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Update

Hey! Um, there isn’t going to be a story post this week, today. In fact I don’t know when next there will be. Entirely because I haven’t come up with any story ideas in a while. To give you a little inside baseball I tend to be weeks ahead on stories. However, I haven’t had an idea in awhile. I don’t intend to stop writing short stories, just i don’t know when the next one will be. Not happy about it but it is what it is, i guess. Anyway, that’s all I have to say for now. Still, going to be four poetry posts per week. That’s not going away. Maybe I’ll repost some of the original stories I released on here, but truth be told not thrilled about the idea, so we’ll see.

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Thank you!

As you might be able to guess from the title there is no content being posted here. Instead this is simply a short thanks.

Thank you from me to you for all the views, likes and comments in 2021. You don’t know how much it means to me that anyone looks at what I post let alone more than in 2020.

Also I hope you had a Merry Christmas and have a fantastic New Year!

Hope to see you all in 2022 for more content.

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Starting by breaking my own rules

Hi everyone, this is my first post and just like the title says I’m going to start by breaking my own rules. Well its less a rule and more a statement I put in the About section of this site, but that’s just splitting hairs. So I said everything I write is and will be creative, but I’m going to start by talking (briefly I promise) about my influences when I write, anything really. So here we go.

My influences come from a lot of different places but are really no different, I’d guess, than where anyone else would get inspiration, namely books, films, TV (what little I watch), music, games (my favourite medium) and just everyday life in general.

Now that probably sounds like a wide range of places to take inspiration from, and it is, but still the genres I tend to gravitate most toward are fantasy and sci-fi related (I’m not writing science-fiction each time, sorry). That doesn’t mean I don’t consume anything outside those genres, it just means that is what resonates most with me and inspires me to write. Some examples would be Mass Effect, Star Wars, Elder Scrolls, Dune, Witcher (books and games), Destiny and Halo.

But I think that little introduction is enough for this first post, and I swear that from now on the posts will not be focused on me (and my ramblings). In fact a lot will likely be poem type posts. I won’t give any exposition to such posts. I’ll just post them and you can interpret their meaning in a way that resonates with you.

Garner To Steal

I hear you wish to garner favour;
Never will it be done with your behaviour.
Charged in without a thought or sense.
Now you plead for recompense.
Disjointed in your way of thinking.
So you hold us captive until we are sinking.
Beyond the realms of being saved.
Best description for the act is depraved.
Unleashed by a hand most enthralled by violence.
All that remains are the eons of deathly silence.
Formed to shapes which do not belong.
The only word we speak is cried; wrong.
Hallucinations fashioned from decayed bombs,
Over these methods you hold no qualms.
Polluted into red venomous bile.
Demanding everyone else is put to trial.
Cape of thorns hangs off your back.
Wallow in the darkest pit of black.
Orders which you declare with joy.
To you we are nothing but a toy;
Objects to be manipulated.
In preparation for us to be subjugated.
Twisting histories to form a narrative.
For you that is most imperative.
Cementing your dominion over all.
From here on out all we shall do is stall.
Favour ripped from our mangled hands.
Alongside it came the conquering of these lands.
Behaviour damned when you stole the world.
Leathery wings of desecration unfurled.

Midnight In Minutes

Our world is on fire.
Cause has been our desire.
In this age of desperate introspection;
Contemplation is needed to stem the infection.
Ignore the signs and wait for the blade.
Either way the universe will be getting repaid.
Salvation or sacrifice;
These are the only options that will suffice.

Disease is so far along.
Can’t you see we were wrong?
Obsessed with our own little fixations.
Twisted our homes into rank abominations.
Carving deep into the priceless skin.
This is malice we are living within.
Judgement or cataclysm;
Soon will come for our lack of revision.

Ragnarok is around the bend.
An SOS will not halt the end.
Genocide wrought by our contempt.
The hands of time are almost spent.
What do we all need,
To understand toward oblivion we speed?
Death or decision;
Time to choose or accept extinction.

Skies Over Boiling Sea

Mounted to galleons, we’re carved to the mast.
Implored and exploited we look at the past.
What was, will forever be.
Claims that we cry over the skies of a boiling sea.

Fashioned from mistakes repeated each day.
So little is filled with our personal say.
Slay the expectations freely.
Disaasociate with what the universe wants ideally.

Made wicked by the permanent shift in demand.
Feels like our universe is balanced on a strand.
One false move we’re going down.
No wonder we’re living with masks to hide the frown.

Mashed into cookie cutter uniform outline shape.
On the outside we look like things meant to bake.
Why do we call this OK?
Hope is quickly fading under the light of stupidity.

