✨Oddity ✨

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145

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✨Oddity ✨

https://werdsmith.com/oddity

155

Writings

145

Followers

191

Following

My Memory.

✨Oddity ✨

1 min read

She will forever lie in my head,

For many moons, many suns,

Every moment ahead.

She will forever roam my thoughts,

She left a bittersweet trail;

I’m left with Cupid’s shots,

Bleeding out, missing her company,

Her embrace and sweet time,

Why is she not with me?

Even if my brain grows fuzzy,

She’ll persist, never leaving,

My memory.

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Hiii!!

This poem might be a bit boring, but oh well!...

Poetry

Romance

Drops.

✨Oddity ✨

1 min read

Drops on the window,

Reminding me of the tears,

I once cried for you....

Poetry

Drama

Abode.

✨Oddity ✨

1 min read

You were my precious abode,

With kind eyes, a small smile strode,

Into my heart, never cold,

I always thought I found gold.

And you seemed to enjoy me,

My life, stories, company,

No barrier lied between,

Our hearts’ grasp— it was serene.

Until it was revealed one day,

That you yearned to leave me dismay,

When you threw me to the sidewalk,

And since then, we have yet to talk.

Out of the house ...

Poetry

Drama

With Her.

✨Oddity ✨

1 min read

How our talks shined golden,

Like the smile that latched onto my face,

Those rosy words left her lips,

My cheeks held the color for a while.

The moment felt high,

As if it’s sitting on cloud nine,

Never wanting to fall down, slip,

Gripping the cotton with all its might.

I plead for time to slow,

To take a while to breathe,

Yet time doesn’t bat an eye,

Time just walks away,

And leaves me holding...

Poetry

Romance

Seen.

✨Oddity ✨

1 min read

What I’ve had to witness,

Makes me unable to see distances,

What joy could lie that far.

What I was forced to see,

Left me colorblind with vivid memories,

No longer sweet dreams.

What I once beheld has changed,

And it will never return to the same,

State I last seen it in,

And my soul wants to break free,

From the windows it peers from, now glassy,

But instead left to stare in agony.

It’s now...

Poetry

Querencia.

✨Oddity ✨

1 min read

In my little nook, I hide,

Wait for grim days to go by,

Sip some tea, wait for star shine,

_Anything_ to clear my mind.

Halting what dares to interrupt,

Words, now refurbished, now corrupt,

Wonderous promises, torn up,

I wash down with sips from my cup.

With each tick of my clock, I hide in comfort,

Relish in solitude until l'm not hurt,

Wait for my hope to resurrect from the dirt,

As the mag...

Poetry

Friends.

✨Oddity ✨

1 min read

When I sit with you,

My soul turns to gold glitter,

My musings muted,

I wish not to pass, wither,

As my laughter loudly brews,

When you sit with me,

I do hope you also feel,

Like life’s countless crumbs,

Glide into what is ideal,

And gifts you lovely, sweet glee.

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This is just a poem on my Werdsmith that I edited to fit the prompt!

Today’s _author’s offering_ is kinda basic lol:

Hang ...

Poetry

YouTuber Apology.

✨Oddity ✨

1 min read

Camera upright,

Lighting is perfection,

Tears fall freely,

Thanks to those cut onions atop my desk.

Lines memorized,

Fame woven, kept in mind,

Money might burn before my eyes,

Heavens know that can’t happen…

Camera records,

And deeply, I sigh,

Apologizing,

Using bullshit lies,

“I’m sorry”,

“This is hard for me to make”,

“I didn’t know”,

“This video is sponsored by—“

Tears fall more—

Damn, I cu...

Poetry

Humour

The Death Of A Moment.

✨Oddity ✨

1 min read

It was once all butterflies and stars,

With each smile that sprouted,

With each memory recalled.

We reveled each moment,

Housed, unaware of time,

Of how the walls will fall.

When those fateful words were muttered,

Words laced in solemnity,

Pure downcast thoughts, doleful tones,

Our laughter was charred—

Flurrying the air as ash,

A dark feeling, it owns.

It brings me to tears,

How we’ve lost ...

Poetry

Drama

Dear, Old Me…

✨Oddity ✨

1 min read

Dear, old me,

Their thoughts mean nothing,

Chose to be who you desire,

Believe what you want to see.

Dear, old me,

You don’t need to be seen,

By people who’ll see you in memories,

And only care about your surface.

Oh, old me,

Hatred is a honed weapon,

And when you stab someone to flaunt,

It won’t be too pretty.

Just see, old me,

How your thoughts will swirl forever,

Thinking you’re too odd to l...

Poetry