Odd Odyssey Poet: Poems

Sep 2023 · 76

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 · 106

Overcompensating

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

Overcompensating

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 · 101

Happy

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

Happy

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 · 732

Foreplay wordplay

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

Foreplay wordplay

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.

#adult #foreplay #imagery #metaphors #wordplay

Sep 2023 · 159

Blank

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

Blank

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 · 83

Quite rare

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

Quite rare

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 · 90

Vague

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

Sep 2023 · 70

Daily Love playlist

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

Sep 2023 · 101

I hate Mondays

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

Sep 2023 · 91

All the wants over a need

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.

Sep 2023 · 81

Stuck sights

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

Sep 2023 · 90

Ray of light

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!

Sep 2023 · 142

....

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.

Sep 2023 · 136

No title, it was all a rush

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

No title, it was all a rush

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 · 86

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 · 70

Fallen

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

Fallen

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 · 65

Human

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

Human

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.

Sep 2023 · 77

Smoke catcher

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

Smoke catcher

The taste of you fades,
like the last hint of flavour in a vape
An energy between us-
though the battery has died
A beeping light in the dark, I'd seen
a blink of you before I shut my eyes away
A time to say goodbye, but it wasn't a good bye;
crashing into your skin-
I accidently fell in love with such a crush,
pulling, pulling, pulling me in once more
A love sickening addiction,
oh darling, I'm still in need a few last puffs

Sep 2023 · 163

The despairs

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

The despairs

There's a life of a show, not on the road
where you always know where to go
Crying rivers in your eyes, but you still
have to catch another day, of life's chaotic flow
Told to act right, but you don't know your role,
trying to fit in everyone's shoes; that stained yourself
and scuffed up your soul

Driven into destiny's twine, you try and try,
caught in the ties of a victorious lie
A glorious ugly sight, pinned into you mind,
as you stuck needles in your eyes
As I've seen a buttoning of a sea; fasten into a chest
and drifting away, as you took that dive- trying to survive

And in the night; the stars called me softly,
under a yellow moon, in my highs of emotions all so lofty
In a perfect silence I hear so loudly; choking in the mornings
rushing to me, as when you first drink is bitter cup of coffee
In the shadows of my alarm in these lucid dreams,
the ghosts of those incomplete stories, start to haunt me

Always so antsy; I just keep on searching for answers,
chasing circles inside a box, and counting on my chances
With all of my advances, I'll still slave away my time to
what I always must do- but never to call these despairs
my masters

Aug 2023 · 273

Just a poem.

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Just a poem.

I'm just a frame of reality,
painted by the harsh brush strokes of life,

Black and white;
the grey areas are just the many things
I don't know- or try to paint over with just my words

I'm just a poem!

Aug 2023 · 82

Bitter ugly mess

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Bitter ugly mess

Willow branches,
a basket case kind of person with messy hair
Feelings gone in the wind,
by the time we're clearing it out, and masking
up, whenever there's a hint of love in the air,

But you still don't have a clue,
rhymes, rhythm, and riddles; usually the questions dancing
around, to feel the same- but not a correspondence of the two
You and I, trying to see a poor connection,
while ringing up the reasons on different area codes
and on disconnected Wi-Fi. What's there for us to do,

When you smile so crooked, on the straight and narrow,
speaking so loosely of yourself, and being walked
over by people with loose shoe laces- they're just a blunt arrow
You know the type; that never really get a point,
but would score any chance of making you their girl
To try and fit the two; love and trust. But they're just
blowing smoke in the wind, of a social joint,

Still I've know many trying to gain love with a cheque,
ticking all of the right boxes just to do it
And I heard one of them bought you shoes
with that fake Nike check,

So nowadays, you just give people that sour face,
pulled as a fool, that you choose to pull your face
And any sweet nothing, has a bitter taste in the end,
a misleading ***** intention, and you're now this
bitter ugly mess.

