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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.

Faceless Pseudonyms

Anonymous is so incongruous,
But is that even right to say?
Not sure but I wish it to be that way.
Cause too many hide behind a mask.
Feels like going from first to last.
Lagging at the back of the line.
Every word I say be dubbed a crime.
With no one real to back a point.
Everything is starting to disjoint.
Juxtapose against what it once was,
And all for a: just because.
Don’t you think that sounds off?
I know some of you might scoff.
Berate me for being out of touch.
Well if this is reality its got too much.
Derailed and slammed into a wall.
In desperate need of a withdrawal.
Reset performed upon the masses.
Far too many have been given free passes.
Allowed to twist and lie to win.
Ignorance has become the dumbest sin.
Blooming all around the world.
Upon this bonfire this should be hurled.
My opinion and not well loved.
It’s why I know I will soon be shoved.
Banished to the darkest corner.
Where everyone will dub me the mourner.
Out of touch and out of time.
Never let me speak another line.
But still it doesn’t change the fact.
That faceless pseudonyms have been backed.
For far too long and without reprieve.
I feel there is no one left to believe.
Anonymous is so incongruous.

Eighth Sphere

Reach for Neptune.
Scream those words for all to hear.
It is all that has to matter my dear.

Being fashionable is so contrived.
Soon the meteroite will have arrived.
Looming larger upon the horizon.
No one said that I despise them.
They’re just words to drive a wedge.
Much rather be descending on a sledge.
Down the slopes of brilliant snow.
No this is not a metaphor though.
Read too deep you’ll be disappoined.
Human minds are so very disjointed.
Organisation is not what it should be.
Success with it requires a degree.

Reach for Neptune.
Scream those words for all to hear.
It is all that has to matter my dear.

Take things serious it will hurt.
May even render you inert.
Querying what matters least.
When you should be busy with a feast.
A thirst for knowledge and progress.
Yes your mind like mine is a mess.
But wouldn’t you rather be alive?
Then be sifting through this quagmire.
It’s spreading fast and you’re sinking slow.
Sooner or later it will cut your flow.
Leave you only with; it’s all gone.
In that there is not an ounce of fun.

Reach for Neptune.
Scream those words for all to hear.
It is all that has to matter my dear.

Haunted Choir

Write gonzo attempting to impress.
Reality is subjected to duress.
Fabrciated forms supposed to be a line.
Next words out my mouth are: it will be mine.
Not sure on the liberty of the setting sun.
Did one meet two to make us dumb?
Personality suggests me to be a liar.
You refute the claims from this haunted choir.
All are ill and wishing to share their pain.
Yes these are the demons who would scream lame.
A sad sad story built on the bones of the cute.
Final point will render every word they say moot.
Not a claim that should writhe in the pit.
Scoop up the ingenuity with a well worn mitt.
Bored by sane so you sold those means for air.
Put me right back in with a count of despair.

Ligatures ring the flawless neck.
Upon them so many wish to peck.
Weave their lies ’til they form truth.
Soon we can say they’ll be long in the tooth.
Twinned and bathed in dark blood.
Silhouettes who stand to welcome a flood.
Wavering in the breeze of fame.
Each new word is sounding tame.
So stack the chairs ’til they reach the roof.
All while speaking in a manner that is aloof.
Cause the dregs are not the draw.
Instead they whisper of a refashioned law.
Drenched in sweat and without pity.
Time to get down to the nitty-gritty.
Apparently you haven’t noticed the change.
It comes from a place that’s quite deranged.

Spectres, spooks, creeps and crawlers.
They are all marked out as stalkers.
Each ready for a bar room brawl.
Desperate to have a fresh place to trawl.
Yet heed these words only if you will.
All of society you can see them spill.
Twist the point until it clicks.
It leads to an eternity filled with licks.
While swinging to the horror themes.
None of this is from wildest dreams.
Just the truth of what is told.
You have been brought into the fold.
Not as predator but as prey.
It’s the only position, so they say.
Which is probably why you look so pale.
For this is the end of your short little tale.

