An Oddity Myself

I was having a bad day.... :)

I thought you were so strange

I called you "An oddity, in a good way"

But how contradicting of me

A storm has been brewing inside of me

So deep it's hard to explain

A volcanic temperment

Sinister and horrifying in nature

Once exploded, buring all edges of my fragile being

My ignorance was my bliss

Until a raging wind of acid

Sinched holow cavities within my soul

melted my heavens into my personal hell

I thought death was easier than life

I was right

One day I desire a multitude of glory

The next I despair in my own shortcommings

My hope is a cripple pretending she can still walk

I draw the demonic ice to my own heart

Sucumbing to my darkest fears

They are alive

And so why did I judge another

I am my own insane asylum

I am an oddity myself

 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I think we are all oddities of a sort; particularly those who are artistically inclined. Something very like a mild insanity is involved in the creative process which drives writers, poets, painters, sculptors and artists of all types I believe. Its in our blood and our hearts as well as our overzealous minds. A great insightful piece, sharing the craziness here in the Appalachians. A great read.