Aug 2023 · 131

5th Street

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

5th Street

Our lives are made by the corner;
there's a few ballsy ones with ***** intentions
And I tell all of those kids to wipe the dust
off their nuts, and stop doing too much

Aug 2023 · 178

Sheath

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Sheath

The horses aren't any stable,
as with good wood;-
but he ran out of trojans

Aug 2023 · 59

Reminders

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Reminders

All the set remainders; the remains
of ourselves left on our skins
Nothing was in vein, being under your skin,
and these less than said words, then after
Caught in the wings of butterflies in our stomachs;
as I was tickled by the beauty of it, filled with laughter

I feel out of time, out of my mind
with you out of my sight
In the glimpse of so many hers, how I'm
pointlessly looking for pieces of you in such a plight
As I remember all of the times, I was stuck in your eyes,
to the rise of that ******; I had nothing to say
But my breathless gaze spoke in bold, and you gentle
hand resting on my chest was a simple enough reply

Tucked away in an embracing, your bracing touch
wrapped around my heart- I kissed your shoulder;
To ease the weight you had to carry of my insecurity,
purely out of a form, of me not wanting to conform

Why your ******* were hard before
towards such a softie like me,
Aroused my curiosity, in it's mischievous means;
and a hug where I misheard your wish after you bit me ear
I found it the only excuse to hold onto a past behind,
grabbing onto your rear- a tight squeeze!

My pants felt tightened inch by inch growing
and stuck to the fabric of my Levy jeans
A stain I know I'd be cleaning for days,
by all means; I meant not distract you by this
quick response in my genes-

I haven't been touched the same,
but being felt by others who I barely get to recall a name
To put a face to all of the kisses I have left to give,
I can't face the truth of imagining your taste on their lips
Cold kisses of a Lip ice kind of kiss, still not the same as
yours, but I still often wish

...sigh, I won't even end this
as it reminds me of how everything ends.

Aug 2023 · 72

Untitled~ You can title it yourself

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Untitled~ You can title it yourself

To play in the keys
                 of love; a scale
                               that flows up
                                                   and d
                                                           o
                                                           w
                                                           n

She was a chorus to me, so catchy to the ear,
                                   but of course grew so annoying
Played so often, that I often felt it was out of key

                                     Flat; as a bare chested experience
                                                       having a heart trapped in a cage
Beating away all the many breaths,
       wasted on uttering those wicked words in
such a cliché beautiful phrase,

                                           "I love you you"

           As so easy to say, what words a mouth can form
            ironically is the mouth so too to perform,

An act so alike to a scripted literature play,
to an audience, a perfect scene, unseen by the curtains fall
                   The applauds drumming over the despairs;
                                         but to these despairs going unheard

            We are all like cattle in a herd, drove to insanity
       to instantly say those wicked words in
such a cliché beautiful phrase,

                                   "I love you you"
                                       "I love you you"
                                                     "I love you you!"

                                                                                            ...but why?

Aug 2023 · 487

Five senses of love

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Five senses of love

I've seen a colourful world,
in her tie dye eyes

Around someone's neck; holding onto her,
my hand being like a neck tie

Her ears were full of bullets,
of so many shoot your shot pickup lines

Only kissing a few; but some wet kisses
are just lips licked so well, to lubricate their lies

As we've all wanted to say we've been in love- once,
even if we loved someone for only a time

From the trenches of our many past hurts,
digging into each's heart, to say they were once mine

To the friendly hugs with foes, we try to forgive,
seeing all those we've loved before; giving a public smile

Many times sending out advances; not always delivered,
learning that the quiet ones attract a lot of attention- a high profile

In this curious scent of love always in the air,
I wonder if we still feel like floating aimlessly in the meanwhile

I mean,

I've seen so much before, heard it all, felt the after of a fall
said so much I can't recall, and it all stank like a stinkball

...when I was in love five years ago.

#love #sad #rhyme #pain #teen

Aug 2023 · 187

Heart chandelier

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Heart chandelier

"It's not much,
but it's the heart I gave to you with my love"

As the chandelier hanging in my chest,
is a decorative display of bravery
And I hope none of my fears swing on it,
making everything fall down to the ground

Aug 2023 · 75

Reset

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Reset

In the backhand of a cigarette,
every smoke rising is another regret
Getting lost in screaming screens on the internet,
trying to find yourself in the comments of a thread
Flightless birds on a twitter thread; sorry an X,
exactly how I feel; crossed out from another trend
I must of been late, stuck in the holes of my head;- a hairnet,
as all I really need for myself, is a forced reset

Aug 2023 · 77

Apologies in advance

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Apologies in advance

**** dreams-
oh the naked eyes of desire;
as passion burns my inners with her fire

Was it your red lips,
that scarred me in marking bites after a kiss
Dancing tongues in a chorus sung by longing flesh,
and a searching location to address the need for
me, to rip you out of that nightdress

Slowly I caress, with running fingers on your skin,
chasing after your awaited breath; not rushing to go in
But with ease, easily as the words I say to express love,
it impresses my hunger for you by the tip of a tongue

I must apologize now,
as hard as it is now; I may get a little rough!

