On to week 17. Time sure flies. I still can’t believe I’ve already gotten past 100. I find it quite satisfying trying to come up with things that could be thought provoking. One of the things that I’ve noticed while writing that when I have pieces half finished, I don’t have that “I created this” feeling when I work on it. It feels like it’s just there. Like I’m reading someone else’s writing. It’s a weird feeling. Sometimes when I finish it, it does feel like mine. However, not always. I guess during times when creativity is just flowing through, it feels like words are just spilling onto the page. Like it’s someone else using you as a vessel. If that makes sense.
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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Sometimes it’s hard to forget the people you’ve met in the past, even if you only knew them for a short amount of time. They can still manage to make an impact despite that. However, the impact can unfortunately also be quite negative. Maybe I just think too much, I’m apparently the only one who thinks the way I do. I lose a lot of friends because of the way I think.
January, 30th 2017
112 of 365
Be Whoever You Want To Be
Another day wasted away
As those words echo through by brain
“You’re very important to me”
That, I now know is a lie, obviously
Our time together was very short
But so many things were reassured
You didn’t know how much you hurt
Turning around like that’s all it was worth
You couldn’t even tell me a place
Would you say it with a straight face?
Replacing what you represent
You’re in someone else’s arms again
So this is what it has come to
And inside I knew it was true
I just didn’t want to believe it
I didn’t want to believe it was you
“You’re very important to me”
Tell that to someone else who’s naïve
I couldn’t care less about your needs
Be whoever you want to be
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You can say one thing and it can be that one thing that breaks a friendship. Even if you're still together after, sometimes the feeling is still there.
January, 31st 2017
113 of 365
All Over Again
Rock one way
Lose it all
Take one thing too far
All over again
No impression
Left of depression
Like a weed
Unnecessary
What a takeaway
Purpose on display
I am the only one
Left to be alone
Calling it to myself
I created it
I made it this way
Still complaining
Take one thing too far
All over again
Lose it all
That's my basis?
That's just like me
I'd do this infinitely
And you're still here...
Waiting in pain
Just drop this
I'm no gain
I'd just lose it
All over again
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This piece is experimenting with repetition and structure. It’s not the most original, but it’s something.
February, 1st 2017
114 of 365
Take Another Step
Take another step, take another step
See it to the end, I hope you’ll feel better again
Take another step, take another step
Safety will descend, present needs in pretend
Take another step, take another step
Choices begin to blend, known to apprehend
Take another step, take another step
Nothing around the bend, see it to the end
I hope you’ll feel better again
I hope you’ll feel better again
It needs to be said
It needs to be said
Present needs in pretend
Present needs in pretend
It’s all in my head
It’s all in my head
Take another step, take another step
Results were a lie, an unrequited cry
Take another step, take another step
Mentality will die, why can’t I just fly?
Take another step, take another step
Breathed another sigh, courageously shy
Take another step, take another step
Feeling justified, feeling justified
Why can’t I just fly?
Why can’t I just fly?
It wasn’t for us
It wasn’t for us
Breathed another sigh
Breathed another sigh
I’m just here motionless
I’m just here motionless
I hope you’ll feel better again
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I just watched the film Donnie Darko for the first time. I personally don’t love it as much as everyone else, but I did like it and thought it was enjoyable, interesting, and fresh. I thought I would write a piece based on it. This poem will make more sense if you’ve seen the film, I would think (Unless I suck that bad at summarizing it).
February, 2nd 2017
115 of 365
The Ballad of Donnie Darko
A hole that has been ripped open
To places we don’t even know
It is a world gone sullen
Every time a glimpse is shown
But in this world, I met you
And that seemed worth it
Until I knew the truth
That fate considered you forfeit
I had to find a way around this
I see the path in front of me
Time is an ongoing process
For universal dichotomy
Events that occur seemingly random
The school, the house, the cellar door
All planned by my eternal demons
The deus ex machina held what’s in store
I will accept what I am given
Because I know the truth
To reverse the events that were driven
It had to be done in order to save you
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I was listening to The Strokes, and I became very inspired by their themes. It is quite obvious what this piece is about. I tried to use a 70’s/80’s feel to it (classic rock) with that Strokes garage rock style.
February, 3rd 2017
116 of 365
Lady Lovely
Lady lovely, what a conundrum
Taken through absolute destruction
All the others couldn’t tread
Given up after giving their best
Take it easy, Just sit back
I can show you all the things you didn’t know you lacked
A chemical rush has been my knack
I’ll still keep that one B-52’s song intact
Lady lovely, what a conundrum
Rhythm on point like the beat of a drum
They say that when the eyes meet
It’s obvious what the soul should seek
Take it easy, Just sit back
I can show you all the things you didn’t know you lacked
Drown out all of the feedback
Trembling motions that savor the hijack
Take it easy, Just sit back
I can show you all the things you didn’t know you lacked
Always yearning for the attack
I can still see you in the pitch black
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This piece can be applied to the feelings before any kind of confession, whether it's something you don't want to say, or love. Some confessions are more nerve wracking than others, of course.
February, 4th 2017
117 of 365
A Trial to Confess
I wasn't gutless
Possibly thoughtless
Because I was breathless
Nevertheless
I still tried my best
I've left my nest
With pride in my chest
I fought without rest
Built more with less
Deeds done reckless
And only thought of in jest
This time was a test
On grounds baseless
And no amount gracious
Unexpectedly predacious
I was still so restless
When I confessed
In words audacious
Emotions so priceless
Within homeostasis
I wasn't gutless
Possibly thoughtless
Because I was breathless
Nevertheless
I still tried my best
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This piece is based on how some people can have completely different qualities. People can have amazing creativity, but still fail to start a simple conversation. Like the expression of someone with Asperger's syndrome.
February, 5th 2017
118 of 365
When I Fall Asleep
It's odd that I can easily write
Yet, I cannot do the same when I speak
I fall apart at another person's sight
Can't seem to coordinate my feet
If I have any eloquence at all
It's most definitely not in how I greet
Writing keeps me up when I fall
Asleep
Others don't know who they seek
I don't blame them for walking by
Because I never display who I can be
Does that mean I'm living a lie?
It been so hard for me to recall
When I was on my own two feet
Writing still keeps me up when I fall
Asleep
Commitment that's so faithless
And often played for keeps
Always competing in races
To make each other obsolete
The world is concurrently big and small
With events destine to repeat
Writing keeps me up when I fall
Asleep
No matter how much that I stall
I'll still see what I see
Because writing still keeps me up when I fall
Asleep
When I fall asleep...
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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.
