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.

I am going to purposefully experiment in these poems to promote creativity and limitless thinking. I hope this weekly compilation of my daily experiment inspires you to peruse your creative passion daily.

The format that I will use to express these articles is that I give a little insight or behind the scenes for each poem, the date, then the number of the poem in bold (e.g. 67/365), the title in bold, and then the poem respectively.

October, 12th 2016

1/365

Moonlight

The light creeps in
My eyelids close again
Another day full of night
Unfortunate they’re not New York’s lights

My days are full
And completely cynical
Because my nights are my life
Not really a big surprise

Something feels off, especially when schedules change
A few hours here and there seems like a small range,
But my brain interprets it as very strange
To stay alert is a constant challenge.
Maybe this path was not for me
Should have gotten my degree
But now I’m here
With A little fear
I won’t hear
My alarm.
…

Another day full of night
As the sunlight blurs out of sight
Do I regret any of this?
I think I just might
Sometimes the only option is to moonlight

Here's another one added to my goal. It's starting! And this is just the beginning. This piece has a sort of political take on it. It did not start out that way at all, but sometimes creativity can surprise you and take you to unexpected places!

October, 13th 2016

2/365

Marketing to the Oblivious

I look up from below
The ones who stand tall
The ones who don’t show
Inside they’re regrettable
Who sees that anymore?
Certainly not the masses
They’re so marketable
Believing in their racket

Confined in my hideaway
Untaught in the art of lying
Forcing their message anyway
People who eat without stopping
I refuse to comply or sway
Their stance is ever changing
Mine has always been the same
It doesn’t fit with anyone’s sayings

“Truth is in what you follow”
What if that creates no tomorrow?
Even with words that I borrow
It won’t stop the eminent sorrow
Take the time to listen again
You’ll hear the lies reigning in
Compare the words of recent
And understand what they represent

People who eat without stopping
I refuse to comply or sway
Their stance is ever changing
Mine has always been the same

I just took an emotionally draining test. So pardon the lackluster writing. This one was written at two different times, the first two verses on the bus in the morning, and then the rest at night after the end of the day.

Beware, this one is quite a downer.

October, 14th 2016

3/365

They're All Fake Dreams

Believing in what's never gonna happen
I'll think her situation will change
But no truths are ever in fake dreams
She won't be standing there for me

Hard to believe this reality
Life's so full of banality
Without her presence
It's a loss of totality

I'll find what I can put my mind to for me to resign my lines for another time
For me I see nothing to be because we couldn't agree with mutual empathy
I'm not happy
But I fill it with dreams
Unfortunately
You're in them

Even after so long
I still don't know what's wrong
An accepted conclusion
With no resolution
I've tried to become strong
Relistened to all our songs
Memories are just a contusion
Why aren't you an illusion?

Believing in what's never gonna happen
I'll think her situation will change
But no truths are ever in fake dreams
She won't be standing there for me

Because, after all, they're all fake dreams

At the end of the day, I just started writing and saw where this would take me.

October, 15th 2016

4/365

A Friend From the Past

We all take a path that’s forged
Nothing is new to our ears or eyes
Yet I feel a passion for this course
A feeling I can’t emphasize

Under the couch where I lost that key
How could I have missed such a place?
After years and years of anxiety
I can finally see your face

I’ve taken those steps in my life
But you haven’t changed at all
I’m deeply saddened by the sight
How far down was this fall?

Rejected by them so many times
Operating on ramen cups
A cracked window with no blinds
Your life really fucking sucks

I can’t change what’s grown in the reeds
But I’ve got a place for your expertise
Around the headquarters you’ll see
They need someone who cleans

The gratefulness and discomfort
You almost “gave it” to the One
Even a small gift has importance
To those who have no one.

Working your way up the ladder
Your eyes gained that fire
The kind I saw back in college
You’ve relearned to feel desire

This one is basically my own take on a very famous children's story everyone knows about. I was experimenting with different tones in this one, let me know if it works or not (It's mostly satirical on purpose by the way).

October, 16th 2016

5/365

Gravestone of Survival

Strolling through the forest
Of course without company
With a basket full of porridge
Wow, isn’t that something?

What a thing worthy of a child!
Letting her take breakfast to her grandma
While the beasts run wild
And they don’t eat bananas

She runs along without a care
Passing by a wolf, a cub, and a bear!
What luck she wasn’t stopped right there
They only just nipped her hair

She finally arrives at the house
Miraculously grandma’s gone out!
Think she’d care enough about her grand to know
She’s bringing the food straight to her front door!

But the story is much darker than that
It all changes at the drop of a hat
The wolf will eat the grandma, girl, and cat
And underestimate his gluttonous wrath

For some reason he forgot how to chew
Which was enough to make him spew
They’re the perfectly fine smelly crew
The wolf ruptures, this is true

“Would you like some porridge grandma?”
Says the girl.
“WHY ARE YOU SO CALM AT THIS MOMENT?!”
As grandma’s head swirls.
The girl said,
“I’ve always been so loving and caring.
Is the world not prone to sharing?”
Grandma’s response,
“Survival is a very real thing,
Even that porridge was something that was growing.”

The girl is quiet…..
“Who will mourn the wolf’s demise?”
Grandma knew she needed to epitomize
This life of surviving sighs

Here's another installment. It's also quite in the dumps, so don't read if you're having a good day.

October, 17th 2016

6/365

This is What I See

What the he'll is wrong with me?
I seem to search for singled oddities
When I've given the time that my body doesn't accept
They always treat me like a commodity

It's been so long for a real life
Such a small margin for the perfect light
I keep searching and end up there
Used up, leaving me in despair

What the hell is wrong with me?
I'll tell you what I actually see
A broken, weak, pathetic, freak
Who can't even muster the courage to speak

I rely on my closest too much
I fear I'm pushing them towards the dust
I'll try as hard as I must
To hold in the fears of mistrust

That obviously doesn't work
It's Ironic how much I think I'm worth
I'm surprised anyone actually cares
I'm just the oil you don't want in your hair

That is it for this week please pardon that one is missing, that is because I started a day late. If you enjoyed this, have any suggestions, have a favorite, or more, please leave a comment!