let you go.

 

“Why?” you ask them, and rightly so,

You seek answers. You seek closure.

Here’s your closure:

“I was curious”

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: AngelGanev 

 

I don’t believe in good or bad endings. I believe in endings.

It’s easier to move on from anyone when you don’t take yourself or life too seriously. Closure is a luxury. Sometimes you don’t get it. The universe is full of questions, and we won’t get answers to all of them. I won’t let that curiosity control me; after all, I don’t believe in ideal narratives. I’ll take what I’m given and work with that instead.

 

 

Blog Recommendations (Feb 2020)

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The list I had in mind for today was actually much longer, but I decided to cut it down so I’d be able to recommend blogs slowly over time. I figured having over 20 blog recommendations in one post would under-state the talent on display here. So over the coming months, I’ll occasionally post blog recommendations like this. With that said if you don’t see your name here it doesn’t mean I think less of your work, in fact, you may be on the coming lists. Lord knows cutting down this list was not easy.

Here is a list of the first five blogs I recommend you check out:

Anne Leunne

Paula Light

Enigma

Tara Caribou

Paul Sunstone

 

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Anne Leunne “The world is best viewed through the ears of a horse”

I’ll admit. I never knew much about horses until I came across Anne’s blog. She depicts her adventures with Biasini (who I’m also a fan of) with such vivid detail I feel never miss any of it 🙂 . I haven’t even mentioned the amazing pictures she has on her blog; some of the most immersive shots to accompany some of the best posts I’ve seen on WordPress.

Anne has a series running. Rather, Biasini has a series running called “Biasini Speaks” where he speaks to the readers. Certainly one of my faves, check it out 😀 .

 

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Paula Light “Creating order out of chaos and vice versa”

Paula is a free spirit and I love how often she surprises me with the things she writes. Paula is definitely one of the most versatile bloggers I know, she’s also very consistent with her posts.

I admire the wide range of topics she tackles on her blog with an uncompromising IDGAF attitude. Check out her series “The Monday Peeve” it’s one of my favourites.

Note: She has published a new book called “Switching positions” on kindle books. I for one am interested in seeing what it’s about.

 

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Enigma “Fire in your veins, magic in your bones, allow yourself to heal and learn to embrace your uniqueness to find a way out of this labyrinth”

Enigma, The poetess with an otherworldly surgical precision in the use of words. To be honest, there’s not much I could really say here that I haven’t already said to her a thousand times lol. Her talent with poetry can be seen and felt with each written piece. Enigma does not just write poetry, she moulds it from the ground up. Rarely do I see such meticulously designed lines and relentless investment in the art. She takes the time to make every word deliberate and that’s something I find special and truly inspiring.

Check out some of my favourite poems from her blog: 

With love from your soul

Metaphors and Paradoxes

 

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Tara Caribou“Spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow”

Tara expresses herself so vividly through her poetry. In fact, I feel like separating the two would be inaccurate on my part. Within her is the spirit of a fighter, a passion that burns so brightly. I come across a lot of poets that write great poetry, but rarely do I see poets that have their words weaved so intricately into the very fabric of their being.

Tara’s talents stretch beyond poetry though as she occasionally shows her skill with photography. I love the black and white aesthetic she has on them (perhaps it’s a heavy bias on my part because I happen to love well-framed black and white shots)

 

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Paul Sunstone “A blog dedicated to the joy and adventure of thinking and often spiced with humour)”

Paul is like that secret you find whilst wandering the woods of a fantasy setting. It’s a secret that leads to a world beyond imagining, a secret you are tempted to keep to yourself and not share afraid it will be tainted by the worst parts of humanity.

What I admire about Paul is that he is a firm believer of authenticity. And once I saw and felt that through his writing I knew we would get along. Also, I love his sense of humour lol

Paul dabbles in a wide range of topics, highly unpredictable and that’s my favourite part. You never really know what he’ll post next but you know it’s going to be special. There’s wisdom and plenty to learn from Paul’s blog 🙂 .

Also, check out his debut book Sunburst woman which came out recently! Excited to check it out 😀

 

I hope you check them all out 🙂

 

– O.D. ©2020

Ridiculousiology (1)

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No, I don’t think I know everything

But your reckless assumption does make one thing clear.

That I know enough

To make you think I know everything.

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: snatti89

 

… And supposing I entertain when people take their misunderstandings of me as fact. What then? Nothing. That’s what. I liken it to watching filler episodes.

Same reason I don’t take time to dispute false assumptions. I gain nothing out of it.

You think I’m cocky? Okay, great. Now let’s talk about what actually matters. Whether you’ll stop wasting time looking at me and live your own life.

As amusing as your little display is, I can’t live life for the both of us.

 

Absent.

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Dear stranger,

Your opinion of me

Is about as misplaced

As the. Dot

In this sentence

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: Aenami

 

 

 

LIVE.

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Time, to you, can be viewed as a straight line

Somehow going somewhere.

Relish in my way of thought for a bit

And you will perchance see how I visualize it.

Time, to me, is a complex knot

Entangled, never moving;

Stuck in the same spot.

 

What you’ve concluded as the passage of time

Is instead, a single moment.

A single moment that has stayed the same with no change.

There has never been a then, just a now.

The futility of my curiosity towards what comes next

Has only been rewarded by my newfound ability

To suppress unchecked inquisitiveness.

 

You speak highly about a life long-lived

Based on a metric dictated 

By a terrestrial unit of measurement.

It takes the lifespan of a mayfly

To give you much-needed perspective.

You only think you live long

Because the world is full of things that die faster.

 

It’s just like me, isn’t it?

To break everything down to its fundamentals.

I wish my way of thinking could be described as a gimmick;

That would most certainly help your psycho-analysis.

But go ahead and ask me, the answer is always a constant

Days? Months? Weeks? Apart from herding everyone in mutual directions

All mean nothing to me.

 

Day and night? Right. It’s a relay

And Earth’s residents are simply taking turns with the sun.

You can ritualize the process of the earth moving on an invisible rotisserie

For as long as you please, but to then expect me

To give it nearly as much weight as you do?

Well, you’re the one who’s always going on about fate

Would it be too much to ask if I leave that part to you?

 

– O.D. ©2020

 

Art by: kevron2001

 

 

 

 

Warped.

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You can gaze into the mirror for as long as you please

Cultivating a deluge of self-love rituals

Revel in how well you tell yourself you’re amazing.

 

But that amounts to nothing

When the moment you cross the periphery of your home

You treat others lesser than trash;

… Lesser than you.

 

– O.D. ©2019

 

Art by: snatti89