Paced Out

I walked to the woods for a change of pace.
Everything around me conveyed so much space.
But my mind did not wander and roam oh so free.
Instead I did fester in the darkest part of me.
What a state to be trapped in when beauty surrounds.
A period most concerning to which I seem bound.
For this world is a car crash and we the debris.
If we screech too loud we’ll be collected with glee.
Shovelled into bins and then dumped in a pile.
If that were to happen then we’d have no smile.
So hush your voices and keep your volume down.
I for one don’t want to wear the tragedy crown.
It’s ringed with thorns and has a tendency to slip.
Rather be left to bite upon my bottom lip.
Pain would be less much like the brutality.
These are all things that I admit terrify me.
So once I return I will lock all the doors.
Rather be left to glare then face all my flaws.
Consideration has become a lost art of truth.
So much of life seems to have become a spoof.
Mirror of what should have been reality.
I do not want to hear anyone speaking down to me.
An affliction that has grown fifteen heads.
Sounds like someone has been skipping their meds.
It might be me, him or they to be honest.
Then again was there ever a single thing promised?
Gut reaction leans toward pointless.
Time for a snooze which might get it through us.
Yet still no decision has actually been made.
Sick of this which seems forever overplayed.
That is why I roamed around in the woods.
Desperate to one day get a hold of the goods.
A positive shift out of the days filled with grey.
When it happens I will be transported so far away.
Capable of glancing from a brand new angle.
No longer left with commands to strangle.
Once more I will take that route through the trees.
This time I smile when I hear the buzz of the bees.

Anathema Disaster

Anathema, anathema;
Everything is going faster.
Out of control and gaining ground.
Will peace and civility ever be found?
A guess to no and a bet on yes.
Who will be the one to bless?
Cast the die and make the call.
Someone decides to shout for Paul.
I got it wrong it was appalled.
Yet again I have been fooled.
Baffled by the hand of a crook.
The very same one I once shook.
Gloved to hide the fester below.
Moments prior to the start of this lethal show.

Grafter disaster;
Unsure if I have to.
With a shift in the stars.
If only it were gold bars.
Could build a new route through.
Avoid ending up in the stew.
What a dream that would be.
Not being cooked on the count of three.
No voices screaming guilty.
With gazes oh so shifty.
And a smile far too wide.
This figure pretends to be my bride.
Never met her and that puts me on edge.
I’ll be found when the river gets a dredge.

Naivety took its toll.
Ended up as a name on a scroll.
Advantage taken of my soft heart.
It got sold at the local mart.
Only to be skewered by a dart.

Anathema, anathema;
Everything is going faster.
Out of control and gaining ground.
Will peace and civility ever be found?
A guess to no and a bet on yes.
Who will be the one to bless?
Cast the die and make the call.
Someone decides to shout for Paul.
I got it wrong it was appalled.
Yet again I have been fooled.
Baffled by the hand of a crook.
The very same one I once shook.
Gloved to hide the fester below.
Moments prior to the start of my final show.

Naivety took its toll.
Ended up as a name on a scroll.
Advantage taken of my soft heart.
It got sold at the local mart.
Only to be skewered by a dart.

Hashtag

Hashtag another trend.
A concept you can’t comprehend.
You view this as a cause.
Fresh one you want into law.
Beat the game and make it stick.
Then a new fad makes you flick.
Change your focus and your will.
Problem that afflicts you still.

Hashtag til the end!
Artificial in how you spend,
Time protesting to the aether.
Every word is getting cheaper.
No conviction just an excuse.
All causes you do reduce.
Melt them down to a stew.
Nothing do you believe in too.

Hashtag, what a common lie.
Now you’re throat is running dry.
From all the views you never held.
Each one of them you felled.
Abandoned for the next protest.
About time you confessed.
You have no drive for any thing.
Just want to be seen as joining in.

