Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
ODD KENAll through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
More Odd Ken Quotes
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Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
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In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
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Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
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Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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I’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!
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Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
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And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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To me there was only ever you!
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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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What if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?
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I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.
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There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
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All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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I’ve been quiet most of today. By which I mean I can see myself in the mirror; And believe me it is something hard to look at these days.
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In the end the salt calls the ocean home; and I guess this is why drowning has always been a part of loving you.
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