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Oct 2023 · 75
Heathen's prayer
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
Church bell ears;
I've heard the holy ring of an unwritten hymn in a minor key
Their piercing eyes, are bites of bullets, all pointed guns
as hands;  pointing out my immoral acts; three shots back
at them and one pointing up to discredit a God

A wrinkled heart,
by the irony of a preach; a church's lancet window,
Stained in sin of an unwritten scripture, and a scripted faith
On top of an unholy pedestal, all ready to cast their first stone,
alongside their own boulders of sin

Oh Lord, even if I don't believe in a God,
I'd believe in a better place than here
So my only prayer is being seen by your eyes,
as one saved from the desiring eye of the world


                                                   Amen.
Oct 2023 · 75
Key to the darkness
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
There's a quiet night of crickets,
echoing in the applauds of the handover of sun to moon
A mystic smell of dew, and a due of rest,
I've locked my eyes into a dream, listening to the
ticking wood of an old kitchen door,
It slowly creaks open, and closes rust on their iron hinges
as I'm hinged in thoughts; attached by my many fears,
and the darkness forms a latch,

               -And it's night becomes it's key
                 that unlocks my inner demons poetry
Oct 2023 · 102
2pm at Callies
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
I like what I see, but if I approach you
please don't cause a scene,
I might not fair well if your glare is too mean,
so please be polite if you know what I mean

Let me start off by saying,
"I've got something in my pants to unlock
a bit of excitement, and drive you insane"
Just give me a second, because I'm a bit tipsy and I've
lost my car keys inside of my pockets, of these Levy jeans
And it's a bit taxing trying to be charming, and I can't
always afford that kind of levy,

My lungs at this point of time are quite heavy,
the brain, quite empty; so please excuse me if I think too ahead,
about me filling you up with your head instead
It took a lot of confidence for me to approach
you like this, and I skipped a couple of stairs
Your friends were giving me some intimidating stares,
and I'm just trying to be intimate with, and show you
some care, like nobody else cares

I hope you notice that I'm innovative, and trying
to be a love doctor, with my skills of patience
That line must make me sound so inventive,
and may cause your heart a bit of disorder, but I'm
good at making an intervention

I love how I'm speaking all of these bars
while we're chilling at the bar, but probably for you,
you're only hearing, "blah, blah, blah, blah and blah"
Oct 2023 · 73
Petite Poet
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
I reserve my freedom to be free,
but I don't talk enough to earn freedom of speech
I'm just a piece of peace, and the resounding sound of silence
spelling out my thoughts in cursive; who could read my mind
But just a person more of an open book with charming words,
as I sliced my throat to be cutthroat at most
In those days I used to pray more often when I was sixteen,
still feeling like a preteen; thinning out himself to fit in with others
—I was always petite
Oct 2023 · 82
A forgettable poem
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
Blowing gas,
the smoke of hell rests itself inside of my lungs
There's ash in my eyes, slowly turning into dust
my body is made of rust, from the metal making up my cold heart
As the saltiness I have for love, comes from chasing after someone,
and being so worked up by the sweat on my brow
By the touch of such a touchy subject; I still feel nothing,
but just this feeling of feeling so numb
My voice goes as deep as the pools of swimming thoughts,
and I'm not feeling shy to drink a bit of chlorine
I see everything so clear, clear as the substance in my bottle,
as with a free spirit, I'm not too shy to shoot a shot
And let me mix the odds with a bit Oz,
in my adventurous tendencies, clicking my glasses
to feel like there's no better place like home
But I'm at home, drinking alone, and writing out forgettable poems

      ..Penning out random thoughts,
           my metal health is only a mental note
Oct 2023 · 63
No title
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
A relationship so hard
to cut off, ironically for
what it actually is:
a man and his usual barber
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
So, so many things I could say,
"I love you," "I need you," "I miss you," etc.
But the response is like a lot of messages
-unread, blocked, archived, and forgotten
So it all remains in my head; a better off place said
Oct 2023 · 1.4k
My little piggy
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
Stand with me on ten toes
a little piggy that markets a bit of love
And I know we'd kick  it better at home,
while I roast your friends every time we meet,
always having beef with them all
The don't know you truly for yourself,
quite frankly you're better off with none
Still you and I make a perfect we, we can feast like
a little piggy on sweet nothing's, when we're home alone

                    I guess we're still a bit like kids, in love.
Would you like me to write more pieces like this?
Oct 2023 · 987
Just another guy
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
"It's just another guy"
so you say; still you're spoken for
But who's to say a guy won't at least try

