#oddity
that so many of my essays,
inspired and devoted to you,
Mel says I’m an OCD people pleezer,
that is probably so,
but I must attend to this finger stroking pov,
it’s much more than that,
in so many poems, so many comments,
you simply hand me a provocation,
a holy invocation, a phrase that fazes,
words that strike me into instant dazes,
cut and pasted, as an entitled commission,
worthy of replication praise, a “come to hither”
reposting,
Nothing more glorious than my stolen breath,
when a new poet sends me signal of appreciation,
and I, oft accorded the distinction honor of being a
“First Follower”
perhaps I’ve noted this interchange transactional before,
after 2200 poem+a scattered misnomerd odd 1000+ moreover,
and this advanced aged mainframe failing computer,
oft forget with callous repetition; as more brain cells
daily dying,
than can hope to ever replace…dying, and forming a tree’s inner circle…
so let me say it again:
anything you write,
whether poem or profile,
comment, short or vociferous,
is fair game for my 24/7/365
attention span and oft just
squirreled away for wildcat drilling
exploration when the fear + love
in me
subsides…
<nml>
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 1:50 PM UTC
night/night
time/time
night overheats
wet awake, damp is the status:
mystery no more, familiarity brings unsurprise,
the machine issues environmental sounds,
cool air, deep cover, setup ~ perfect
wake up soaked/mystified/drizzled unhappy/awake to change/
meaning comes
/pieces of randome thoughts/movie trailer bite sized/
these are:
sweating words/eager for realization/escape needy/impatiented
by foible human/who needs sleep? is the unasked question...
dress for winter, may I? in May?????/!!!!! /!\
~change to summery
"ACTIVE WEAR" at-tire<>
skin expose<>
AM I NOT ACTIVE?
thus this oddity poem/product of sweat/
provides cooling panting/dog?
am I a dog?
that would be nice!
sadly or nat~not, a human
o verfilled / o verflowing
tale telling from evrey pore/ Alcatraz escape/ recaptured/twisted
d a m p
became a poem/d a m p is me
becoming/ reducing/emitting/inquiring/
enquiring/
aligned
will this be my last poem?
sweating with/from/AND
all the way over to............................................................Anticipation...
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC
In the past
People used my past to control me
But I’m past that so I smack back
What they told me.
Try to hold me back
But you can’t tack a label
On a fable, I’m a legend
Even if you say I’m unstable.
If in competition, they done lost to me
Take a shot at me, you intelligence apostasy.
Mockingly, they call me an oddity
Probably a product of my comedy
Step back, laugh, then step on me,
See, free entertainment for the public glee!
“Gee, why the negativity?” they say to me
But I am not listening, glistening
In my eyes, but it ain’t tears
Fears, I forgot ‘em, buried ‘em last year.
Oct 3, 2023
Oct 3, 2023 at 4:28 PM UTC
Nawty There
How can I address you properly?
You can't take off my dress
You nawty child
You've gotten her pregnant!
Get out of this house now
He was pulling one off
And pulled a muscle
It was a power shaft
She always upsets him
Only coz she loves him
The concept of time
Meant nothing when fecking
They worked as pilots
For the Arkansass National Guard
Aug 27, 2022
Aug 27, 2022 at 5:27 PM UTC
It’s not that she doesn’t wanna write anymore, but her fingers don’t see the point in dragging some Letters to form meaningless sentences.
She digs deeper into her skin, leaving ****** marks, smearing them into a circle.
Taking that as a reply to her inner question “who are you?” To which this answers loud and clear- a sewer rat.
You heard me, a rat.
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 6:09 PM UTC
They invite you to dwell on nothing and everything at once. Oddities that soften the sounds that surround you and amplify the beat of life in each breath you take. Far from strangers but hidden in plain sight. Indulging your focus through a narrow tunnel view. Dilating your pupils and lifting your skin through spontaneous extraordinary sensory awareness while depriving you the passage of time. A temporal trap in eternity before you snap and walk away.
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 2:49 PM UTC
I sprung at the pinnacle
Unwriting my chronicle
With love non-reciprocal
I shall start anew
I laid bare in muddle hub
With beasts of animal club
I'm stuck at the stub
And solitude brew
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
In this world,
there are some of us who get left behind
because we don’t fit the bill.
A bill that is arbitrarily in place and which
makes some magnificent, many perfectly normal,
and some of us a bunch of unworthy f***s who don’t
deserve affection, attention, and any of your time.
