The Third Annual Oddball Christmas Story- The Lonely Boy on Christmas by Jason Wright-Editor
There once was a town it seemed that was always cold. Even when it was warm it still was always cold. The people were mean. The people weren't [...]
There once was a town it seemed that was always cold. Even when it was warm it still was always cold. The people were mean. The people weren't [...]
Hello, In case you haven't seen me lately, I would like to reintroduce myself. My name is Jason Wright and I am the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. I [...]
O.k, you heard me earlier on the train acting insane, filling the pen with rage now I got the hiccups, and thinking of all the shit I said and I calm [...]
When you stare at a computer screen. When you look out a window. When you stare into a mirror (You are now rocking with) Open the window, and the [...]
Writing the art of Walking in slow motion While everyone flys past you You prove yourself as a distance That they can't get to You are a star a bright constellation [...]
In the clutches of greatness Was a man who wanted to be famous He sat there waiting so long He could have been a waitress or a doctor Cause man, did [...]
I tried to sing about you But my guitar wouldn't let me Instead it wept softly and gently I wanted to sing about how to me you're like family Where when [...]
Damn It's hot in this jacket. Tried time trials Ran the miracle mile Turned the corner Showed my smile Changed my style Ran around loose like a spring unwound Like a [...]
Back to thinking irrational Passion like an animal Lost in the wild Testing my stamina Running on empty No film in the camera I'm Rambo With no ammo Sitting in a [...]
Damn I sucked tonight Horrible on the mic I don't think I like my voice Doesn't sound right Maybe it was the microphone Maybe it was the band Nah they were [...]
12:30 I eat begin to choke But still can breathe fine 1:00 Still choking Can't really concentrate 1:15 go to puke nonchalantly 1:20 Sit back in my chair 1:23 Tell friend [...]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0wHkMPxmSo&feature=player_embedded Thank you and good night! Applause, wait for them to leave Step outside. I see you for three seconds Enough to let my soul show And I retreat back to [...]
My last poem was deleted. It was a poem about a bus driver. I'll try and recite it. Ahem... I'm a bus driver. Some words. More words. A few clever rhymes. [...]
This begins now. I feel good again, its been a long time. Poets, artists lets reconvene, and put life back in to ODDBALL MAGAZINE. I've been depressed I'll admit it, kind [...]
The Giving Tree Eloise was a tree. She grew tall and strong and green feet roots sprouted leg trunks sprouted branch body and branch arms sprouted leaf head and hair. Eloise [...]
"Afghan Den" Crumpled sheets of foil rot in the sunlight, tucked in concrete corners of an old culture center by hands and eyes that shield. The camera flash illuminates the clouded [...]
Dear readers, I feel like I have been gone for a while now, though I am still writing every day. I am glad you come and check this out, I listen [...]
It never stops by 3.14 (Cory Pie) I've got ink in my veins Cut open it drips like rain Splashing the page with all my pain Gushes from my [...]
There once was a town it seemed that was always cold. Even when it was warm it still was always cold. The people were mean. The people weren't green. [...]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvtvH4KhfnM im gonna write a poem, to show you all I do belong, in a winter world, where the pace is long, and I keep on writing to keep it strong. [...]
Alright So our 100th post is approaching. We are extremely excited about the future of Oddball Magazine. Some may notice that there hasn't been updates recently. I have noticed too. We [...]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DboPGkiAr3o well i have had my trials. i know this, but the other day my confidence was tested. i felt like I had turned towards the world, that had turned away [...]
Went to Vinnie T's last night, with my girlfriend. Usually, Vinny T's is our go to place for good mussels, and an option different then Bertuccis. When we walked in we [...]