Aug 2023 · 192

Never letting go

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Never letting go

I would die,
dinning on you
Running up the stairs to a reach,
as even after death- I'll still hold onto you

Aug 2023 · 656

Marvin Gaye, {a poem inspired by a song}

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Marvin Gaye, {a poem inspired by a song}

I've seen the glass of your eyes,
as the glow brightly of a reflecting despair,
Desires of a searching heart; still unfound
as we've gone a couple rounds
To a cost of pleasure, divided in equal parts;
we are the amount of a harmonic ****** found
Seeking multiplication; hopefully not by mistake,
and parasites at the most, feeding on each other's side
longing to kiss your face, and losing my tongue in that
secret place

To make the sweetest of love- a wright,
a maker ironically who messes up your make up,
So wrong of me in such a feeling that feels so right,
a cloud of the night, who covers your eyes to the atmosphere,
Whether we weather this together, it isn't a goal of mine,
to get you to any point of dryness
And with all these kisses made of wine; red lips of passion,
with all of the kisses that don't taste less of the finest

Our silhouettes will be animations of our character,
climbing into bed lastly; as the final step of foreplay's ladder
I'm a little old fashioned, wearing myself down,
and wrinkling time with the intentions of leaving lines on your
body matter

No matter;
we'd play prior movie scenes with a little more action,
holding onto a moment in a body's lens- let's capture
The best parts of ourselves, for the best never lasts too long,
so we'd try to get the catchy parts to reminisce on its chorus
Like every popular and trending love song,
but I'm spending too much time on my own words
Especially for someone who has been waiting for so long,
so we'd best play into our desires like playing that song,
"baby, let's get it on"

#song #marvingaye #love #desire #passion

Aug 2023 · 104

17

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

17

A warm kiss,
I was touched by a summer-
a bright smile in an abyss,
of your touch chasing after me in the darkness

17 kisses,

One for everyday I got to see your face
a second extra, just before you had to go away
By the third's; I had enough to remember yesterday,
and a forthcoming excitement to kiss you another day again

Five working days, of waiting to kiss you by the weekend,
secret kisses; too shy to kiss in front of our six friends
Several times I had lost my tongue, and words to speak after,
knowing me well enough, I ate all of my words
with a spoonful of awkward laughter

And after nine conversations; our texts started to read out a bit more mischievous, loudly with thoughts of kissing thereafter
So by ten, I was filled with an intent to be a slave to my feelings
of ecstasy being a cunning master

Elevating a count of eleven days of weary, of me missing you,
though it's only been a day, it felt like twelve days of blues
Searching my eyes of any remaining tears I have to shed,
thirteen tear drops are what I had left- so few
As my fortunes to have found someone quite daring like you,
had my searching through fourteen versions of myself,
And by fifteen, my sixteen year old self was the only time I found the confidence to approach you

By seventeen, I sort of fell in love; for a moment
being young as always to such an experience,
it only lasted a moment
So by after 17, I eventually grew out of love,
growing up to keep on searching for
a true love experience

Do teens ever find true love!

Aug 2023 · 680

Fairytale kisses

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Fairytale kisses

Once upon a time a kiss,
in a land of feelings, and desire
Lived what we thought was the perfect kiss,

Our very first words, of tasting one other,
and a journey of potential love;
finding our likes and dislikes, we soon came to discover

Cinderella kisses- at a time you and I had a ball,
waking up from such a lucid dream, as kids
And being so innocent and pure as a Snow white,
still skipping stones along a stream of our dreams

Never telling our parents of this young relationship we had,
and of all those secret places you and I had kissed- our neverland
As I was losing my fingers in all of the curls of your hair;
I climbed the towers of kissing up your neck with steady kisses;
to impress myself on my Rapunzel of no other compare

As I imagined you, pricked by my passion;
a sweet endless dream of beauty, with my resting head
on your bare chest; you were always such a Sleeping beauty
Sleeping in all of our cuddles, I was waiting patiently
to wake up another morning with you

Even to this day, I wonder if we could have ended our story
with a happily ever after final kiss
Sigh, it was all a fairytale,
just made to help me reminisce

...the end.

