Submissions by Tristitude
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
“I am old, Gandalf. I don't look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can't be right'
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Sep 2024 9:37pm
8th Sep 2024 9:37pm
Metaphor
We need not sail by Scylla and loose 6 men to each of its 6 heads to avoid risking total destruction from Charybdis. We can always turn around and take the long way back west, south, then east around Sicily, but that would require time, and the payoff would be in the distant future as opposed to the near future.
If we regularly sail from west to east through the Straits of Messina, then it would behoove us to charter a new path as opposed to sacrificing 6 men each new time we pass through. Yet for some reason regardless of how far away we are from the Straits of Messina some of our...
If we regularly sail from west to east through the Straits of Messina, then it would behoove us to charter a new path as opposed to sacrificing 6 men each new time we pass through. Yet for some reason regardless of how far away we are from the Straits of Messina some of our...
#metaphor
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Aug 2024 10:20am
30th Aug 2024 10:20am
draft
Woodland paths, and the wind wrapped canopy.
Pine snaps hauled in wicker baskets. Soggy fire pits
and waterlogged shoes. Sunburnt opisthenar.
Comroderic nights, silent twilights. Beneath
the burning sun- the deafening hum
of cicadas, on a boulder near muddy water.
On a wooden stump entrenched in tangerine-colored needles
Among friends in a dim and humid great hall.
Blasting fans and lightning storms
bombarding rains- wash all away.
Pine snaps hauled in wicker baskets. Soggy fire pits
and waterlogged shoes. Sunburnt opisthenar.
Comroderic nights, silent twilights. Beneath
the burning sun- the deafening hum
of cicadas, on a boulder near muddy water.
On a wooden stump entrenched in tangerine-colored needles
Among friends in a dim and humid great hall.
Blasting fans and lightning storms
bombarding rains- wash all away.
#summer
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2021 3:24pm
3rd Sep 2021 3:24pm
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Riding my bike through the rain
observing my life funnel to the drain
chasing shadows of the past
I came across a familiar path
I go the other direction
sweet emotions linger behind
did I do it right this time?
my head swelling with pain
all my weight overhangs,
the pressed heels of my palms-
the only thing stopping
my tired body, to the ground, from dropping.
observing my life funnel to the drain
chasing shadows of the past
I came across a familiar path
I go the other direction
sweet emotions linger behind
did I do it right this time?
my head swelling with pain
all my weight overhangs,
the pressed heels of my palms-
the only thing stopping
my tired body, to the ground, from dropping.
#anxiety
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Aug 2021 5:33pm
13th Aug 2021 5:33pm
Some more Haikus
Pulled through river time,
Woven fabric of our lives.
Brightest aura kind
Bending light from sky,
Omnipotence never dies.
Absent, darkness swells.
Woven fabric of our lives.
Brightest aura kind
Bending light from sky,
Omnipotence never dies.
Absent, darkness swells.
#universe
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 2:23am
6th Aug 2021 2:23am
Antinatalism 2
Life is an imposition.
I did not ask nor did you.
Our subjective perspectives may differ
but they are, to us, objectively true.
Suffering and bliss
Birth and life are consent-less
Why- ethics, do we construe,
If we choose 'not' to follow them?
I did not ask nor did you.
Our subjective perspectives may differ
but they are, to us, objectively true.
Suffering and bliss
Birth and life are consent-less
Why- ethics, do we construe,
If we choose 'not' to follow them?
#birth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jul 2021 3:11am
26th Jul 2021 3:11am
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Mindlessly in universe,
We march thru all bones.
programmed by instinct and compulsion,
we eat the flesh of our own
lest "I" face death.
Each puppet, puppeteer'ed
Each puppeteer, a puppet.
We march thru all bones.
programmed by instinct and compulsion,
we eat the flesh of our own
lest "I" face death.
Each puppet, puppeteer'ed
Each puppeteer, a puppet.
#universe
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2021 10:57pm
23rd Jun 2021 10:57pm
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In time, water falls.
With each night, the moon calls-
Rainclouds from the east,
drench suburban streets.
To quench drainage thirst.
Emergent systems
Conflict and interact.
What is a solid, but a dense gas.
What is human, but a large- more aware insect.
What is anything, but matter.
What is matter but nothing.
With each night, the moon calls-
Rainclouds from the east,
drench suburban streets.
To quench drainage thirst.
Emergent systems
Conflict and interact.
What is a solid, but a dense gas.
What is human, but a large- more aware insect.
What is anything, but matter.
What is matter but nothing.
#universe
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2021 11:24pm
9th Jun 2021 11:24pm
Antinatalism
Imposed consciousness.
Where is your gratitude?
Birth, ripped from the womb.
Life is a gift, pessimist.
The freedom to live,
Yet not to die.
That right should be ours.
Where is your gratitude?
Birth, ripped from the womb.
Life is a gift, pessimist.
The freedom to live,
Yet not to die.
That right should be ours.
#anger
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Mar 2021 5:38am
11th Mar 2021 5:38am
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As stone, shifting and settling.
Inner earth, breaching its soft skin.
Climbing great heights to surrender to the stars.
Sinking deep, to sleep upon the ocean floor
Bleached by the sun and time.
Weathered, struck, cracked.
Whittled down from mountain top-
To ridge, to rock and sand.
Yet even something small can change.
Eroded stone becomes the coast
Who tides caress.
Brittle titans which tower over the horizon
Crumble into great migrations of force
From peak to surface.
By manipulation of...
Inner earth, breaching its soft skin.
Climbing great heights to surrender to the stars.
Sinking deep, to sleep upon the ocean floor
Bleached by the sun and time.
Weathered, struck, cracked.
Whittled down from mountain top-
To ridge, to rock and sand.
Yet even something small can change.
Eroded stone becomes the coast
Who tides caress.
Brittle titans which tower over the horizon
Crumble into great migrations of force
From peak to surface.
By manipulation of...
#environment
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Feb 2021 8:39am
16th Feb 2021 8:39am
Hanging on.
Watching my blood henceforth,
dripping pools of life force.
Phasing in and out of time.
Gulping air-
cold and numb.
Exhaling fire
into the frost.
Pen and paper gripped in boney hands
No marks but of I.
Back to the old pine
restraining self from total escape.
dripping pools of life force.
Phasing in and out of time.
Gulping air-
cold and numb.
Exhaling fire
into the frost.
Pen and paper gripped in boney hands
No marks but of I.
Back to the old pine
restraining self from total escape.
#SelfHarm
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2021 10:31pm
23rd Jan 2021 10:31pm
Laziness
From sky, to hillside, to lowland rivers- water moves lazily.
The path of least resistance by which electricity travels.
Even in life itself, the most adept use the least effort
based on a superior, and therefore easier, ability to survive.
Laziness. Humans roaming in tribes had more leisure time
than us right now.
Self-sufficiency is no longer taught nor commonly possible.
We require these systems which take advantage of us to survive
because we have no choice.
Collectively we could make it easier on ourselves.
Sadly some cling to old ways...
The path of least resistance by which electricity travels.
Even in life itself, the most adept use the least effort
based on a superior, and therefore easier, ability to survive.
Laziness. Humans roaming in tribes had more leisure time
than us right now.
Self-sufficiency is no longer taught nor commonly possible.
We require these systems which take advantage of us to survive
because we have no choice.
Collectively we could make it easier on ourselves.
Sadly some cling to old ways...
#politics
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Dec 2020 11:14pm
19th Dec 2020 11:14pm
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Ramen eels of the bone broth sea.
Yolky skiffs bobbing, amidst pork belly continents.
Yolky skiffs bobbing, amidst pork belly continents.
#food
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