DoctorNarpasLoveless

I've got 99 poems but the next ain't one. And for some reason or another I find it particularly important what that next poem becomes; my one-hundredth, signaling a landmark in this most engrossing hobby of mine. I've had the title "Fantasia, My Darling" stuck in my head for a while now, and with a title comes an implied concept; specific enough to inspire, vague enough to be anything. I could write it about my hobby of writing poetry on deviantART, being subtle enough to possibly mean something more in the right context. It's hard to tell with all that's been on my mind lately.

According to an issue of Mental Floss (whom I'd trust to tell the secrets of the cosmos) being tired makes you more creative. Contemplating this, I noticed a general correlation between unhealthiness and creativity (take the drug addiction of rock stars, for example); I also remembered my own unhealthy habits of sleep deprivation and odd eating habits, and how I sought to change them. Thus, I eliminated my bedtime and did only what felt comfortable as far as what I ate was concerned (not throwing caution to the wind, of course). I thought myself mad at first, but then I wrote Another World, perhaps my all-time best poem, with minimal effort.

And so, here I am, starving hysterical tired, patiently observant toward my condition..

Yes, it's my trademark, and yes, it's a trademark I adore, but nevertheless I'd like to take a moment to honor some of the best poems I wrote that don't involve ponies whatsoever, and give a little background on them.

~The Warrior Cometh (fav.me/d5k4jec) If I never wrote this, I wouldn't have become a poet. It's the earliest poem I recall writing (save for one about school) and I remember it came to me very easily. I was in the 6th or 7th grade and was listening to the band Dragonforce quite often, this poem is basically my tribute to them. Now my Dragonforce CDs are piles of dust, and this poem is quasi-famous in my household, my grandpa even picked one line in it to be his epitaph one day. Fancy that.

~YYX (fav.me/d5jo51h) I was in Biology class learning about sex chromosomes, and we had just learned about people with three of them and how some are hermaphrodites. The title came first, due to my fanaticism of the band Rush, and before long I was cooking up a poem about hermaphrodites that uses its own unique format. Although, after I wrote the initial notes I wouldn't end up writing it until about a year later.

~Cerebral Intercourse (fav.me/d4x3o33) As to why I wrote it I will only say that there was a girl and I was stupid about it. Well, at least I have this to make up for it. I had David Bowie's song "Hallo Spaceboy" stuck in my head and I got a strong urge to write something weird and freaky. Then I wrote the most ironically pretty love poem I've ever known.

~Monday (fav.me/d5l1avq) I really like Mondays. Not much else to say here.

~The Sound That Time Forgot (fav.me/d5likd5) I was listening to the Jesus and Mary Chain and this poped into my head. The first version had weird sexual imagery in it. I thought myself mad for it. But then as I edited it it started to have this fantastical mystique about it, and it ended up being one of my best poems.

~Waking Dream (fav.me/d5pz45y) I wrote this as a free write in English class, about how tired I was at the time. It's short, sweet, and to the point.

~From Dusk to Eternity (fav.me/d5qfm8q) One of many poems I wrote while listening to the Cure's album Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me. Another one of note is Princess Insomnia. I don't know what it is about that album that makes me feel so darn poem-ey.

~Blank Canvas (Painted is the Painter) (fav.me/d5ppprx) This poem is brilliant and I love it. Period.

~The Last Page (fav.me/d5o84mw) I reached the last page of my notebook, and this happened.

~Negligence (fav.me/d5mhn3y) I wrote this Howl-inspired epic for a school assignment, and it remains to this day the poem I put more work into than any other poem. I wrote 3 drafts and edited each extensively. But upon reading it again recently, I found it rather depressing and cerebral, and didn't really like that about it, amazing as it still was. Which led me to write...

~A Foresight of Harmony (the Inner Sprite) (fav.me/d5v37jy) ...this. Equally as epic and spiritual, but also very joyous, the hallmark of my new direction. Also very close to Negligence in terms of production, with 1 extensive edit/rewrite.

My Little Pony is currently entering a new age of greatness and glory, my prediction of it being one of the greatest television shows ever made is about to come true. But the fandom is in peril. The fan work that Bronies are known for is being pursued by Hasbro, leaving the Bronies themselves in utter discord. Prudence would suggest that Hasbro will, as all companies would, do the opposite of what is in their best interest. I beg to differ. If this were Hasbro's fate, Friendship is Magic would not exist. Hasbro's foolish days are numbered...

So, I've been writing poems at a constant enough pace, but I'm becoming increasingly dissatisfied by a great number of them (a problem that's been ongoing for a while now), and I recently confronted the issue head on. First, I looked at all my poems that I was dissatisfied with and asked myself "What's wrong with them? What's there not to like?" This produced nothing. So, I decided to look at all of my poems that I still like, and immediately saw similarities. They were clever, endearing, and all but devoid of sociopolitical or philosophical messages. So, in a nutshell my new creative direction is "Less thinking, more smiling." Let's see where that goes.

Well, I've either found the muse again or I'm right on top of her and I'll find her any minute. Right now, I can write some simpler things and expand on existing ideas, but I don't think it will be long before I'm at full force and progressing my work ever-farther, and with my newfound interest in H.P. Lovecraft, Cthulhu only knows what I'll come up with when that time comes. In other news, I have found a very powerful muse in my learning to play guitar (something I've wanted to really get going for a long time) due to A: my learning it at school as part of music class, and B: today I came very close to being able to play the main riff of 2112. So, in general I'm just in a good mood.