I was a bit tipsy upon writing this

#kisses #love #fairytale #longing

Aug 2023 · 96

Flower' purpose

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Flower' purpose

Find ourselves in these silver tears,
emeralds, and pearls, and precious jewels
like myrrh scented roses, we rose
to the occasion of these unlikely applauds,
celebrating awards, to celebrate our flaws,

'Roses in the dark; seeds buried in the dirt,
one day to rise and kiss the sun'
that first kissed us when we were just so young
and as I was once young as a gun,
a plant shoot, stemming from the soil,

Bare from birth, and leaving as a bare soul in the end
you may find me in this world, but not of it,
in a moment of winter, but it's winter for a moment
as it is destined for me to grow- tis my purpose!

Aug 2023 · 97

Conversation

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Conversation

"Hey me, how you doing,"

hey future me, I'm feeling clueless,
using less of my time, and feeling a bit useless

"Well, I wish I could tell you that it all gets better,
But even in the successes you and I will have
You're still stuck on hoping you've done enough"

that kind of *****, cos yesterday I was just telling our
past self, we still haven't done enough
and I'm feeling really down, but always trying to keep up
in playing this bluff

"Really life is just a constant game of us playing cards,
My advice to you; put down the cards, and learn to play chess"

sorry, that statement doesn't make any sense,
and above all, it probably went over my head

"Life is about making the right moves,
Lining your goals, and trying to think way ahead"

highly unlikely; let's not pretend

"Hence the word, trying;
You won't get it right all of the time.
But all of the time we have, is another reason to just try,
And every mistake is a lesson we can't ignore or never mind
For the never in our mind, is the reason to all of our insights
being so blind"

can you show me these lessons,

"No, because they wouldn't be the lessons
You'd hold onto, without any of the experience
As the best teacher is experience; still the hardest teacher,
But she'd treasure a good listener, and treat you so precious
My lessons to share, would be to stay brave, stay who you are,
And speak all of your truths of what has hurt/made who you are,
As all of those daily confessions

hey future self,

"Yes"

you really ****, because you always have to be so right,

"And me being right,
Is to show how to be right with our life"

sigh!

Aug 2023 · 213

Down under

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Down under

Let me imprint my love with my tongue,
speaking all of the words you've never heard before
And as one who has always experienced writer's block;
it's probably good of me to just go down town
But the streets are always unsafe, especially as a first,
a first for me, of saying less, but still doing more actions with
a mouth,

Knowing myself, I could start preparing before in a month,
as I know it all couldn't amount to much
Making a two plan meal out of you; always skipping brunch,
and would you come- to a place I should take you to
Or does it take a few more seconds of a numbing jawline,
to make you in the end feel so really good,

I never could, prove all my experience,
cos experience isn't all I have, at hand
So please don't get mad, if you find me looking up
to read your lips of what you feel at your lower lips;-
please do understand!

And would you accept me, feeling a bit down under
to go a little down under
Playing a little too much repetition, with a mouth stutter;
this person who is a newcomer, hoping you're a quick comer
Calling me out when I start feeling lost;
hoping by any chance I do have the right number,
And not to get too distracted by a hard wood, of my pants lumber,

Let's see how this goes...

#adult

Aug 2023 · 97

Poet

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Poet

A pen:

a brush that paints a shadow of my past,
a guide of stories to lead into a future's path,
a maddening chorus of songs; all that play in parts,
an echo that shouts the silence of my heart,
a remainder of me working on myself to be a work of art

But I'm still somewhat unfulfilled;
knowing that there's more of me to write
To write of people, this world, and life
as I write better than a day before- I'm still unskilled
Always in this constant unending plight
cursed by words playing in my mind and a drive
And as soon as I've died; you'd remember me as being skilled

Aug 2023 · 131

Simp poetry

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Simp poetry

Falling quietly into your arms,
still the loudest echo of falling love
Swept of the ground;
as closely to my steady feet, I can't brush off feelings
Or find a reason not place volumes of my pride,
announcing who you are to me
But I often feel as a selfish sinner to say,
"you should belong to me"
And I am like a mirror in your room,
reflecting on your beauty, as the first to see it in the morning,

To be a night-gown that covers you in warmth and comfort,
a resting pillow to the dreams still twined in your hair
And you being a thought resting on my head, of a brain chair;
feeling rude to stare, as you climb into my eye's sight
of your beauty step by step, of your glorious stairs,