Go on, erase us from your narrative, from this world’s narrative,
erase us completely because our bodies are a certain way,
because it would require you to change your perspective slightly
to accommodate us into your view,
because there’s a billion to choose from who are perfectly normal
We might as well be not human because some of us don’t get to
experience human joys strictly because of how we look.
The least you could do is understand very clearly this fact
that for whatever reason, not all of us are able to experience being a human in the sense that most of you are able to
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 1:42 AM UTC
Tear my skin piece by peace
I see the bones leaking in feast
Emmergance of the palest formation
No more turns for degradation
Peal back lids and watch them fall
A shell of a mind once stood tall
Petals of birth
They fall to the ground
Each day another
None left to surround
Lonesome I may
Given with greed
Taken the chance
Most others would flee
Break my neck
My legs as well
Transform me into art
May all others go to hell
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
Do you think it's odd,
They question a millennial generation
For being in touch with how they feel?
Should I follow you and push it down?
Let's pretend none of it is real, yeah?
"Close your eyes to injustice, kid.
Don't you talk about it, then we'll have to talk about it."
A lot of Hollywood has to talk about it.
Instead of people putting it to god
We put it to our own selves but none aplaud.
Rather appauld that we speak.
I might fit your snowflake type
But my demons aren't melting in my mind
Trickling through as you close your eyes.
Do you think it's odd,
If people don't understand your problem
They label you as a weak link
But did you ever stop and think
If it was your name in an oppression,
If it was your heart in a depression,
If it was your loved one shooting up,
Maybe you'd feel different.
You can't help fix these cracked streets
If you have your eyes covered in a sheet
You aren't a hero for making a toast
When the problems hit you were a ghost.
Do you think it's odd
That we are all people
But more often than not **** each other
Praying to a god that doesn't pass judgement to you.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC
The waiting girl had leather boots studded with her payment of lavish jewels
Blood red in the dead of the night from all those daring dead fools
She entered the bar amongst the dancing and shouted at all the ghouls
Though what she said did not shield her from the hellish banshee
She saw her target amongst the prostitutes dripping with foreign ecstasy
She held her .44 and let him lie in death's dark sea
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
Stagnation never takes its course within oneself.
Praying at the crossroads, hoping things would go well.
Ahead of us lies
A Different standard of meaning,
Adding concrete facets to the once so-called oddity.
Clinging on the urge to stay on track and keep moving.
I just take this strange continuum,
Leaving all my peers bemused and clueless.
Have I changed, have I gone insane?
Even past is haunting me,
I have no time to turn around . . .
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
It's so nice to be lost
In something other than my mind
No matter what the cost
I have definitely come to find
That this is me at my best
With a chance to care
A chance to let my soul rest
And I am acutely aware
That this is the highest I get
Consequently the farthest I fall
But I never find it to be a bad bet
Because all good things start small
Though I tend to move quick
It's by no means in a rush
It's just you give my brain a kick
And here I am with a bit of a crush
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
Lazy imagination and a
rushing mind
I try to shine light on
the thoughts behind
These vacant stares
and shifty smiles
Like you know I hate you
but would let you stay awhile
I'm dececptive, receptive, stressed out
and so simplisitic
But these images are so perverted
yes I'm so sadistic
Trippin' away in my own
******* basement
Noddin' away to this muzik
content to feel complacent
My mind ebbs and flows
entranced in ink
As it floods the pad it is
everything I ever think
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
I am an odd mix of things lovely and foul, tame and wild, open and guarded.
-s.n
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
The old music box your beloved grandmother
Gave you for your seventh birthday
Starts to play some melody again
But the tunes are discordant, unfamiliar
The story book you first learn to read
Are now on your hands again
You begin to carefully flip the pages
But the plot is now different, unfamiliar
The letters your previous lover had sent you
Lurk underneath your tidy bed
Reminiscing while you read them again
But the words are changed, unfamiliar
The house you have dwelled in
For so many days, months, years
You enter through the door so casually
But the interior looks foreign, unfamiliar
The road you always take
Whenever you stroll and ponder
Leads you to the same quiet place
But the scenery is different, unfamiliar
The words your mother told you
Numerous reminders to keep yourself safe
She repeats them all over again
But her voice sounds pretentious, unfamiliar
The mirror leaning against the wall in your room
Beckons you to stand before it
You see yourself through the reflection
But your face is not yours, unfamiliar
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC