Pursuing onward in my goal, with this being week 21. I have gotten extremely interested in a very popular video game recently called Dark Souls. The whole world building and the ambiguous way the story is told is very interesting to me. I can’t help that the entire basis of its story is death, but what can you do? Just like my very last poem last week, you will see glimpses of that style of ambiguous, dark storytelling in my recent poetry. Also, have you heard of a band called Neutral Milk Hotel? Yeah, I got into that too. Even more ambiguous, and crazy inspirations!

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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This piece is greatly inspired by a Neutral Milk Hotel song called “A Baby For Pree.” This piece’s subject matter focuses more on premature birth. On a side note, I am a premature baby myself.

February, 27^th 2017

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It Wasn’t Expected

The birth of a new life
Trivial in its moments
Has taken its first sight
The beakers were broken
To keep it alive
Losing the chest to the hide

Night lights give in
To dreams unfulfilled
As the sun burns the skin
Of treatment distilled
To the eternal sin
The place it’s always been

Tired of trying
Just hold on once more
Results end up dying
Not once like before
Just end up lying
Live echoes of it crying

Stop letting it down
Just for your attention
When no one’s around
You flame your contention
It was only a pound
Enough to scrape the ground

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This piece’s subject matter needs no explanation. Just broadening my topical choices, and taking on more controversial subjects as I continue this journey.

February, 28^th 2017

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Cuckold

What is this?
I cannot seem to believe
Was it his?
I didn’t think you could deceive
Ignorance is bliss
That really is what I need
It’s all turned to shit
I’m beaten to the concrete

You can’t see
The way that I’ve always felt
Was it me?
Or what you’re missing under the belt?
It can’t be
These were words that were misspelt
What are we?
After the damage has been dealt?

Your face is whiter than the sand
So is the coldness of your hands
The trust I couldn’t reprimand
The trust I couldn’t reprimand
You seem to misunderstand
The things that I thought were grand
The truth I couldn’t face again
The truth I couldn’t face again

So this is how you let this end.

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People can hurt without realizing it, and others do not realize they are being hurt (denial, pushing it to the side, ect). The people that hurt sometimes see it, and end it if they have any heart to do so. It all depends on the person. Some relish in their “power.”

March, 1^st 2017

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Crystallized Shards

I continue to sacrifice
It's my payment for my price
Not once or twice
But now it has been thrice
Pits of pity I fall
Not that you've cared at all
Should've known my luck's crawl
Wretched love that is appalled
This pit has caught me
Again in my eternity
I'm glad for one thing
It's that, you cannot see
I'm rusting in my egoism
Reluctant to change again
Struggling in my mission
Of love I've been missing
Truth doesn't come easily
Even so, I wouldn't believe
See my difficulty?
Hateful in that pity
For that I don't blame
Now, a truth that's sane!
A reputation by name
Can be sullied in vain
I continue to sacrifice
It's my payment for my price
I understand my pure vice
Crystallized shards of ice
See my difficulty?
I still cut unwittingly
I'm glad for one thing
It's that, you cannot see

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Yet another controversial topic. I decided to tackle the subject of a rape victim. I took an approach where I reused the first lines on purpose, like they’re reoccurring memories of the trauma. I apologize to anyone who is sensitive to this.

March, 2^nd 2017

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Broken All of Me

Violated from my head to my toes
It is this that no one knows
The history cannot be shown
Violated from my head to my toes

The other side is all so clear
It is the white of my own fear
The grim sight I cannot steer
The other side is all so clear

What's now erected for release
Excitement through a perilous please
A victim blamed for trust deceived
What's now erected for release

Read the lips of a devil's sins
Ones who commit again and again
See their reason to leave us broken
Read the lips of a devil's sins

Because...

I'm violated from my head to my toes
It is this that no one knows
The history cannot be shown
I'm violated from my head to my toes

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Knowing far too much so, being closed off can be terrible. Of course you don’t want everyone to know everything about you, but keeping darkness inside you will only eat you from the inside out, or burst into flames at any given notice.

March, 3^rd 2017

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Closed Off

Cold, dark, and sudden
The many dangers of being reluctant
Yielding nothing but pain
Involving other’s in the strain
Persevere the way you see fit
Take anything you can get
The course if a difficult ride
Some even consider it suicide

Cold, dark, and sudden
The many dangers of being reluctant
And try as hard as you might
There’s no sympathy in the night
Bystanders don’t see the loss
They’ll avoid you at all costs
Knowing the truth in that resolve
You’ll know which meaning to evolve

Cold, dark, and sudden
The many dangers of being reluctant
Just look inside of yourself
You’ll find who truly needs help
No one can give you what you need
Or the words that you seek
Will that hate into survival
For a future destined for revival

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This piece in particular is inspired by Dark Souls II, especially the very first cut scene of the game. Very basic rhyme pattern and structure with this one. However, I structured the story in a way so that other interpretations can be made.

March, 4^th 2017

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A Decision’s Flame

From primal internal trust
The abyss has opened up
Willing a taste of summoning
Beckoning those who know nothing
Just open your soul to it
You’ll feel the flame as it is lit
Place complete faith in the nameless
There’s no other course for the tameless
Because anew will transpire
Currently turning the past on fire
Wake up with little recollection
As many senses guide your direction
For others have done the same thing
With paths closed off at the seems
You’ll find the truth in this world
Bypassing the origin of the curled
Trekking the path of the bruised and torn
Worthy of being perfectly reborn

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This piece is very inspired by the dark atmosphere of Dark Souls and Edgar Allan Poe’s work. I purposefully made the rhyming scheme off on this one to give it a natural progression. However, I’m sure I unintentionally rhymed, so pardon me if it’s a bother when it comes to the flow. I gave it a bit of ambiguity, but it can all be read into, and everything has a purpose.

March, 5^th 2017

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Through The Darkness

Through the veil of the darkness
I see something I don’t want to admit
It looks like something so familiar
With vision blurred in the murkiness
A voice heard in the distance
Drowned out in a somber reverb
Words I speak cannot be heard
Sound is dampened by the water
With eyes I see that have no body
Paralyzed by its disgrace
I see the path it wants me to take
Through the bog of insanity
I sense a calm in this cacophony
I see something I don’t want to admit
Ascending the height of anxiety
I still see something I don’t want to admit
The dirge can be heard as clear as day
The fog, the reverb, the darkness
It has all gone away
But the thing that I still see
Is a reflection of what’s inside of me
And where it has led me astray
Any dream can become a nightmare
So much has been shown
In the eyes of my dear
My dear

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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.