Solo | Oddity
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Free verse. Stands like a thorn among roses, that is me. A cloud amid shimmering stars, I shall be...

Solo | Oddity

Solo | This free verse piece is part of 'Solo,' a collection of nine poems dedicated to the concept of isolation, solitude and individuality.

Solo | Oddity

Stands like a thorn among roses,

Stands like a thorn among roses, that is me.

Stands like a thorn among roses, that is me. A cloud amid shimmering stars,

Stands like a thorn among roses, that is me. A cloud amid shimmering stars, I shall be.

Stands like a thorn among roses, that is me. A cloud amid shimmering stars, I shall be. The fish among graceful sirens

Stands like a thorn among roses, that is me. A cloud amid shimmering stars, I shall be. The fish among graceful sirens of the sea.

My eyes are not made of honey

My eyes are not made of honey sickly sweet.

My eyes are not made of honey sickly sweet. My lips not the daisy petals

My eyes are not made of honey sickly sweet. My lips not the daisy petals 'pon the street.

My eyes are not made of honey sickly sweet. My lips not the daisy petals 'pon the street. My skin not the flawless canvass,

My eyes are not made of honey sickly sweet. My lips not the daisy petals 'pon the street. My skin not the flawless canvass, but the peat.

Odd beyond all recognition,

Odd beyond all recognition, they described.

Odd beyond all recognition, they described. Strange beyond what people know

Odd beyond all recognition, they described. Strange beyond what people know is alive.

Odd beyond all recognition, they described. Strange beyond what people know is alive. Going against what's expected

Odd beyond all recognition, they described. Strange beyond what people know is alive. Going against what's expected or prescribed.

Left in the dust and forgotten

Left in the dust and forgotten is my name.

Left in the dust and forgotten is my name. Shoved to the back after giving

Left in the dust and forgotten is my name. Shoved to the back after giving up the game.

Left in the dust and forgotten is my name. Shoved to the back after giving up the game. Dropped once it's known that I won't

Left in the dust and forgotten is my name. Shoved to the back after giving up the game. Dropped once it's known that I won't stay the same.

Walking alone in the moonlight,

Walking alone in the moonlight, I remain.

Walking alone in the moonlight, I remain. Despondent while my recognition

Walking alone in the moonlight, I remain. Despondent while my recognition is defamed.

Walking alone in the moonlight, I remain. Despondent while my recognition is defamed. Stands like a thorn among roses

Walking alone in the moonlight, I remain. Despondent while my recognition is defamed. Stands like a thorn among roses in the rain.

And the pain.

END

Oddity

Oddity by Ann Sepino (annsepino.mystrikingly.com)

Thank you for reading! If you have the time, please feel free to read Winters' 'The Girl and her Monster.' It's a story we brainstormed over and they wrote a few days back. I'll leave a link to it in the comment section. :)

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