Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
You left marks... On me and my skin, Are they through love. The boarder is too thin... You bruised my personality, And the effect shines on through. These purple patches on my skin...
"Sorry" I said to them. As more squeezed into the tight space. "I'd rather not join you in your box, I like having space to move around" They chorused back, insults. "Nope, me.
And when they fall, they shatter, They scatter among the winds. Like pins of diamonds and dust. We rust with our broken dreams. ©Odd 14/3/13.
Little paper moon, How I can hold you in my hand... How I can move you all around... Change the waves and the sand. Larger little Earth, As pretty as can be... Warm, but yet...so cold...
.9. Dora resisted the urge to run up the drive way... Well at least until the bus was gone. Daniel had agreed to pick her up at the gates, partly for her sake, but mostly for his own.
So, here it comes, Another day, another death. I feel myself falling, There's only maturity left. It's not something that I asked for, It was never even planned, I've been this way for ever.
.8. Dora shot him a look, hoping that her blush would stay hidden, only known to the darkness beneath the stairs. "You say that as if you're the first person to think if it." She whispered to him.
.7. "Penny!" A harsh voice behind her yelled, as if trying to catch her off guard.
.6. Dora felt it the next morning. The late night, the theatre, the dirty death money going into her savings account. She felt it in the morning alarm.
.5. "Surely a white van would have been more inconspicuous." Dora moaned. She didn't appreciate the twenty minute walk to the site of disposal.
.4. She sat in the back between her two older brothers, both wearing the track suit get up that she was. Sighing Dora turned to the 28 year old sat in the front.
.3. Entering the large office she felt her mood change.
.2. Dora had hated the fact that the bus stopped right outside of her house. The long winding gravel drive wasn't really long enough.
.1. The Penny family had always had rumours about them within the local town.
I'll call for you for days, But then I'll morn your loss. Then begins new hope... Regenerated, like the cross. You'll come back to us, If only for a little while. You are our true saviour. Weekend.
It started as snow But turned into rain Falling forever No melt quite the same. Dancing in the sky But tumbling to the ground Frozen,now thawed It made a wet sound. Dropping, so delicately...
I've been climbing for a while Hoping to reach the top Although your bark bites my fingers I can't take a rest or stop. For you're my entire world, Beautiful... To say the least.
My heart is shaking. My body is aching. I'm yours for the taking. I'm ready for love making. But then, when waking, I find you was faking. You have been found forsaking... My heart is now breaking.
Nothing's worth more than three... to me. Take what you want... But you'll still see. That what I'm left with is still three... Impossible. Love is. Just let it be. ©Odd 17/02/13.
Like little long fields of mist, I wish to touch you with my wisps. Surround your mind, your body and you soul, With my desires, energy and my all. I'd be your air, in every breath.
Everyone in life is born with a spoon. Some are shiny and precious, Others rusty with doom. Some are made of silver, Which more than often the "best".
Is it silly that it scares me. Knowing you can watch my every move. Is it silly that it worries me. Knowing what you can do... There's only so long I can pretend... Only so long I can ignore...
Her legs lightly tapped her floor. Counting each step... Each breath. Had she been spotted. She'd never blend against the great white that surrounded her, And ironically if she had been spotted...
You crushed me like the wings of a butterfly, Now I can't move, but I can cry... You keep me trapped here and I left to wonder why... Why you crushed my wings, like I a butterflies. ©Odd.
Maja didn't want to wake up. She didn't want to know if it wasn't Richie. She didn't want to know... Pulling herself from her bed, she stalked out into the living area.
Sat around on the sofa the four of them discussed the coming days next few events.
She laid on the soft black sheets and duvet of her double bed and stretched.
The small cylinder lift whizzed past the deck numbers, become slower, and finally halting on her deck. Stepping out into the cool, pure area, Maja inhaled. It smelt like home.
The glass stairs had dropped her into the airy foyer which was large enough to host the walking and cycling movement of 100,000 people, but it was only five o'clock, and having learnt from past...
Maja laid back on the soft green grass, fingering the blades and picking them, before sprinkling them around. She loved the long summer days they spent around the equator.
Well... It's time to shed this head, and go to bed. Tomorrows a new day, with many thoughts to in a "egg like way" lay. Toodles and all that. ©Odd.
Weak at the knees. Pfft, you're in love. Please. You wouldn't know the meaning of love, It's not all cherubs and angels from above. It's about compromise and sharing, and agreeing on what's best.
What do people prefer... Sci-fi Or Fantasy When it comes to reading books?.
In that box of 21 and 30, A lot can be done, more... And then some. A play might be written A master piece might be planned A artist might create Or a farmer could by land.
