The Odd Guy Blog
In my younger years, I was afraid of the ocean. The sand, though bothersome, was where I spent my time, Every time my grandmother and I, Went to the beach. Though wary of its inviting danger, I marveled at the grand ocean, Like admiring a shark in a tank. Yet, unlike the limits of an […]
I tasted humidity. Through dirt, metal, toxins, Because of thirst, weakness, or sorrow, Rain water fell upon me, And I drank it to feel satisfied. I felt heavy instead, Filled with empty water, With no space for vitamins, Or electrolytes, Or joy, or smiles, or memories, For the pelted beatings of the small rain, Crashed […]
Grey clouds dully shine upon wrinkly sheets, And myself folded on it. Reaching towards hands that have escaped mine. It holds me back without effort, The marks of my own creation, Drawn by my own body upon the comforting tomb of satin sheets. Yet I rise, Something calls me still. A familiar breeze calling my […]
I wake up, looking out the window. Mother’s day. Supposedly the day where we cherish the person who gives us life, who nurtured us, who made sure we had our needs tended to. I wonder how it is for others, to see one’s mother as a being of love, rather than a totem of fear. […]
On a summer evening, I lay upon the grass beside the cliff, thinking of my mother and of her love of flowers. Her birthday was creeping up, and surely I wouldn’t want to celebrate empty handed. Chocolates were tasty, but they wouldn’t do. I couldn’t just write a letter, that’s just lazy. Not to mention, […]
On the day after our grandmother’s wake, I took the kites she had made for us, Deciding to drive my brother and I to the field Where I used to watch the sun fall. We take our kits, and stand right by the hill, Taking in the view above the trees, Breathing in the flowers […]
My darling, my child, my canvas, lays unfinished, untouched, unloved. It sulks next to the growing cobwebs, Latching from the frame to the windowsill. I glare towards my darling, barely noticed in the corner of my eye, An edge of moonlight caressing its darker sides. My heart aches to tend to her, to show her […]
When Jack was a child, he had every need catered for by his parents; he had no need to worry about food, no need to worry about water, no need to worry about shelter. Viewed as privileged by some, he still played with the kids who struggled to find food, the kids who had no […]
I stand, I walk, I sit. My heart smells of spoiled dreams and promises. My words hold no weight, no semblance of empathy. Yet I stand, mimicking a demeanor of one that holds meaning. None see the mistakes I hold, all too similar to be considered accidental. Yet I walk, staring through the looking glass […]
Daniel gets to the radio station a few minutes late. He rubs his eyes, while running through a couple of excuses in his mind, knowing none of them would work. Daniel walks up to the recording booth, the glowing red “LIVE” sign catching his attention. He looks through the glass door, seeing the boss, his […]
I woke up, not knowing where I was. I woke up in a bed that’s not mine, wearing clothes that are not mine, and in a room that I don’t recognize. My head hurts like hell. I feel like I went too hard on the bottle. It would definitely explain my headache, and why I’m […]
It’s been a while since I’ve seen her; about 6 months since then. I walk up to the house that she grew up in, my mother grew up in, and partly myself. The garden that grew the colorful tomatoes, peppers, and parsley that she used to use in her cooking, was uncatered, vacant, dead. The […]
Josh sits on the couch, rubbing his forehead. He looks at the ceiling, thinking back to the therapy session earlier that day. The same three questions came up every time, over and over again. Have you been working on yourself lately? No, not really. How often do you feel stressed? All the time. How have […]
Alex is one who gets lost in his own thoughts, quite often. Laying his head against the train window, Alex thinks back to the worlds he would create in his mind, sitting in the back of his parents’ car. He remembers looking at the car window, and imagining a ninja with dark clothes running on […]