Hashtag, no its goodbye.
Time to let these false declarations die.
Never believed a word that was said.
Raised a flag to try and get ahead.
Have an excuse to do as you please.
Thought that would make life a breeze.
You’re not alone it should be said.
Whole generation pretending not to be dead.

Into The Flow

Sometimes you’ve got to let it go.
Dump it all into the flow.
Watch it drift so far away.
Ignore all responsibility.

Cause pushing on won’t get you throw.
Too much action will cleave in two.
Fry your head until it pounds.
Make you want to burrow underground.
Just for a pause and a little sleep.
That much action can make you weak.

Ocassionally you need to walk away.
Otherwise you will simply fray.
Unravel back to a length of twine.
Become fixated on whine.

Cause pushing on won’t get you throw.
Too much action will cleave in two.
Fry your head until it pounds.
Make you want to burrow underground.
Just for a pause and a little sleep.
That much action can make you weak.

Stop!
Let the seconds pass.
Listen!
Don’t go so fast.
Live!
Reach out and grasp!

Time is finite so don’t wish it away.
Take too long and you’ll have no way to stay.
Simple truth that can be learned too late.
Upsetting when that is the mistake.

Cause pushing on won’t get you throw.
Too much action will cleave in two.
Fry your head until it pounds.
Make you want to burrow underground.
Just for a pause and a little sleep.
That much action can make you weak.

Sheeple

Stick your head up your ass,
All for a free pass.
Say you wish to turn the page,
But just want out of this cage.
Every word is a lie.
You only want to buy,
Stuff and roam free.
How selfish can you be?
Outrage now a fad.
Sickened by how glad,
And entitled you do act.
Like it’s part of some pact.
Dumbest race on the planet.
We’re denser than granite.
Sick of the moaning,
And all of the groaning.
You just want to be angry.
Might even damn me,
But screw your stupidity.
Its built on false sympathy.
Cause each one are sheeple,
And I’m sick of you people!

Set In Chains

You pin to me all of the disgrace.
I’m not sure it should be the case,
That all these failings should be mine.
Feels like you wish to make me guilty for every crime.

Not going to back down.
Sick of the same old frown.
Bullied and set in chains.
What is here is not for…
No longer will I accept your aims!

Plaster my face across every wall.
I refuse to become a thrall.
Bend my knee and accept a fate.
One that I did not ever wish nor fight to create.

Not going to back down.
Sick of the same old frown.
Bullied and set in chains.
What is here is not for…
No longer will I accept your aims!

But you will not listen to the words that I speak clearly to you.
All you wish for is another puppet that you can twist and screw.
Why should I let that be my time and torture?
We both know what you want is to heed no quarter.

Not going to back down.
Sick of and replaced that frown.
Bullied but now free of chains.
What is here is not for…
No longer will I accept your aims!
Your games!
Your flames!
Your lack of brains!

I will no longer accept…
I will no longer accept…
I will no longer accept…
Get out of my dreams!

Yes I Know

You say I sold my soul to reach my goal.
But the truth is I have never told,
The reality of why I’m still here.
Never even sipped on beer.
For all my words are far too jumbled.
Around me walls seem to have crumbled.
And if I thought it was in my head,
I’d look for a place to make my bed.
Somehow it has never come to that.
A few think me mad as a matter of fact.
But I’d rather be alive and well.
Not drowned at the bottom of some well.
Quite a few have met such a fate.
All stemming from a single mistake.
Such a waste I would have to say.
Not sure as to whether you agree.
It matters little to the point of naught.
Many dreams have long since been bought.
But not mine I can proudly declare.
They will not take me from here.
So keep it quiet and know the board.
Just encase you better pack a chord.
Safety line to get free.
It’s how I’m still standing see.
Thought before I skip I will admit,
You were so wrong about that bit.
I would never sell myself so cheap.
Those are prices I find too steep.
A contradiction yes I know.
Either way it’s time for me to go.

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