Despite you not seeing me, above all those others chasing,
their desires of power they wish they could own, to own you
To enthrone you; those who once sat on their own thrones,
they have polished themselves, for you to sit on top of their heads
I doubt you care; as like a child with someone else to worry
responsibly for their younger's responsibilities,

Still would you ever consider to indulge in me,
with the dews of my eyes and sheering shy smile
I do try and try, till my tired is tired of being tired,
and my spark dies out for the night- lit again by seeing
you another day, and I continue on being fired,

But in the eyes of a looker-on, I'm fried;
spared no sympathy for showing such a simp in me
In the pits of my emotions, falling deeper and deeper,
and I pray in the end that someone would pity me.

Aug 2023 · 122

Culture violence

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Culture violence

What if I finally came to all of the places,
to feel eventually complacent
In between seeing a lackluster example
of what it takes to lack love;
Would I be lacking in the appeals
of peeling pieces of my skin to this former apple of an Eve,
The apple of my eye, bitten by the marks of the
world' dogs; with an echo to their every bark?

But what man isn't referred to a dog,
with just another territory to mark
As we're ******* by those trying to be just a man;
with mannerisms of an ill-mannered upbringing,
Did you at least question their gestures with a little reasoning?

We are littered by the stains of this society;
as the illiterate, misread by a literature written
by history's cruelty in a castration anxiety
Even to those cut from the same cloth,
how much have we lost for the cost of just playing another's part?

I'm in part, lost in the standards of this world,
that would cancel my tongue for speaking something so bold
As I've lost the voice in my lungs, and the hairs of my chest;
to honestly have the heart of bravery; as it now appears to be bald

And I would make the fortunes for these misfortuned,
fortunately for the lookers-on, it makes me an abstract portrait
So I'll just portray what I know best from my many teachings,
reasoning, understanding, valuing, and treasuring
To relate to those I have no relations to, to find their meanings

       In politeness,
          I am not one to share any other man's likeness
            Still to rather seek peace in chaos of all this society
               To not find myself caught in between this culture violence

Aug 2023 · 66

Just friends!

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Just friends!

Shooting my shoot for target practice;
hoping not to miss trying to find a Miss
And in a distance, it feels as if my mind
for searching for love, is quite so distant

Distilling my thoughts from the mix of
anxiety, impatience, insecurity, rage and all yesterdays

As for today,
marks the date of an anniversary of my very last date
And I can't say it went so great, but it was good
to know it happened in the first place

In the words of, "nice guys finish last"
it was impressive of a nice guy to make
a dying relationship consistent, and making it last
Though I had to mix it a little bit with some lust;
and to be presently distilling that brain
with memories of ***** thoughts, messing up my head

And I'll think ahead to seem a little more ahead,
maybe fall in love with a person as a friend
But still as friends; we seem not to how to express
our hidden emotions when we dim ourselves as "just friends"

Aug 2023 · 77

No reply

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

No reply

A good kiss to fog up my glasses,
seeing the mist of an exhale before
she steals another piece of my breath

Inhale- we're like those we know for
passing smoke; kissing for far, far too long

I hope this time, I don't eventually choke;
as I always do, afterwards choking on my words
I guess that's me being lost for words- again

And maybe we started off with innocent kisses,
still as friends; a little tipsy on ecstasy
In this euphoric substance,
And I hope by tomorrow it doesn't turn us into enemies

Thanks for letting me into your heart
through your eyes, as those doors were wide open
Perhaps I couldn't kiss you with the best of focus'
still at least I kissed you with my best emotions

Feels as if I'll keep repeating those lines;
and as soon as you leave, it's the most boring of times
knowing you're not by my side

sigh never mind!

I'll just sit waiting patiently for your reply.

Aug 2023 · 78

Love; a word

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Love; a word

I had this piece come to me in a dream without a beginning,
but only with an end to record...

What's love: about keeping your word,
but not always knowing how it goes

What's love: as a purest scent by the intentions you
could smell, that not everyone knows

What's love: but a game; of sometimes being
an emotional sport

What's love: to a friend, as only a light promise to them;
while an enemy's revenge, is always kept by their word

And what's love meant to be, and how is it supposed to
be shown, if it just always remains a word?

...I guess I'll never know.