"It's just another guy"
so you say, that cracks you up by
a glass of fragile jokes cutting me by your response,
We'd both be jealous of the other making you smile

"It's just another guy"
so you say, when he licks his lips
Lubricating his lies, like I did to convince you
I wasn't jealous,- you still noticed something was amiss

"It's just another guy"
so you say, as you pretend to be friends
It all starts like that, a friendly compliment here
and there, the same way I said it when we started as friends

"It's just another guy"
so you say, till I also become just another guy
I'm told I'm overdramatic, in over my head,
but when you fall in love with someone else
Would you ask him or me why

"It's just another guy"
so you say, and I'm just a dog acting ******
Still a dog marks his territory, and if I marked
you with my heart; I did so with aim, to not miss
on making you my Miss

"It's just another guy"
so you say, but you can still treat a day like ****
Wasting your time talking about him,
as I fake a ****** smile that makes me feel like ****

The truth is,
I was once just another guy that stole
you first, from just another guy
And karma is a mistress that works in a cycle,
and I'm forced to comply to her this second time
Oct 2023 · 91
Party in my head
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
There's a party I'd like for you all to attend,
partly- to spill yourself over; it's all in my head
And I'm so in over my head, like the thoughts
of getting to the top, with a sprinkle of fame
A bit of extra money toppings, and not being deserted
once they forget your name

Fill up a couple of balloons with oxygen to speak your dreams,
out of breath by the tenth one; saying things in haste
Everything blows away in the wind,
when you eventually lose all of your breath
I could be a bit depressed, but I'll move on from the feeling,
so anyways  I do digress...

Pour out a line of drinks in that chlorine smell,
compare them to the pools of tears I drowned myself in
I had a stroke of ideas, with the chest to commit to them all,
a bit of breaststroke, and I'm still learning how to swim

There's a couple of snacks and snakes,
one to bite into and to bite back
Have a bit of a hiss after every person you kiss,
tell a sweet lie in between pretty lips
And tell them you had a good time, with a bit
of awkward thanks

Play some music, and tune into your negative emotions,
motivate yourself with someone else's motivating quotes
And to quote, "Just one small positive thought
in the morning can change your whole day.”- Dalai lama
I wonder what thought of quote I have at night,
once it's the end of that day

It's always so loud,
especially it all being a party in my head!
Oct 2023 · 1.0k
Stolen
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
Call you as a day,
The sun moves so far away
But your smile,
Invades through the clouds
Your ray of light;
So beautiful- it feels criminal
I guess you stole my heart
I hope the poetry doesn't go stale
When I one day fall in love
Putting my heart on sale,
Don't buy into me being this creative,
When I'm lost for words, lost in love
Oct 2023 · 59
Balless
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
To say it's all mine in a field of past dreams,
it often turns into minefields
I'm so mindful of abrupt explosives thoughts;
in the silent words, and all of my feels
I put a chest to where there's a heart;
still beating myself over a past life
With a the ball in my court; I threw it
around just to pass time
- life's a game, that only the brave can freely play
and I don't have the ***** to do the same today
Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023
I seen a picture of you from the sides,
and got lost in your sideview
I put my thoughts to rest, each time
we're running into that room
And I flip you over to another chapter
of your body's next page
So lets have a bit of these sides from the
ashes of past days; put it all in that ashtray....
I've given you the start,
now continue the story
And lets portray what's all in our heart
Sep 2023 · 299
Bad mood
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
Incidents; I could of made a meal out
of myself, with the incidentals
I'm so usually full of myself,
so credit me for being prideful with proud credentials
And tell me what you care about most,
but please forgive me for saying, "yeah whatever"
So we can go make a bet on ourselves, but I'm
always betting on this time not fairing any better
Screaming at the walls so much, that a doctor is
rushing for a cure; but one of us is losing a reason to be patient

Bad mood 1

I stubbed my toe, but was too stubborn
to acknowledge any of the pain
And after I bit my inner cheek at supper,
I went to bed extra cheeky today
My vape ran out of steam, and I started to
evaporate from the crave,- I felt a bit like vapour to date
And there's a piece of bone stuck in my tooth,
now I've got a bone to pick with anything coming my way

Bad mood 2

I spilled my last sip under my bed,
great, no my unrest comes from down under
Chucking blundstones to your ankle length,
but it all ends with me admitting to another blunder
I'm not feeling so bright today; still I have faith in
the next day's sunlight- I hope we can warm up each other