Bolted into our mainframe of pure madness.
Still we wonder why there is such sadness.
Fixated on a useless point.
Its as if we wish to break along a weak joint.

Having drive doesn’t always lead to a prize.
Yes that is quite the confusing surprise.
But it is so true.
Instead it can lead us to being…

Mounted to galleons, we’re carved to the mast.
Implored and exploited we look at the past.
What was, will forever be.
Claims that we cry over the skies of a boiling sea.

Shot Through

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

Courageous in but its not coming out.
Pierce it through with all the doubt.
Mounted high and observed too long.
Where is it coming from?
Questions stated with answers unknown.
Feels like predictions of dog with a bone.

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

Jagged at the edge of bringing relief.
Someone again is calling for a chief.
Analyse and comprehend what might be OK.
Here is how it fades away.
Hobbled by a dimension in rutted groove.
That should be the cue for a change in mood.

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

Value placed upon the outspoken.
Acting as though they are the awoken.
Agend wrapped in shrouds and shills.
Why is it this always spills?
Comments passed without an urge.
Soon will come the endless purge.

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

Ratchet the response and make a claim.
If it goes wrong simply point the blame.
Handsfree is not meant to excuse.
Days stolen by a ruse.
With complication never overcome.
This is where piles the mound of scum.

Light in the dark.
Breaking of a heart.
Shot through with screams.
Here come the dreams.

My Angel

Winter berries and heavy snow,
From where I once lived with you.
Memories are strong and filled with joy.
Do you remember how you called me boy?
A joking jab aimed at my youthful looks.
While my face was shoved in amongst my books.
And how you have have weathered fairly.
At times I find it to be scary.
For why am I graced with such an angel?

Spring song with rivers that rush;
You remain my premanent crush.
Smiling wide without a solitary care.
How I admire that we are still right here.
Living as we think for us is the best fit.
For in this garden of Eden we love to sit.
No remorse for what has come before.
All of it stands outside our door.
And how am I still graced by you angel?

Summer sun and a need to hide;
About now we could do with a nearby tide.
To cool our bodies and our minds.
That sun is so intense with how it blinds.
But speak ill we do not choose to do.
For these moments are but a few,
And summer brings the joys of exploration.
Alongside them burst our invigoration.
Yet I cannot overcome how you are my angel.

Autumn has returned once more;
Its leaves are endlessly knocking at our door.
Days are cooler and nights quite mild.
To me being here with you is what makes me smile.
It might sound soppy but I don’t care.
You and me was my only prayer,
And it was answered so I’m content.
When I said bliss this is what I meant.
Still at a loss when I see you my angel.

Strive

Youth is just as much a state of mind,
Do it justice and you will be paid in kind.
Sidestep the vicious and watch them plummet.
All while you scale ever closer to the summit.
Suite of victory at your beck and call.
Ignore the haters as they scream; obscene fool.
Too many tyrants think they have the right.
Time to show them they don’t shine so bright.
Quite a disruption devils wish to bring.
Watch them in line while you soar and sing.
Jealous and callous the claims start to show.
Wave goodbye just before you depart so,
They feel taunted and mocked by your reaction.
Nothing will carve them better into a fraction.
Disarm the dissent they believed mattered most.
In truth they are little more than miserable ghost.
Embroiled in conflict and destined for doom.
It’s why all they accept is payment in gloom.
Fade from their eyes and shine like a star.
Doing such is setting the highest bar.
Daring others to strive.

Soul Mated

On the breeze I hear you call my name,
And everytime it brings back all my shame.

Why did I not listen like you told me too?
Why am I trapped when I’m without you?

Passion born in moments is paradise for the soul.
Cling to the seconds regardless of control,
Cause what matters most is to say I dared,
Not sit alone and wallow in being scared.
Do it too long and you will submit.
These are the words I found on a writ.

Out at sea is where I felt your touch,
Sometimes it could be a tad too much.

How is it I can’t change my thinking?
And how are you still not sick of my sinking?

Passion born in moments is paradise for the soul.
Cling to the seconds regardless of control,
Cause what matters most is to say I dared,
Not sit alone and wallow in being scared.
Do it too long and you will submit.
These are the words I found on a writ.

In the desert sands I saw you standing there,
It could not have been real but still I did stare.

Who am I to have a chance in hell?
Who did I save to be put under your spell?

Passion born in moments is paradise for the soul.
Cling to the seconds regardless of control,
Cause what matters most is to say I dared,
Not sit alone and wallow in being scared.
Do it too long and you will submit.
These are the words I found on a writ.

Flower fields is where I caught your scent,
All the while asking where it is you went.

When did I forget the time and place?
When will I get an end to my disgrace?

