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
Pathing.
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: Gydw1nÂ
Wisp.
Creative (Collaboration)
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,Â
My thoughts and experiences,Â
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: Â Gydw1n
HopePunk ^_^
Part 5 in the unnamed girl series
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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,Â
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.
Part 4 in the unnamed girl series.
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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: AngelGanevÂ
Rings Rhymes With Strings.
Part 3 in the unnamed girl series.Â
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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: AngelGanevÂ
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.
Headlights Kissing A Dead-End.
Ironic, is it not?
That the one who — even for a second —
Believes knows everything.
Knows absolutely nothing.
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: AngelGanevÂ
O.D. 