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Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2024
Or be it so- I was lost in your eyes grand gardens
taking done a couple fieldnotes; be it a couple ideas
of me imagining ourselves as couple of old love notes

Being cherished love letters, timeless and tender
under the glow of city lights, even when your lips
appear slightly troubled, envious of the brilliance that
surrounds you

I’ve come to take note of my love phases, needing to
be rephrased- finding a new means of expressing my
feelings to someone so new in my life

Sweetheart, let your heart be an open book, and I will
be the unique tale that unfolds just for you, revealing
every chapter of my essence.
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2024
Cherry lips- the bite of sweetness in the very kiss
stings at my flustered cheeks; breaking my eyes to
tears, as I shut my eyes. My love, I have no doubt about
the warmth of your touch under my skin—beneath it all lies
a treasure chest, a key to unlock the flood of emotions that
surge like waves crashing around us.

We are ultimately overwhelmed by the layers—
the concern for another’s happiness woven into whispered
prayers; calling out for her soul- I once stood as a warrior,
battling my own feelings. But it gets so hard to contain my eyes
when we’re both naked and alone- a warrior standing in front
of a Medusa who turns me head to hard stone

I feel so ahead of myself- but our faces play no deceit,
in her eyes she’s made me so weak; to treasure every
step she takes walking on my mind- I should kiss her feet;
I should bow to her, showering her with love in every
fleeting moment, crafting a week worth cherishing.

          Ah, the ecstasy of those cherry-kissed lips...


Oh, the sheer joy that washes over me when my lips meet
those delectable cherry-kissed lips are simply enchanting!
It's as if a cascade of emotions erupts like a dazzling display
of fireworks, igniting a flame of passion that flickers at the
corners of my mind, crafting a rich embroidery of sensations
that is both exhilarating and intoxicating.

The sweet taste lingers on my tongue, a delightful reminder
of the magic that unfolds with every tender kiss; a euphoric
daydream that whisks me away to a realm where time ceases
to exist, and the only sound that fills the space is the rhythmic
thrum of my heart, blending seamlessly with the symphony
of longing that envelops us.
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2024
The pulsating rhythm of sound crashes against my ears,
resonating deep within her essence- those shattered fragments
have been mended, creating a sense of wholeness for both of us.
Your soul is a sanctuary where I find my refuge, and through
its window of your gaze, I glimpse the serene blue reminiscent
of a crisp, clear day, washed over by your tears. I slipped through
the fissures of time, where what feels like eternity is merely a
whisper of the long-lost days of our youth.

I extend hope to you, like a dream offered to the weary eyes
of an insomniac; I express my thoughts as gentle lullabies, soothing
enough to lull a multitude of lovers into slumber.

Your boundaries resemble a box filled with crumpled matchsticks,
a tongue parched and coated in the remnants of ash. You’ve yearned
for love, waiting for that first drop, now tasting the last. Yet, you
remain burdened by silence, unable to voice your desires, and sadly
weighed down by those you once held dear.

You've transformed into a fallen star, your essence suspended
like vibrant neon lights. It pains me to realize the depths of feelings
you'll never know— as our spirits linger in a shared dream, each of us
isolated in our own worlds.  All we seek is true Sincerity.
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2024
I am the infinite glass- the fragile barriers closing in;
A weight of the seed nestled deep in the shadows of the earth—
I am the inaugural stone, hurled into the depths;
The one that no one pauses to ponder whether
I will drift or quietly descend

I am the cracked brick, a seemingly trivial fragment
Of a grander edifice; yet, my absence resonates in
The echoes of this structure's eventual collapse
I am the glove worn by a *****,
Shielding an outcast from the harsh gaze of the world
I am the dust that mingles with ashes, lodged in your lungs,
A painful reminder of each breath you take
I am the wandering mirror, capturing and reflecting
Your sorrows back at you.

I am that infinite glass, my hands slipping
Away from my grasp, and in this loss, I struggle to uphold
My spirit through the lens of your experiences, I see the entirety
Of my being reflected back at me- I am that infinite glass.
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2024
You have outgrown a handful of lovers and a multitude of friends—
separating your solid pains from a liquid of your tears;
But you were caught in the strain, for as you grow and change;
those you’ve known will grow away to be a change of friends

Through every fence we ***** between ourselves, some remain
on the side where you cultivate your life, while others are
relegated to the opposite side, merely spectators from afar

Maturity is a bittersweet taste:
the sweetness of realizing your growth,
akin to savouring a fine wine, - contrasted by the bitterness
of knowing you will part ways with a few friends
Cos as you feel alone; you’re not the only one in this
world to find growth
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2024
Mix a bit of dye inside your tired tears- perhaps you want
to dye that colour of the ugly world you see; doesn’t fear grip
my hands, their surfaces fragrant with the scent of decaying leaves;
Shape me into the very skins trampled beneath an indifferent
pair of feet  

If only I could be a speck of dust—  
oh, that fleeting taste of recognition; to possess a name
held in high esteem—suffering. Or perhaps it’s merely a mark,
like a hidden dialect I whisper to myself when no one is around.  

I exist like the foliage of a tree, leaves drifting around us,
crushed and scattered; observing them through the window.  
But who, in truth, is observing us?
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2024
To bury a charm within this grass;
Let it stretch out my reach by a third of an arm-
I've been a love dealer, I was a third wheeler;
I was a candle maker, before the candle holder
Drifting in the breeze like a forlorn leaf
From a withered flower...

So cover my face in dirt,
To bury myself beneath the charm that does
The heavy lifting- love is so unforgiving; pulls me
Back further away- it's so **** receding, yet my longing
Only grows stronger; but I sound needy even
When I'm pleading; still my heart is bleeding

Still a man now, but also just a hopeless creature
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