Caught on the wing of a butterfly. I can't help but watch the world go by. And as I look up at the dreamy sky, I think of how lucky, and wonder why. What is my purpose on earth, here.
Whispering sweet wordlings, Surrendering to hushed sounds. Succumbing to be sung lullabies, To sweet and sleepily crowns. ©Odd 08/01/13.
Are you a metrophobic. I thought I was once. The laughter, and shame... My answers... I was a dunce. I hated English literature Surely not all poets did the same...
The taste of disappointment Such a bitter taste indeed. It's one that I grew up on One that was in my feed. The horrid taste of it Haunts my very buds. If only I had hope...
I've been walking for a while, Around this mind of mine. Through some hedge mazes And though the dark alley lines. That's where it's at it's worst. The darkest and ugly scenes.
My childhood was different. Not like the children of today. We used to run around outside, Catching the sun rays. I used to go around with cousins at the abattoir.
You gave to me a 'world'. But it didn't matter, I didn't care. I would have accepted just a kiss, But you didn't stop there. So I took your little 'world', And kept it from all harm.
You're my little bit of fiction, Keeping my feet just above ground. My little piece of unreal, I'm lyrics and you're my sound. But that's just it, you're fiction. A mere scene within my head.
Helpful note to modern life . 1 . Only on the Internet is it ok to follow people, repeat people and annoyingly poke them at ridiculous times.
So it's you behind that smoke. You're the one that caused the fire. You lit up my heart, You've made it love and desire. But you hid yourself away... To ashamed of what you created. It's fine. No.
These lungs they ache for air, Like my heart hurts for care. But I know that you're out there... It's just finding where. My feet will keep on walking my mouth hopes and keeps on talking.
Fireworks blare, But me, I don't care. All that matters is all around. In my families hearts they can be found.
When life makes you fall... Makes you break. Don't think of it as losing Just the steps to rebuilt strong enough for life not to take. ©Odd 31/12/12.
It's a crystal like feeling Of pure emptiness. Hollow on the inside, There is nothing to be caressed. It means nothing at all really. It's just like being glass.
Nose pressed to the cold glass Can this be real... This can't last?. I'm losing you, my best friend. We can try to ignore it, try to pretend. But I'm on one side, and your on the other.
T'was the night before Christmas When all through the house. Heavy breathing and snoring, Woke a little mouse. Rubbing his nose, And twitching his ears, He exited his hole As to help him hear.
Because there ain't no rest for the wicked Money doesn't grow on trees. I've insurance to pay, I've got fish to feed, And no time off... For Christmas Eve.
The big day is almost here. The man in red is coming. So open the finial doors on your calendar, And to jingle bells get a'humming.
I wanted to change my spots, So I went out and discovered away. Surgery to change my appearance. I booked it, my secret day. Forever it seemed I was single, My looks never good enough.
#nightdwellers I remember watching from afar, Mesmerised by the way... The man in red scarf moved, invisible, till darkness hid day.
I'm not good enough, again. At least you had the courage to say. I suppose you're better than the others. To leave it just this way. No, go on, just go. It doesn't matter, my tears.
I'm the cause of the mists, I'm the cause of that steam. I'm the cause of those waves, That disrupt and cloud your dreams.
When did you start wearing ear plugs, To all the words I say. Was it months ago. Mere hours, or long days. Did I really start to bore you. Or did you just forget to care. It's too late.
Remember to hold on to what you have... Because you never know when it might leave..
Beneath the leather of these shoes, Lays the feet that will walk my road. The the legs above will follow, As my feet below will goad. And above those fateful legs, Is a even more pulling heart.
I'll close my eyes and wish I was gone. Not gone forever, that would be wrong. Just for a week, to have a short break. Much more of this living I cannot take.
Looking forward to waking up on the 22nd of December... .
I fell in love with a promiscuous piper. Playing melodies just for my heart. With his whistles he hypnotised me... From his music I never wanted to part.
Now it's time to fall... Now it's time to dream. See you on the other side, If I don't wake you with a scream. ©Odd 15/12/12.
I wish life could remain just a mystery. Not planned out to become just history. When did the time of the unknown become old. To remain in books with pages to unfold. Where did all of that magic go.
My bells are no longer ringing, They only mock me with their sound. These silk suits are no longer shinning, Tattered, they drag on the ground.
If you ever wish to find me, Just look with your dreams. I'll be hiding in their shadows, Sewing up their seams. And once I have you sealed. Sitched up, without escape.
When nothing's yet been committed, distance doesn't make the heart grow fonder... It just makes it look else where..
I wrote you a poem, Though your eyes will never see, Your ears will never hear it, And your mind is care free. But I just wanted to say it, So that you can't say that I did not.
