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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.

Choice/Decision

Take your money,
Take your fame;
Get it out of my brain.

Some lust for things I do not get.
Yet I am the one considered repressed.
Short of understanding how its meant to be.
Truth is I’m not craving like so many.

Take your money,
Take your fame;
Get it out of my brain.

Guide of the greed is the special.
I look to it and wonder why all the hassle.
Simple life filled with things I adore.
Sounds like so much less of a chore.

Take your money,
Take your fame;
Get it out of my brain.

Calls that all who don’t conform are heretic.
To me it sounds bullying and pathetic.
You pick your lane and I’ll stay in mine.
That way everyone will be just fine.

Take your money,
Take your fame;
Get it out of my brain.

No more forcing and making demands.
Your claims for free will simply don’t stand.

Take your money,
Take your fame;
Get it out of my brain.

Simple words, please let them in.
For this is my decision.

Hemmed In

Town adorned in fairy lights.
Pity about all the villainy and spite.
This is a free roam prison.

Escape is the order of business, and i’m selling.
Anyone want to join, then get to rebelling.

Grey skies always loom large.
Rain biting as it strips the high rise.
Trapped in this oblivion.

Escape is the order of business, and i’m selling.
Anyone want to join, then get to rebelling.

Uniformity has turned to taunt.
Eyes cannot see past the violent.
Locked out of inclusion.

Escape is the order of business, and i’m selling.
Anyone want to join, then get to rebelling.

Then one night we finally break free.
The tunnel is long and taken us away.
We crawl out and taste real air.
So many of us simply just stare.
Overwhelmed and relieved, its something new.
Then come our captors because they always knew.

Escape was the order of business, but its been sold.
Anyone want to join, too late the chance has gone cold.

Recycler

Heart carved like paper disposed.
Upon the wall nailed the prose.
Sorrow cast into a mix and mould.
Form this fresh decision.
Snort to push the vision.

Skin shredded until its gore.
Make this suffering a letter of the law.
Suspicion bred into the routine.
Twitching curtain.
Is this all for certain?

Organs rendered down to ash.
Across the collective throat came the slash.
Division hauled into the light.
Fixate on it ’til you begin to decay.
All a component of this fade to grey.

Limbs docked as if they’ll regrow.
No limit to how far this seems it’ll go.
Punishment doled out in groups.
Amongst the suffering.
There is no recovering.

Sparkling Crown

Cut your crown into your head.
Still desperate to be a monarch.
Craving power and riches.
What you inflict are stitches.
Arrogant and desperate to ascend.
No way do you comprehend,
See past the glamour and the glitz.
Understand that being on a throne has its slips.
Try as we might you heed no words.
Declared all of others are greedy turds.
Adamant we each wish to take your seat.
To be honest we’d each rather be beat.
Do as you wish but don’t say we didn’t tell you though.
You had chances and you let them all go.
Reap what you sow even if the outcome is dust.
This is your payment for squandering trust.
Using the masses to rise and remain.
Desperate to extend your fifteen minutes of fame.
Yet this is not a tale which encompasses just one.
There are many who have risen to claim such a run.
And everytime it ends much as it has here.
Into their body is cast the condemning spear.
Before long you will suffer the same.
Just remember how you once had allies to your name.

Hunter Hill

Rough around the edges,
Nah I’m jagged right through.
But don’t get it wrong,
I’m still better than you.

Sarcastic to the bone,
Yeah I’ll admit to such.
Though judge me as dumb,
I’ll prove to be too much.

Stare creeps you out,
Well just look away.
If you think that’s bad,
Wait for the rest of me.

Short on my patience,
And ready to kill.
If that is a problem,
I’m beyond your level of skill.

Ice to the centre,
Be ready to stew.
Suffer in silence,
I’m coming for you.

Blamed for misfortune,
Well this wasn’t me.
Carved out of hatred,
Wrath you soon will see.

Do you know the name you fear?
I doubt you understand.
Can you escape and get away?
Not sorry for the end.
Please will you spare my one life?
Not in the cards I reply.

Rough around the edges,
Nah I’m jagged right through.
But don’t get me wrong,
You’re not surviving my review.