Aug 2023 · 93

Insomniac

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Insomniac

Funny how sleep and I are like
a weak handshake;
As we both can't get a grip
of what should be important to us...

Aug 2023 · 112

I Luv U

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

I Luv U

Your heart in my hand,
just for some love to hold onto
Buying into so many dreams before,
something I could never amount to
Feelings that are read in the shades of red;
are all the wonderful stories I heard about you
How do I feel so endlessly lost for words,
now that I found you-
The simple answer:

"I love you"

Funny how my best poems,
are the ones that are written when I'm not in love,
Tripping over made up emotions in my head,
about falling in love one day
But anyway;
I guess we all fall in love one day

Aug 2023 · 99

Yearning, Obsession, Urge

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Yearning, Obsession, Urge

Do you still book yourself
to spell the words of your love'
Often read in the wrong body language;
making scribbles on your skin- to mark out
other people's marks, marking you as their own?

Do you still dream about that pretty rose,
sitting in a water bottle in the sun
Trying to brighten up your skin, and learning
to be like a flower; not so scared to open up?

Do you still feel nostalgic when you kiss
all of those nights away;
As you always miss the goodnight kisses
that your lover rested on your head?

And you cry and cry, every single night
with an ocean inside of your eyes
Drowning yourself inside the guilt,
in a guild, of all those people you had once loved
Similar interests of a man's endless pursuits,
they only seen a pretty face, but could never see Y.O.U

Aug 2023 · 98

Mirror life

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Mirror life

A life in a mirror; so many things you
wish you could control
Of how far that it seems; if life was a mirror
could we have the ability to control all the reflections'
that we see?

Aug 2023 · 109

Searching

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Searching

So many lonely moments; as when the winds are blowing'
Just to capture a moment, longing to see you again in focus
Dancing around corners, hoping you still miss me even
when I'm around

Cos I already miss me, knowing later on you have to be gone
Leaving empty songs in a guitar case;' chords I've played in
keys to unlock your heart

But I must have forget; to tie myself down, still thoughts of you
Walk all over on my mind; constantly in and out
all before I could even tie the knot

And am I love; yes indeed- by all of these stories in my head
Still searching for a love not yet found

Searching, searching, still searching...

Aug 2023 · 93

Pink Hoodie

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

Pink Hoodie

I left all of my dreams in the fabric;'
   all those sweet nothings for you to wear
Over-sized, baggy, and hanging-
   a perfect outfit with no underwear

My intent grabbed by your attention;
   an affection; blush of cheeks, the taste of lips/
       our escape under the sheets

We're each other's stain'
    can't be removed off each other
     tattoos to one another'
   stuck to each other's skins by every lasting mark

      Stealing my heart,
        just like you stole our pink hoodie

Aug 2023 · 116

World

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2023

World

v1

To the eyes of a world'
once to have seen another race in
discriminative eyes
Still in a society where two colours
worked together, on a black & white t.v screen
Nowadays they're made of numerous colours
to show all colours are beautiful'
As they all come as one

v2
In this art of words
we are not as royal
For only Kings and Queens
of our wickedness
How to command another
in this selfish intent
An extent of extending a short hand
of help
Perhaps even after to bite the hand
that feeds you
We'd feed on the hands
of those who are only useful in a moment
What's more then, for us to hold onto?

v3
We live our lives as an untrained spider
Trapped in our own web,
Lies, lies, and lies
And as the world spins-
We spin another thread

v4
Tears are of chlorine,
as I burn myself crying for a world'
It's pollution cuts my breath
as I snip another year of life I have left

v5
I must respect you for your opinion
what of mine
As your wrong is my right'
the right you believe, is something I can not conceive
I must respect you for your opinion,
my respectful opinion:
Fact and knowledge

Jul 2023 · 90

Social call

Odd Odyssey Poet Jul 2023

Social call

Early hours into the morning'
a slow scenic drive into the horizon
Not of the sun falling down, but by the
first light of new day rising
And all the few hours before,
was just of us partying, and tearing it up in the club
An all-nighter; all of the good highs of a good night,
never given the chance to say goodnight!

As we're all a full package sight'
with all of these bags under our eyes
Switching clothes before we had to go,
we're now switching up, to stay awake with a can of Switch
A couple licks of reminders, and bites of time,
are all of leftover tastes still stuck on my teeth

How to summarise the night before'
a few simple words;

"A crazy rush"