Odd Odyssey Poet

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

Feels like a Friday in between the sheets
catch a thrill with a dose of sleeping pills;
I took too much that it was all a dream
And I'd be so annoyed if you ever called me boo,
I'd ghost you in a second, and haunt you with despair,
to feel wet and thirsty as a bottle of water by the side of your bed
As I play unique to love, but true love is quite rare!

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

Vague

I

The enraged beast; a cutting tongue
to every word that she spoke
Drawing all of those shadows that you
make, with a pencil that was so blunt
She'll cry a river of crocodile tears,
with emotions left behind, as she puts up a front

II

Send shots to the skin,
bullets for eyes, and words of it's smoke
To the smile of death, heard by that
phone call. -I have enough senses towards violence

III

Oh I'm leaving-
now to that place far away to love
And it's tears that taste of gold
...sigh, once previous memories!

IV

A soul so *****, so close to the end of day,
I scrub, I scrub, and scrub again until I
can see how it was on the very first day
Knots tied in dust, and a stench unlike
no other, walked all over by the end of day
That's both of us; really just the same,
how I often feel like my pair of shoes at
the end of every single day

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

Daily Love playlist

Flip me over as a cassette tape,
I'm on the side of A but I'm thinking of a plan B
Could be me just trying to skip through tracks,
of that train of thought you had for me this week
But I'm a bit too weak to say how I really feel in vein;
you had left a few marks under my skin
-that was Monday

I'll give a little input for the sound of your output,
an old kind of love putting a tip into a port
I'm the earphones to the sound of your ecstasy,
a little tune to sync to the lyrics of love in a few words
A key to unlock it all, takes a little time knowing each other;
and playing all of those right chords
-that was Tuesday

Spinning your head over a disc changer in my car,
"who even still has those kind of things"
Those kind of things to drive away as far as you want,
and the best kind of songs to play for your heart
The sounds of love, roaming around in a perfect nowhere,
grabbing your hand to take us right there
that was Wednesday

Let's record the best experiences, to make even better experiences,
pressing into the next day; play it out with the volume up
And I bet the back button broke when we feel like
we're too far to go back- so why should we even stop
that was a short Thursday

But I'm always a bit free to mix things up,
mixtapes sitting on my side table
Some compilations of each other's favourite pieces,
I was too busy to hear a word you said, while I listening
to all of our kisses
okay, that was a freaky Friday

Trying to match a beat with love,
I remember when your eyes caught me in a trap- a snare
And my heart was making a loud noise to a rhythm of a drum,
bells to the ringing desire I had **** on my skin
Trading old skins for new ones;
I was left battered but still hadn't had enough
now that was a shell of a Saturday

And it's by this end, I end up feeling like a week was too short,
but it was a whole week of events made into a day
Sunday, Sunday, it had to be a Sunday to remind me
of how this tune will soon play again

What's your favourite day of the week

#poerty #music #instruments #playlist #love

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

I hate Mondays

I feel like a message I need to delete,
backspaces; wishing I could go back
Idling inside of my own head, before I start today

Sitting in the absence of a mind;
-a present state in all of it's empty rooms,
Empty thoughts of wasting time,
I'm lingering, having conversations with myself;
and its all sort of rude

Time starts to feel wet,
slipping through my fingertips
Days feeling like I'm waking up from a coffin,
dusting myself of yesterday's work and filth
A wet blanket trying to keep a warm conversation going;
still a bit thankful of where I'm going isn't leading me into nowhere
Planting an electric fence around my heart,
a warning sign in bold, "you wouldn't want to play here"

Eyes start to feel like a shade of curtains;
-their runners are bit too tired to chase the day ahead
An early morning fire with a lot of black smoke,
it's that grind of life; bitter sweet like a cup of coffee down a throat
Call me out as an exhaust of an old model Ford- exhausted
as today gave me a few mustang kisses, running horses to be
stable; I was unable to able, while my able was able to unable

....it's 5 o' clock, Monday morning. Crap!

The biggest mistake to make,
is waking up and looking at your phone
And you see how much time you have left of sleep
to cover, before the alarm rings

#mondays #annoyed #thoughts #life #morning

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

All the wants over a need

Could we make love in front of a mirror,
reflecting on what we've done,
And maybe start to see things a little clearer
I know it feels odd, but you're worth it baby,
and I know I'm just searching for love,
as you've been searching for a purpose lately
I want to be a comforting rest to all of your dark thoughts,
asking you to make me your personal pillow
As it's been a long day; so why don't take that
weight off your shoulders,
and I'll take it all, exercising myself to take all of your kilos

I want to blow some options, in the shade of your love,
rustle up all of your feelings blowing likes the leaves,
Then after take a bite of your fruit, and tell you it's not enough,
cut you down, so I can build you up as I see
Unbutton your chest, and dive afterwards into your sea,
and let me swim long strokes as much as I please

I want to wrap you up as a coat to set you a blaze with my touch,
whispers those personal secrets I fear you may not believe,
Make myself your personal seat, till I can barely breathe,
scraping a little fibre off my tongue with a taste of my skin
I want to be your personal heater, keeping you warm at heart,
as I slowly put myself in

I want to be your water gun, to play with a quick trigger,
an itchy trigger finger- to shoot a few shots for a thrill
I want you to call me, "mine," to go a little deeper and be
a personal digger

I want the mattress to tell a tale, that these walls can't deny,
from all day chasing tail, I must be in time to chase you
from behind
I want to be the face to your canyon; to rock your world
to do something I've never done before, that makes me feel like I lost all of my morals
To lick every drop of your dripping cream like an ice cream cone,
to have a scent of you leading me all of the way,
A man the world calls a dog, and an animal who has a hint of you
stuck on his nose

I want your model bottle shape, to drink to the bottom,
train my actions into giving you a regular rhythm
Especially when all of my inners are constantly throbbing,
seeing all of the green flags inside of your passionate eyes
As what's any reason to have of me ever stopping

I need you here tonight, by wanting what you're also wanting,
putting all of the work when you choose to join me with your company.

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

Stuck sights

Stuck to your rear,
enjoying a ride- I'm a bumper sticker

Sorry I can't think of a better pickup line,
you should know I'm not so good at thinking straight
whenever you're around

Pardon my misdemeanor,
I've made a few crimes for love; a few wrongdoings,
but I promise when you're not around, I'm still thinking
out loud to keep you in my view

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

Ray of light

Aren't you so pretty; a pretty little face
Lights under the umbrella,
In a song we sing together, setting blaze
Under other people's shade,
A kiss to cover up your face-
Sun kissed by those rays

You have such a pretty smile!