🌖🧚🏽🪻Oddity ✨🐜🥀

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🌖🧚🏽🪻Oddity ✨🐜🥀

https://www.tumblr.com/oddity123

118

Writings

119

Followers

160

Following

Time.

🌖🧚🏽🪻Oddity ✨🐜🥀

1 min read

When will it pass?,

Please let it pass-

The ticking is endless,

My anticipation worse,

If I keep staring at this clock,

Time will keep melting to sludge,

Taunting me with its speed.

Tapping my fingers,

Bored out of my mind,

Its hands roam in circles,

Pointing at my demise,

A roulette of time,

Shooting me with longing.

It hurts-, it hurts,

Time clutching at my wrists,

Keeping me and seconds still...

Poetry

Puncture.

🌖🧚🏽🪻Oddity ✨🐜🥀

1 min read

Life is a sharp stick;

It can prod until you bruise,

But can puncture in your favor, too.

(I know this is isnt a haiku at all, but oh well)...

Poetry

Silence.

🌖🧚🏽🪻Oddity ✨🐜🥀

1 min read

An air of mystery,

The sound of grey,

The whispers of air,

Falling on deaf ears,

The outwards hands of a being,

That could frighten or soothe,

A comfortable heat,

That can burn down a whole room,

Glued shut treasure chest,

With words unsaid forgotten inside,

With a discreet key needed,

To free the hums and whispers of the world,

The drumming through your head,

To fill the noiseless void,

Th...

Poetry

Burn.

🌖🧚🏽🪻Oddity ✨🐜🥀

1 min read

The world will burn down,

Ignited by the shocks, sparks,

Of upward-curved lips.

(I know this kinda sucks but I’m busy today lol)...

Poetry

The Aftermath.

🌖🧚🏽🪻Oddity ✨🐜🥀

1 min read

It reminds me I lived,

Through my mind’s sick torment,

The light at the end lives,

Blinding my teary sight.

It makes me peer around me,

Take in the destruction,

That is my sanity,

Scattered onto the floor.

Once toxic now purified,

From the jovial luck,

Clutched in my moist, shaky hands,

As I accept that it’s done.

With a broom and a brush,

I’ll sweep it to the trash,

To be forgotten, lost,

Unt...

Poetry

Why Does It Dawn On Me?

🌖🧚🏽🪻Oddity ✨🐜🥀

1 min read

Why does it dawn on me,

When I try to forget it?,

Leaves me in misery,

Why can’t I abandon it?

Why does it dawn on me,

When skies are cloudless,

When I’m feeling like opal,

A colorful stone of hope?

It swallows me whole,

Surrounds me with dread,

A roach I can’t stomp onto,

As it grows, it spreads.

It’s all I can imagine,

Everything I see,

Makes me tear out my strands,

Makes my eyes bleed.

I’...

Poetry

Pretty Dandelion.

🌖🧚🏽🪻Oddity ✨🐜🥀

1 min read

Pretty dandelion,

Wants to be a wildflower,

To be picked by hands.

Pretty dandelion,

Blind of its own uniqueness,

From what stands nearby.

Pretty dandelion,

Feels alone when all is near,

Blows its specks to wish,

To be just as nice,

As the wildflowers around,

To fit in some day....

Poetry

Orange Sun.

🌖🧚🏽🪻Oddity ✨🐜🥀

1 min read

Orange sun juices out hues in the sky,

Offering me the sight of a daytime,

Outweighed by the moon and its arrival,

Occupying its space again in moments,

Out in the open, yet it feels like mine,

Ornamental to all sorts of skins, sight,

Observant is my eyes when I stare up,

Online is my mind when thoughts cram inside,

Overheating the blues of my sorrows,

Occasionally blanketing me, blind,

Orang...

Poetry

The Dreadful Silence.

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1 min read

The dreadful silence,

That I have to fill somehow,

To get to love you.

The dreadful silence,

That serves as a barrier,

One I cannot break.

The dreadful silence,

When my mouth can’t utter words,

With no sort of fear.

The dreadful silence,

You might answer me with,

When I try to know.

The dreadful silence,

Stills my heart and spooks my nerves,

At what will occur.

I can’t get over,

This stew of ...

Poetry

Clay Gift.

🌖🧚🏽🪻Oddity ✨🐜🥀

1 min read

Hands caked with beige clay,

I work with slight dismay,

A present just for you,

Sculpted while I feel blue.

My clay is my canvas,

Coloring the blankness,

With the love you’ll soon see,

The care that will soon bleed.

Sweat douses my forehead,

My patience about dead,

I make your present great-

Or…_try_ to make it great…

Intention baked inside,

In the paintbrush that glides,

With hope, affection, ...

Poetry

Romance