Bad mood 3

Today I barked up the wrong tree,
and somebody got really *******
The week was a bit too hard to handle,
like a ******* girl by a ***** so soft
As I was trying to enter a course, like a game of life
playing a bit of golf; ***** deep in work, that ******* me off
I turned on a friendly smile I keep in my left pocket,
for the right of someone to be allowed to be angry
at me, as a one-off

                     I guess my mood from this piece is a bit off.
I don't know,
I just hope you caught onto the wordplay:
I'm just fishing for attention as before
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
Don't sell yourself short,
child the world is too tall
Trying to reach to the top;
you must invest in a stool
Grab what you need at that top shelf,
quickly, quickly before they make you fall

Don't sell yourself short,
child your soul is too tall
It's easy to sell out, but not to buy
into those worth while dreams
What sells the self is a sellout,
and I wouldn't want you to lose it all

Chuckles
          Ironically, I'm sold by that advise.
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
Heirlooms, heirlooms drawing me
back into memories
I stored my heart in them, tucked away
in that bedside drawer
And like the rest; I've fallen asleep on
their comforting dreams
Growing up, as they've grown up to have more
value through these hidden years- a beautiful investment

So, know that I'll never forget that first love we
once shared, trapped in my consciousness
I've come to learn, I've learned to share the lessons,
and the lessons have been taught out of love
Safely stored in the drawers of consciousness,
a well made beautiful investment, I'll always recall
for tomorrows heirlooms
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
Give me a title,
and I'll write something for you

Sep 2023 · 53
A poor wreck in love
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
And I can't afford any of the love;
Still without paying much attention
Asking if I'd waste any of my time
Not thinking about you
I must of been dreaming on some sold
Out dreams; dreams I could never afford
But I'm enjoying the feeling
Of buying into your conversation,
Still you should know that, I'll always be at a loss for words
Sep 2023 · 70
Space
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
I'm stuck in between the space
Of her eyes; two of the prettiest stars
Should I make a wish,
Wishing, wishing for more than
I already have

I close my eyes with a sigh,
"Please, please don't let her-, (who was my galaxy)
Ask for a bit of space"
Sep 2023 · 48
Typo
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
A message typo,
angle, instead of angel
Intrusive thoughts, intrusive thoughts
saying, "I love to see you from the side,
for all of your curves"
Sep 2023 · 855
No title
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
I should paint you like my shadow,
A lot of the black ink ran out of my pen
You reflect all of my dark smile's intentions,
Not to mention, I could dream of you
Like I had the control to it all, all in an instant;
-Our love was always lucid
Sep 2023 · 125
Open heart
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
Do as you thrive,
-Oops,
I must of seen the temptation in your eyes,
While catching a bit of summer in your smile
****, never thought it could be much brighter
Inside;- still for a while, I'll give it all a second chance,
Having you for seconds, in time and a meal of love
Still I'll put you first, grinding my gears in my mind
I'm always a better takeoff in second

-Wait, wait,
Don't you ever rush me to say, "I love you"
That's a bit of a touchy subject, for someone who hasn't
Been touched in a while. But it's good of you, to touch
Me on my left side, which is the right side for an honest smile

Honestly,
I'm not looking to be your next guy, the other guy, the new guy,
Or even at least YOUR guy,- just call me a friend, for being perfect
Friends at the start; give me some time to get a little close to you
I'm still opening up my heart
Sep 2023 · 127
Cessation
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
The self delusion, of inclusion
I skip a few steps to a conclusion
Being walked over; what's the conclusion
With just a hint of acceptance,- still a bit clueless
And a bit full of myself, but mostly foolish
Trying to live life twice, with a bucket list full of ice;
There's always that cold stare in my eyes; all jokes aside,
Society is always just a ride, and a few nights before,
I had lost my license for having a drive, still putting
All the many, many leftovers of my mind to the side
An appetite for destruction; a self destructive path,
All walks of life, and a few steps into showing my wrath
Sometimes a bit too dark; forgetting the oil in my lamp
But I get too comfortable in loneliness,- on depression's lap
I sold all of my wounds, but wound up feeling a loss,
At every cost of being too holy, as the holes in old socks
A really stinky attitude, stingy for showing any form of love,
I held on my arm, armed with a crude remark, just for who you are
And like this piece, everything seems to be happening far too long
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For the old me and for us both, it's time to stop!
Sep 2023 · 1.1k
Blurry flowers
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
Cobwebs in my eyes;
how to see the world- old and dusty
My love is bit rusty, to even attempt
to steal a heart- a metal mouth speaking,
I spoke of how it felt to be made of gold,
well at least in the eyes of calling something mine

But yes I dug those many trenches,
and stuck a pole that stood as a reminder to it all
And I eventually gained the skill to write out what's
on my mind in secret- a constant mental note

In a distance so far away from myself,
striking a deal with the covers over my heart
A wet blanket; crying under the fabric
of it, to hide away those many tears from the world
I must have been a rose; well at least once before,
but sometimes the roses are still trying to find themselves,
a meaning, an identity, a cause, and a reason to grow

Tell me if you've ever felt like a beautiful flower,
though none of their eyes seem to see such beauty
In an unclear sight; overlooked by those you love,
                  -a story of all the world' blurry flowers
Sep 2023 · 94
Love feels like a crime
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
I have one last bullet for your name,
and a trigger to inch that nerve for love

A magazine to read that body language,
and way to love you to no end, by that muzzle

A target to shoot my shot, and a license to
**** the time, when we spend it kissing each other

A quick reload on my words, knowing what to
say; those words that turn you on

As you look like a rose, and those roses are stained in red,
by the violence to love each other so true

And I mistook you for a treat, but it was a sweet death
knowing I would **** the whole world, to prove my love to you

                              It's such a tragic crime; -love.
Sep 2023 · 52
Memory cracks
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
-my past is a bit like glass,
there's a few cracks; where
a lot of memories slip through
Sep 2023 · 46
Dammit I love you!
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
Here you are, and there I go,
a cassette of love; sometimes I flip you off
Still on the other side, a lot of anything goes
as an entry by the look of your eyes, right into your soul
Two of which are open doors, as I'm open to being yours

I don't claim to by any kind of superman,
that tends to turn into a superficial kind of love
And that's more of being way too suspicious,
always trying to supersede all that I have above
But I'm not always on top of things; especially
on one of my many lows, trying to hold onto everything
Everything slips out of an overprotective opinion, in a white glove;
and you probably recognize that common love sickness
A common kind of flu, when love is in the air as just a common
feeling; over the ceiling, to when I was close to a heaven above

But even if I didn't believe in angels,
I'd kiss the wings of the only one I knew
It would be you, but you wouldn't believe me if I said I love you
so much, that much of it annoys me; thinking about you
You flew into my room, and lifted the butterflies in my stomach,
netting my eyes, at first gaze to know you were a catch
Whether to say, "thanks," or "*******," for what you've done,
all I'm left to say is,

                        "I love you, I love you, ****** it I love you"
Sep 2023 · 69
...P.s, a note to self
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
Tensions that live rent free in your head
-I guess it's not a tenant

Still the kind of people saving up old money;
we don't have much for our early pension
So please don't be late, especially when you're
working yourself to death

I've a few times picked a bone with you,
for working all of those skeleton hours
Chasing a dream day by day,
and hopefully the night's result, is the money following

Life *****, and of course you can't spit the taste,
as our youth is something we have to swallow
And drink a little harsh truth to wash it all down

Don't forget to be social,
talking to peers about so and so
Who we know, and who pretend to not know,
but it's really stuck on your nose; as the scent of intentions

I do get your intentions, still listen to me intensively;
kiss your wife hello, more than goodbye
Be there for the family, the kids might forget to call you dad,
but more of a daily service provider- that's really sad

                                    ...P.s, a note to self
Sep 2023 · 408
What's your favourite part?
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
Let me draw you as a sketch;
a portrait of all those beautiful memories

And we can make up some future events,
with like a little paint on a face-
All of the colours of a world, you and I have to face

Stick to my side like a rib bone,
say that you love me with your chest

Skip the conversation about rocking your world,
and let me skip a rock on your stream, when we're alone

Let's tell each other all our ***** little secrets;
the ones with a little dirt, to keep us down to earth

Going around trying to pick at each other;
I do prefer to fork, but I had a spoon to scoop you up

Let's build a mansion of all our dreams,
and live in their moments, before the disappear

I'll let you be the playlist of my day,
and let you be an airpod in my ear, to hear you clear

Tell me, what's your favourite part,
and I'll play out the role with a script written
out, by all the feelings I have at heart.
Sep 2023 · 72
Netflix & chill
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
There' a missing scene,
in between a few texts of your last seen
Making my mind go black as that screen,
staring at the dark; a usual shadow as it seems
As you could cry yourself a river over a missed
opportunity of Netflix and chill; but it's just a couple streams
Sep 2023 · 94
Explicit content
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
Invest in sharp objects, I might *****
you mind with my dark thoughts
I hope you won't lose interest
when I call you mine
Give you a fine line as you scroll past me
in a passing thought, on your timeline
We'd share likes by a double chance,
but let me tap a second time to proclaim my love
And feed your mind ironically on sweet nothings,
a bit of something you've never heard before;
My bare naked vulnerably turns into poetry ****

I'm explicit on how I express how I feel,
a thrill in a reality, more realistic that what you see on a reel
Sep 2023 · 47
Deleted message
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
You look like a yesterday
I'm still trying to enjoy today,
A couple goodbye kisses when I'm feeling high,
ending it off with passing remarks whenever you walk by
Tomorrow tends to be a mile; of a frantic
distance of you always running on my mind
I must have fallen in love in between the days,
tripping over you; I cracked my jaw of not having
all of the right words to say.

"Hey," let's start from there,
but I'm often to stuck up for my own well being, right here
It's just that usual fear, a shade of a tear, a taste
of honey dew dripping out of my eye
At least to say, I had a sweet sight gazing at you;
well at least I try not to cry a lot- you know that sensitive guy
Trying to make sense of all the cents I had,
to spare another penny for a thought of you

Aren't we all looking for a bit of change?

Oh what a shame,
being so in over my head, down under my emotions
I even forgot to ask for your name;
but it could probably ring in my ears
And I'll be staring at a blank screen, waiting for a
notification from you, with that very ding
Coming full circle, just to ask if you could stay
stuck on my skin, like the indent of a wedding ring

Ugh, never mind
backspace, backspace, select all and delete
Sep 2023 · 66
Intrusive thoughts
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
She: If I was a worm, would you still love me

Me:- I'd say you wiggled yourself into my life

She: How could I ever make a mark on someone I've so badly fallen in
         love with

Me: Bite me! And by those means, you'll definitely leave your
        mark
Sep 2023 · 60
Please don't judge
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
I'll write a girl a piece of work,
and speak a prayer of no judgement
by her. Lord, don't let another one
call me, "a piece of work"
Sep 2023 · 65
Overcompensating
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
Let me give a personal measure
to myself;- the ruler isn't long enough
But by the rules of society,
I might be overcompensating,
so I'll have to break them both in half
Sep 2023 · 64
Happy
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
A human experience,
a pocket full of options
-a tune for my room
Airpods, a moody playlist;
alone to dance without a point to prove
Current location: My happy place
Sep 2023 · 541
Foreplay wordplay
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
Can I ask for a little more action,
with out really asking
Sounds a bit passive, so I try to
ask in a past tense
And this time around really *****,
so turn around so I can pass the time
******* on your front

"Okay," that last line was kind of dull,
and no excuse for me being so blunt
But could I still ***** a little thought,
and plant a bit of that seed, and see how that story grows,
And take you on a tasty journey; you'll be my main course

"*******," wait no, it's actually a golf course;
looking for a perfect stroke to get it into that hole
My little birdie; let's play, as we pave our way
into a concrete conversation before we go

Lead the way, and I'll chase your ideas like a plan in motion
Press into you, to prove yourself in an interview,
and I'm the one doing all of the reporting
As they say love can sometimes feel like it's getting old,
but I'm sorry, that's still old news to me

So we could chain each other up, but you're free
to do whatever you want to me
I'll be your memory form bed,
and remember all of the best positions
And you could leave the rest to me, and if I did it wrong,
you wouldn't waste your time to lie to me

I know, every expression of your feelings; reading
your body language- as you're my beautiful love poem
And in a spoken word of desire; what's there more of me
to say; to any kind of performance leaving a bang,
Let's make a little slam poetry

It's in this next stanza, I'll tell you of how
I'll dig into you; and thankfully it won't get so boring
As I'm feeling like a power tool, drilling a little pleasure,
to an eventual release, and to ease off the day's pressure

I turn you on; no not as a light, but let me see the light
in your eyes, taken so lightly by other guys
They couldn't see that glorious sight, that acts so bright,
a movie star, as all of the stars start to align tonight