I'm a genetic train wreck, Come and take a ride with me. I'll show you the other side Of health and what could be. I'll share with you my problems, And you'll give me sympathy.
My eyes are leaking ink. Writing the words I wish to say. My mouth releases the sounds. Incoherent in they're way. My mind tries to communicate, But meaning won't fight through.
The wind has lost his wife, And so with winter comes his woe. His summer breeze has gone, bypassed, Billowing, bereaved, he blows. His howls cause deathly hanging. Autumnal hints he has to take.
I watched the fairy lights dance. Twinkling with such a delight. How I longed to be among them, And romanced in the moon light. Dancing among their blinks And kissing in their small shines.
Here's something for you, Because you've never read my ink. I know you've never asked... But I hope it'll make you think. I know it's not your kind of thing. But I'd appreciate it if you'd pretend.
Some times I wonder what I am worth... In terms of money, in terms of birth. But most of the time it's the not nice... What would someone sacrifice. Am I worth money, pennies and pounds.
The devils sugar is sweeter than most. He'll invite you to tea just so he can boast. His tea is the best, heavenly, angel, ghost. His scones slightly buttered, his crumpets, his toast.
I hate Mondays, I hate Tuesdays. I hate Wednesdays too. I hate Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. But at least I have the evenings with you. Sundays the day we can have together.
I'm the knowing eyes you look into, Your fears are relived. I watch you with the fear you look at me. Replaying to you all you did.
You're my crushed hopes in a living person So physical yet so mental too What did I do... To deserve you. My one and only living nightmare..
Have all my words been written. It feels like there's so much unsaid. But true enough they must be... For they no longer flow to my head.
A little of what you like does you good... Or at least they say that it stood. But what if what like, isn't good at all. What are you then really. I suppose you're just a fool.
When we first met it was in school. We hung out in the same group, neither of us were cool. Admittedly the group was largely male. Only six of the twenty, were female.
Behind this glass I watch, I see you count out your coins Emptying one days worth of your coffers, To my life times they'll be joined. You weigh it out into smaller piles.
My heart is aching for you. I don't know where you are, I don't know what to do. I just want you, need you here. To hold you close to my heart. I just need you near... ©Odd 19/10/2012.
I've walked with death, I've walked in life, I've written fiction, I've become inks wife. Tell me your tales Tell me your dreams Let me make them immortal Let me stitch up those seams.
You're all I hear, You're like radio waves. Playing in my ear, And in my brainwaves. You're all I think about, You're the only sound that's clear. Not a whisper, but a shout. You're all I hold dear.
You've got me hanging on your every word, You're my world, it sounds absurd... But I'm you're moon, and without you I'd sink. Become pointless, just hanging, on no ones brink.
I dropped a link in my chain, One of the most important of all. The one that gave me freedom. The one that meant my happiness wouldn't fall. But that link had to go. So my chain could be split.
You may only be a drop in our Opuss inkwell ocean... But that doesn't matter, what matters is if you make a splash or a tidal wave..
Plummet to the earth, Passed the stars and the night. Fall through the clouds Through the rain and the light. Drop to the world To the living and the green.
I guess that's a lot of posts... Bored yet?.
My hope is held in your palm, Please don't crush it... Or do it harm. Just keep it safe until it fizzles out, When its dashed with responsibility and self doubt.
Hushed to sleep Your touch, my lullabies... Your warmth almost stops My wrenching hearts cries. So stay with me will you.
I can see you shooting stars Bow and arrow in your hand, Taking aim and then... Fire. Trying to make them dreams land. Then one day one strikes, And it'll pull you among the elite.
And there I hung from this frozen star, Dangling, watching from afar. Cooling my feelings, becoming a flake, No more of this watching I could take.
In the cold light of day Are you still the same. You wear a clean grey suit And have a different name. But then evening comes And you're mine once more. There's a side to you I never understand...
Inky stars blot the page, Casting a worldly feel. The words that are scrawled upon its paleness, Turn the fiction into something real. With every passing second, more moments are added.
So guys, there was a few amazing entries, and thank you all those that tried and took part. But the winner is @sjw with her poem... Snotty and I know it... Congrats, next phrase is yours to choose.☺.
Found myself a little full time job... I start Monday. Monday is the day my writing takes a nose dive. To a extent I'm happy. To another... I'm slightly saddened.
Lets keep things interesting... I'm thinking about a #phrase competition. The aim of the game is to write a poem containing a classic phrase, chosen by the previous winner.
The darkness seeps into my skin, Causing nervous havoc within. Is that foot steps I hear behind me. The cloudy night sky, hides, as I turn and see. Running a few steps, and in the shadows I fold.