Sacrificial Totem

Nameless, I walked through the door.
No one knows I’m not here anymore.
Catastrophe, blamed on a ghost.
To this treachery is what the cult did toast.
Derided, by a venomous stalk.
Soon to be buried under the collapsing cliff of chalk.
Sacrificed, no one wishes to admit.
Here was the victim they allowed to be took.
Stripped, I became barely a memory.
Used for a purpose to which I did not agree.
Seldom, were those who ever showed they cared.
Too often did others which to make me scared.
Puppet, a term that suits me well.
Often I wondered how far I had fell.
Perished, that is how I am termed forever more.
I’ve been reduced to less than I was before.

For The Show

Play the notes one by one.
I love where they come from.
A wish, a dream, its all serene.
Never want to lose this feeling.
So I wait and watch the road.
Hoping I’ll glimpse what’s showed.
Hear the beats and the booms.
Feel the rhyme as it blooms.
Louder the cacophony,
Grand like an ancient prophecy.
Nod my head in time to express,
Just how much I love this.
Period I don’t want to end.
Experience whether alone or with a friend.
And when its over I feel me sink.
Only to recall it all with a blink.
Ecstasy returns with a flash.
Echoes ringing of the bash.
Party in my head,
Even as I slide into bed.

No Ploy

Beat the drum and look to the sky.
So many questions involve why.
Answer them I have no intention of.
Preoccupied with smiling becauseā€¦

I’d rather smile than frown.
Being melancholy might drag me down.
So laugh and feel some joy.

Sing to yourself and do as you please.
These are little ways to appease.
Stay on the right side of wrong.
Eliminate a chance for despair to go on.

I’d rather smile than frown.
Being melancholy might drag me down.
So laugh and feel some joy.
This ain’t no ploy.

Dance if that is how the mood strikes you.
Do it until you think you can no longer too.
Then take a rest and gather your mood.
No need to allow in those who are rude.

I’d rather smile than frown.
Being melancholy might drag me down.
So laugh and feel some joy.
This ain’t no ploy.

Excitement is free to pour from your core.
Against such things there is no law.
If some say different than turn your back.
No need to get involved in any of that.

I’d rather smile than frown.
Being melancholy might drag me down.
So laugh and feel some joy.
Ignore those who annoy.

Celebration is a right you deserve.
Never toss it away and to the curb.
For you answer only to you.
Words which should not enter review.

I’d rather smile than frown.
Being melancholy might drag me down.
So laugh and feel some joy.
Ignore those who annoy.
This ain’t no ploy.

Nothing At All

It seems you save depression, stress, anxiety.
How about we give you something to help you quietly?

I’d rather feel something than nothing at all!

But we can make it all slip so far away.
Numb your feelings until you can feel okay.

I’d rather feel something than nothing at all!

We really recommend you let us prescirbe these pills.
And assure you will feel no more of your ills.

I’d rather feel something than nothing at all!

Drugs are not a one size fits all solution.
They can cause a great deal of intrusion.
Twist to make you just a shell.
Some of us don’t want such a hell.
So put in the work and do more than give us a dismissal.
Fired off like a careless missile.

I’d rather feel something than nothing at all!

Jab

Just a little prick and then its done.
No reason to blow it out of proportion.
To your deed and help the collective.
If not the world may end up selective.
A two tiered system of a fresh form.
Not a threat but a potential norm.
No scare tactics but a mountain of judgement.
Cause in my eyes you’re being a selfish rugrat.
Unable to see that we are one in the same.
And that no part of this is a fucking game.
People die if you remain solitary.
By the time you might realise you’ll be on Death’s ferry.

Prey for victims you’ve sentenced.
Because of your self-serving insistence.
Too right you are being blamed.
Don’t expect fifty percent won’t flame,
Call you out for your lack of thought.
Label you a danger to the overall.
It might be your choice but it can still be wrong.
Doesn’t matter where the hell you’re from.
So stop hiding behind conspiracies,
Or some twisted version of religious beliefs.
Its all just excuses for you to do as you please.
And we’ll remind you of that when you begin to wheeze.

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