"I'll give it to you straight,"
put a little heavy ecstasy, as you had so long wait
Put this love in a few shreds; a few times I had to grate,
yet it somehow ends up so **** great
I'm just trying to score, and if it feels extra great,
feel free to rate

I just need a place to begin, and the final
destination is how you and I will feel at the very end.
Sep 2023 · 112
Blank
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
I have a Tetris mind,
building up confidence to paint out words
-block by block
Hanging by the corners, a few nights with
an empty pen;
Current location: Writer's block
Sep 2023 · 64
Quite rare
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!
Sep 2023 · 82
Vague
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
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
Sep 2023 · 57
Daily Love playlist
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
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
Sep 2023 · 82
I hate Mondays
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
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
Sep 2023 · 72
All the wants over a need
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
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.
Sep 2023 · 62
Stuck sights
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
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
Sep 2023 · 76
Ray of light
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
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!
Sep 2023 · 95
....
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
The tears of yesterday
have become the air of today;
-memories gone in the wind
Maybe you forgot how to breathe
taking so much of yourself out;
-you must of forgot how to take things in

Don't worry- you'll cry a lot,
just to live a little.
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
These are all of the wrong things we shouldn't
do- like two people stuck in the back room,
Still kissing as kids in the back of a classroom;
the lessons I had chalked down in my mind
Maybe we were a bit too bored,
in a morbid dream, of the subjects of life we'd ignore
As I saved up my battery life on being any more
social; in between naughty late night texts
And saving up a little extra money to make a late night call,

"Maybe if I got a good job, I could afford a girl,"
a usual statement I had long before
Though nowadays I can't afford any more time,
to work up the nerve to talk to girls at all
But it's a bit of a lie, when you hang out with the guys,
making fools of selves; filling up the time of a long night
-Those morning after' start to fill empty,
trying to swallow down a few words like a necessary pill
It all starts to feel like those daily supplements
fussing about all those other things everyone fusses about,

I started to feel like the empty space above this line,
blanking out with that pretty smile in my eyes
Hoping they at least seen some of the charm I had,
while looking so intimidating, when I had nothing better to say,
The awkward type of thinking how I could have kissed someone
a little more better than I did yesterday,

A beginners luck kind of life; waiting for it to be your last,
as I think to myself, reminding myself, rewinding myself
back to those days, of chasing hypes in the highs of youth
-****, I can't pretend that I never enjoyed such a rush.
Sep 2023 · 73
Ass
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
***
Breakfast with the stares;
my bowl of cereal was extra cold
Killing all of the time in a crowed room;
a pretty enough serial killer
I milked up all of my tears,
drawing out the words to admit I was fed up
And quite full of myself, feeding up on all
of your food for thought

Sorry darling, call me a little selfish
for wanting every last bite of you
A man; as all men tend to be dogs;
still keeping his heart later on in a doggy bag
Thinking way too forward as always;
let me try and take it a little back- ******* perhaps?

But why such a line would deserve a chance
at your hand; is really just a possibility of a slap
Whit! Okay I felt that one for showing this kind of whit,
so please do call me an ***, for sounding like I'm
trying to get some ***
Sep 2023 · 60
Fallen
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
I remember you as that cigarette
-counting all of the ashes
There's a spark between us,
smitten; under the candles in the sky
So whenever I'm in the dark,
looking up to know you're all that's left

I was struck by your eyes, sending strikes
of insecurity into my heart
What a thunderous sound it must of made,
to be falling so hard, falling in love

Till all of the skies fall onto the ground,
crashing down on all us;
I'll be the one with these silly pick-up lines,
whispering in your ear, to try and pick up such a star

                         I hope this time I won't fall out of luck
Sep 2023 · 53
Human
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
I'm a dancing old machine, with rust in my veins,
the ice of my eyes, and smoke of my words
Are a constant-
interludes between ourselves, as we play in part
As I'm searching in those eyes,
to try and find a fit and figure out what is my own part,

I'm just a towel drowned in a wash,
stranded on love; left high and dry
A text unread, no reply, my battery's out, and a flightless
bird, so mighty to my disguise, of when I was put on
flight mode,

As I drew my heart, painted in all of those memories,
so cryptic to my own self- who really knows me
But just the reasons to my existence, all to the knowledge
of a creator in the skies,

An overthinker in the general sense; though generally most
of my thoughts never make any sense
To write out all of my sins in the pen between
me starting to repent,

                             I'm as human as you are too
                               so natural to the wilds of my heart-
                                              it's all part of my human nature.
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