MrOdd Poems
MrOdd Poems is a collection of poems created by Greg that he kept on his MrOdd website. (Source) They were all written in 2004
Rambling Confusion
I write as I go... following word after word... what shall I say today as I scratch my crotch and listen to nails grace my face... my ears.
Try to save my mind but my mind just falls away... away from what I saw today, tomorrow, last week... I'm gone.
In finding myself I see only confusion and mixed perception. Oooh diggity, is it the best of November yet? Is it the one day I seek out every waking day of the year? Is it the day I finally find meaning, only to lose it all again the next, 364 away from the day I wanted to always be a part of, endlessly.
I found a condo today... an apartment... but is she a druggie? Will she really take me in, or blow me out? I found a cozy shell amongst a cluster amongst patches, amongst earthly structures amongst existence...
The French woman sings in my ear of how she loves me unless I am one of them ~ the devil no... the god no... the pergist... no.
Unless I am what her father told her to hate... I feel so alone with you, no you, no you, all of you, no, just you. It is as if the world turns inward, asking me to feel complete, and what I find is what I seek most is something I can't even imagine... just yet.
Mmm... embrace me... oh do embrace me... or will you just let this all go... I don't want you to touch me, just stay for a while... or maybe I would feel better if you had never showed up from the source.
I don't see love in what is so fragile as human perception... you seem to like my smile... but wait... would you like his smile on my face better? Is it because I am me? What is "me"? A combination of chemicals that if they were to change you would convict me for life in the category of insane!?
No... I think I'm done with looking, seeking, feeling... If I placed this knife, in your throat, if I slit, tugged, pulled away at your organs... you would not love me any longer... If I were so insane...
Maybe mothers are those most divine... I love you son, but you must die... she says... you've killed too many cats, dogs, people... and after you die, so will I... she says... she says... she says... oh gosh.
It looks like I'll have to kill you mom.
I am Gregory James Daniel... and I am lonely beyond what any comfort could silence.
Tribute To Sane Boys
[Now Kids, Beware, This Poem May Give You A Scare]
I want to have sex with her,
But if she were here, I wouldn't.
I want to rub her every corner,
But if she were here I'd gag.
I'm talking about the porn star,
The one I masturbate to,
But would never actually touch...
In real life...
I want to experiment,
Position after position,
But only if I don't have to move...
Only if it's all in my mind.
I want to bump, rub, lick, rub...
But only if it's a fantasy.
I want to masturbate...
But I just did that...
I want to take a dump...
But I don't feel like it...
I want to pee...
I want to puke...
I want to feel...
I want to DO something...
Warm?
But I just don't feel like it...
I want to look into her eyes,
And tell her it's just a fling...
I want to have sex with her,
But only in a ghetto dream...
I would not actually touch her,
Unless she were my stroking hand,
I want to masturbate...
But I just did that.
Skye
Today I walked into our building...
I saw you... and you...
And the same boy,
Talking to the walls that he called friends.
I looked into your eyes,
And your eyes...
And your soul...
I didn't feel you burn my brain...
But I bet you felt me...
Today I realized that there is hope in this world...
Not you... you... or you.
I only see a sane reflection,
And your not standing by me.
I've learned to ignore you,
Because you bore me --- into a category...
One that I find pathetic...
Just like you?
Today was just like every other day...
Except today was one day closer...
To the day that I never have to see you again.