The Odd Guy Blog
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, […]
A Big city and a little guy That’s how I pictured myself sitting on the rooftop. This place wasn’t expected to be sweet, nor peaceful, nor the keys to a better future. And as far as I’ve seen, it’s still none of those things. Yet, I was told this city isn’t what it used to […]
Love is a risk, One most rewarding and well-known. One where you must put in all of yourself, On a bet to obtain bliss of near sanctity. With no secrets that can be hidden, With all your shameful sins uncovered, You must lay yourself bare, No longer hidden by your tailored mask. Love is a […]
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 […]
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 […]
Here I am, standing here with my lack of warmth. People say I have soft hands, but a cold touch. My search for heat is not my fault, I’ve gone this far without any glow, any brightness. Warm skin, maybe that’s what I seek; a loving hand to caress my iced tips, an embrace to […]
Stanley sighed deeply, gazing out towards the unreachable vision of success, on the living room couch. “What a mess,” he kept thinking to himself, “what do I do now?” He had been applying to jobs nonstop, and none of them had gotten back to him. It had been two months since he had finally finished […]
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 […]
