We may be under the same sky 

But what you see as moving clouds 

My selective attention readjusts and dictates

As me moving this planet to a better place.


– O.D. ©2017


Art by:  RHADS





When threads of thought loom

Into a pattern, subsequently laced

Post-external suggestions

They expand; seek escape,

Good or bad, their cultivation, gives them power 

Eventually, wishing to make themselves known

They, subtly make you aware 

By impulsively

Making your vessel act.


 – O.D. ©2017


Art by: merl1ncz



So in touch with this, you could say,

I quiver when I write

Stuttering from the influx

No doubt, an unbelievable sight.


My mind accommodates

The traffic of an entire planet

Not at all how I planned it,

But exactly how my Maker intended

I like it when they dispute, seeking refuge

Some sort of comfort from discrediting

What they can only hope to understand.


For years, I’ve been at war with myself

Who would I know better

To a level that dwarfs the self?

Tend to unlocking the first gate

Of your consciousness before

Being brazen enough to open my sixth,

This brainiac’s brain casing has been the vestibule

For tethered extra-terrestrial conduits;

Entailing the passenger of this vessel

Knows about Me, Myself

And I – – will always be the one

To tell you, who I am.


– O.D. ©2017


Art by: RHADS




The story of my emotions

Is perhaps my favourite ghost story

Speak to my heart and hear the sonic

Resounding over my cavity.


Purge the thought that im self-righteous

Instead, pair me with the worst the world

Has to offer — little to nothing as compensation;

As favours, nor do I expect any.


Gray matter splattered on paper

Verses serve as a testimony

Of my multifaceted personality;

Idealistic, pragmatic, cynic

No stranger to frustrations of my ambiguity.

Regardless, I work the curve…

Learnt to love me, learnt to love you

But I can’t teach you, how to love you

For you.


– Original-Dante ©2017


Art by:  RHADS




Am I, in love with you

The idea of you;

Or rather, the taintless memory

Of you?

– Original-Dante ©2017


Art by:  ryky



Upon landing, phased so deep

Into the multi-layered parallels

Of perception, so deep, in fact

All they saw was a flicker

Of my visage at vanishing point

Relentlessly venting their inner frustrations

Hopelessly… took them so long 

To realize all they spoke to was the silhouette

Of a figure, long gone.


– Original-Dante ©2017


Art by: BuloArt





The power of words, so strong

Often escapes the minds

Of the uninformed, pull the trigger

If you think it will make you feel any better

Ignoring Karma’s kickback

Will leave your wrist with

The most serpentine twist.  


I speak for what I know to be true,

Everything else? I leave to you

“You’re weird” they said, why?

Because I don’t meet the standard for normalcy?

No, it’s much simpler, see

People settle for that which they can categorize

Fail to fulfil your expected role?

Be forever marked as the wild card.


But that’s okay, for the unknown

Is where I feel most at home;

If your approval is as important

As you think it is, don’t be hurt when I say

“I don’t need it”.


– Original-Dante ©2017


Art by: ryky

On the way (Collaboration)


My contribution to a collaborative poem by Neha from the blog, ForgottenMeadows

You can find the entire collaboration here


On the way to my centre,

I skimmed the journey, retrospectively,

Witnessed all too late,

The many dimensions I had yet to see

Leaked my identity 

Through black on white,

The only language I speak.


Semantics, connotations of my poetry

Underscores and solidi, mark how I,

Identify, mark, group and divide

The makings of my golden mind


There’s the world, how I understand it

Then everything else, in no particular order

On the way, to unravelling me

Their misstep was assuming what they see

Comes from what I write, these are words

That bear shape in thought form, 

Incising and making themselves known

Naturally, through this platform, put simply

What you read is a memory

Stirred in a dish as I wish,

I’ve written, been writing, will write

Tremor-inducing pieces

On the way to making infinity



– Original-Dante ©2017


Art by:  ryky


Intro // ETA:Unknown


I would write your name

But you have yet

To introduce yourself.

– Original-Dante ©2017


*The picture is of me at the Phi-phi Islands




Charted that which fastens my essence

Grin on her face, proud

That she pierced my armour …

Armour, In which, for her,

I had already shed?


– Original-Dante ©2017


Art by: ivanalekseich