Passion born in moments is paradise for the soul.
Cling to the seconds regardless of control,
Cause what matters most is to say I dared,
Not sit alone and wallow in being scared.
Do it too long and you will submit.
These are the words I found on a writ.

My lack of taste is all that remains;
All the food I eat tastes like ash from out of drains.

Where is it that I have to go?
Where I feel I have to know?

Passion born in moments is paradise for the soul.
Cling to the seconds regardless of control,
Cause what matters most is to say I dared,
Not sit alone and wallow in being scared.
Do it too long and you will submit.
These are the words I found on a writ.

Opulence In Crimes

Four thirty pm and not a place to be.
Twiddling my thumbs like I’m waiting for glee.
When a sharp strike is cast down from the sky.
Biting air I try to reconsider all things that made me shy;
Funnel the efforts and mount my defences.
Quiet is but a period to prepare pretenses.

Nine fifteen and I’m totally lost.
Whatever is the payment, I lack the cost.
With versions of cruelty ready in the wings.
Tonight we will dine and feast as if we are high kings;
Opulence grafted into the minds of vermin.
As we stand we realise we are undeserving.

Two ten am and its time to go.
You would not understand why that is so.
Mistakes were made with contracts in blood.
No I never considered about whether there was a should;
Greed wrapped tight and to it I swore.
Now stop the questions before the closing of this door.

Too late, its been slammed right shut.
Key in the lock twisted and now you’ve been got.
Prized your addiction and built like a magnate.
Deep down you were always an ingrate.
Siphoning monies never meant for your hand.
For your crimes you will lose the ability to stand.
What say you, I don’t really care.
Yes it is best if you do little but stand there.
While judgement is rendered and so it can come rolling through.
Whatever you wished for its never coming true.
Stamp out those hopes and sell off your dreams.
For your debt is eternal now let me hear those screams.

Eighteen years later I’m still in the grave.
Digging and digging without a hint of brave.
For fortunes have turned and now I am resigned.
And no word spoken in passing is ever going to be kind.
I reaped what I sowed and so I understand.
Destruction was necessary for I perverted the land.

Bleed The Vaults

Mother of all creation, why?
We sail across this endless sea birthed by how you did cry!
Drowning in constant dread for impending doom.
Signled out is how came about the tomb.
Our sacred texts and shattered ships.
These short lives which won’t seem to eclipse.
Twisted by feats we are challenged with.
Why are these the things you have to give?

Paralysis in preparation.
Stagnation sounds like a interpretation.
Bleed the vaults of what once was hope.
Sign our death certificate with an crooked stroke.

Father of our resurrection lie;
Were any words ever spoken so you could vie?
Fight for power to conquer us natives.
Weaving us in circles like dead creatives.
Rusted to the blocks which pulled us down.
Throughout it all you made us beg to your crown.
With violation the only item on your list.
Our existence for you was eternally dismissed.

Paralysis in preparation.
Stagnation sounds like a interpretation.
Bleed the vaults of what once was hope.
Sign our death certificate with an crooked stroke.

Brother of fated seperations cry;
Our options are bleak and we seek your guidance nigh.
For on the horizon is the final shape.
If we cannot linger then our souls will gape.
Be torn against the watery depths of death.
Never again be capable of taking a breath.
So we beg of you please give us aid.
Whatever you ask we will ensure it is repaid.

Paralysis in preparation.
Stagnation sounds like an interpretation.
Bleed the vaults of what once was hope.
Sign our death certificate with a crooked stroke.

Wolf In The Pen

Paint your crosshairs across my faded heart.
See if I care when you threaten me in the dark.
You see me but I am blind to the sight of you.
What is carved deep within has been created too.
Madness dressed in lies to expose and inflame.
This disease is deadly cause its reached my brain.
No more wanting to be twinned and screaming.
Get those hooks from me, I will keep whining.
Pain is no metaphor when it strikes like a blade.
All these words you speak are excuses repaid.

Dingy and shrunken is how I’ve become.
From my memory you have sucked all the fun.
Torture the deities and leave me for the crows.
Company is better for they are honest in throes.
Daring and darling not words I can stand.
They remind me of your favourite fetid style and brand.
Snakes for skin and spiders for eyes.
Demon that is barely wearing a disguise.
Claim here is strong but that’s how I feel.
Too much time from me I allowed you to steal.

Pick out the fragments and sow shrapnel deep.
Every moment I am reminded of the weak.
Counted amongst the creeping crones.
Before long I might be nothing but bones.
Sharpened me against the walls of dread.
Peeling back my universe until all skin I had shed.
Sick sense of purpose that afflicts what is you.
In that cesspool is where you left me to stew.
What sort of monster should you be counted among?
From my point of view whatever you are should never be sung.

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