It is now week 10. Continuing on ahead! I just finished my finals for this semester, and studying for those tests messed up my sleeping schedule. I’ve been trying really hard to fix it, I even stayed up 24 hours just to try and force it to go back. It’s been a struggle, but I’ll do my best!

As usual, for those of you who do not know why I am doing this, I will quote my first article here:

“I have realized that a great way to keep sane when you’re busy (especially with very tedious work) is to keep your creativity flowing. So recently, I have decided to start a sort of creative goal for myself. I’m going to write 365 poems. That is one every day without stopping. This is all free form and off the cuff. So if it’s short, long, good, and/or crap, that is up for you to decide.”

Please enjoy.

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Those beautiful moments when the sun sets, especially with someone you care about.

December 12^th, 2016

63 of 365

Reminiscence of Dusk

What a beautiful radiance
From ethereal to a cadence
That burning distance of iridescence
Through a sky of white condense
Colors emerging in minutes
Off the whites, a red-orange summit
A short time for these beautiful moments
Captured intensely with forward motion
And your eyes reflect that notion
A sunset filled with one conclusion
Feelings felt only in reclusion
Confided with mutual emotion
And yes, your eyes reflect that notion
Through the twilight, in your presence
Sealed with a kiss, no reluctance
Hazy mist of remained substance
Reminiscence of your benevolence
What a beautiful radiance
From ethereal to a cadence
That burning distance of iridescence
Through a sky of white condense
And so irresistibly immense

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People try to force things that really don't work because they're lost in whatever emotions they are having, rather than looking at their situation logically. They even push aside glaring issues for their own feelings! What problems love can create!

December 13^th, 2016

64 of 365

Incompatible

Don't have the right mind to stay in line
Given every kind of sign for my time
Even when our flow has a rhythm and rhyme
Looked for the wrong kind, missed all the signs

Reserved to an unknown degree
Brute force relayed soullessly
Playing it cool, so ignorantly
For complete and utter autonomy

Deserved it all for reluctance
Pain related without substance
Neglected every single sufferance
To the point of redundancy

Intertwined by consecration
The only point of correlation
Lost your formal animation
Living by your segregation

What others couldn't perceive
Not even I could believe
A conscious form in bereave
Antecedent to deceive

Questions always left unanswered
Regrets realized like terminal cancer
Shouldn't have been the second chancer
Who lost their soul to the pleading romancer

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Whatever you believe in, religiously or scientifically, you can't deny that we've been given life. Us as humans need to get over petty thoughts and emotions and try our best to survive. Never give up. There's always something bigger than you out there, but you can still try.

December 14^th, 2016

65 of 365

At Least Try

Sharing the world with all of you
Unlimited power through and through
As the heavens rain upon truth
Every being begins in youth

Open up to this new world
Given to every boy and girl
Trust is found seldom, like a pearl
Cherish those found like a priceless mural

Relentless is the call of nature
Full of unending danger
Take what you have and respect each other
A mother, a lover, a friend, another

All the supplies are hear for you to survive
And a healthy desire to keep yourself alive
Logic and instinct can make you thrive
If you use it right to enrich this life

Take a step forward and at least try

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There's both wrong and right most of the time on both sides of arguments, but never a compromise. Things would be easier if we got over emotions and compromised, both sides. Ego always gets in the way though.

December 15^th, 2016

66 of 365

The Wrong in Right

Feelings to abhor
They don't matter anymore
A mind so sore
From over conscious lore
Therefore opened up again
Those cathartic letters I send
Just what you'd recommend
Grateful for solitary sins
Then opinions are nil
Bite my tongue of sheer will
Write my code, for ego's fill
In the air, with open gills
Until terror transcends
See the hand that I lend?
Will this be a common trend,
Forgetting ever to depend?
When will you share?
When will you care?
Can actions be fair
When you're unprepared?
Tear those letters that I sent
To be completely content
Forget the time that was spent
Stop being so reticent
Bent the truth into a lie
Every word reeks of belie
Hoping one will realize
To stop to see the wrong in right

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This piece is based on waning care for someone that evaporates over time. It’s something we never want, but it happens in life. It's usually because people become lost in their emotions or their current selves. They forget or want to forget their past like it never happened. Someone always remembers, though, and it's always bitter-sweet.

December 16^th, 2016

67 of 365

Lost, Missing

Conscious of my behavior
Knowing the damage it’s caused
Why do I constantly favor
This infamous applause?

In front of you, I sit and listen
The questions have finally risen
Modesty tainted by pride
Is that even worth living by?

I see the downfall of it all
And you still trust in my call
Can’t you see the broken laws?
Or any sign of fault?

I’ve drained myself again
Under your supervision
We know it is a sin
Just another form of derision

Like a flailing animal
So much so, we can’t handle
We tried so hard to save
The one last breath it gave

I knew it well
Despite its first meeting
From what I could tell
It was lost, it was missing

Yes, I knew it well.

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This is kind of a juvenile poem about your first kiss, but I will post it here unashamedly. It’s short and sweet, just like a first kiss.

December 17^th, 2016

68 of 365

That First Experience

That first experience.
Inexplicable in feeling,
Treading the ground of reverence
Signs we’ve been revealing
I could hear her breath,
Sitting so close
Heart beating out of our chest
As the pressure rose
Should I go for it?
Should I wait?
Would she want it?
What do I say?
The sun sets over the tilled field
As this moment is concealed
I wonder what the future yields
… I wonder what our future yields

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This piece is inspired by the deep sorrow of blues poetry, in a semi-southern writing style. It's inspired by the late, great BB King (The bad grammar is there on purpose).

December 18^th, 2016

69 of 365

I Was Born This Way

I went to that place, and there was nothing to see
Just a reflection staring back at me
What is now is not what it used to be
Is that reflection really me?

I lived my life like it could have ended tomorrow
Everything I own through the words I borrow
Friends come, but mostly go sour
Longest probably about an hour

Dressed for the occasion that I create
Always on a triple blind date
So willing, I don’t even compensate
There never was a lock on that gate

I was never good with words
Because I never really learned
I like to blame the drink for my dismay
But I know deep inside, I was born this way.

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Thank you so much for reading. Please let me know if you have any feedback, thoughts, or topics for me to write about.