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'
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Dust covered.
Pulled from cellar,
poured on
special occasions.
Scotch for depression
Wine for sophistication
Beer to feel like shit
And whiskey for that Irish prick.
I knew a man,
once.
He liked to sing
and dance,
but he didn’t stand a chance
Unless he was
intoxicated.
Pulled from cellar,
poured on
special occasions.
Scotch for depression
Wine for sophistication
Beer to feel like shit
And whiskey for that Irish prick.
I knew a man,
once.
He liked to sing
and dance,
but he didn’t stand a chance
Unless he was
intoxicated.
#WritersBlock
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By shallow river bridge, we sigh.
Above grass, on rock, we lie.
We think of things: in time, and space
A catalogue of moments. A multitude of face.
Singularities, behind. The present, Infront;
Infinity, and Beyond.
A collection of thoughts
“Who is ‘I’?” we wonder.
And then, we are gone…
Above grass, on rock, we lie.
We think of things: in time, and space
A catalogue of moments. A multitude of face.
Singularities, behind. The present, Infront;
Infinity, and Beyond.
A collection of thoughts
“Who is ‘I’?” we wonder.
And then, we are gone…
#universe
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details
Beneath the barbed wire trim of their useless tin roofs
Birds perch on industrial windows and brick crumbles to the curb
and coffee-stained concrete
Whose cracks shaped like trees
mimic the vegetation ripping through
A graveyard fence that once took the front of a car
A lichen-covered bench of wood soaked from last springs rain.
Two flush trees
A stagnant river
100 dragon flys
A shopping cart caught by the weeds
Likely thrown by a frustrated shopper or an abstract artist
Or someone trying to make some fun In an otherwise...
Birds perch on industrial windows and brick crumbles to the curb
and coffee-stained concrete
Whose cracks shaped like trees
mimic the vegetation ripping through
A graveyard fence that once took the front of a car
A lichen-covered bench of wood soaked from last springs rain.
Two flush trees
A stagnant river
100 dragon flys
A shopping cart caught by the weeds
Likely thrown by a frustrated shopper or an abstract artist
Or someone trying to make some fun In an otherwise...
#animals
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Ides of Mayo Minus Ten-o
Driver,
passenger.
Which side
is the flip side?
Would ya
rather?
Church
or shit...
My moneys
on two birds
in a bush,
2001.
Which book
are we
readin’
to kids?
You got the goods?
Christ!
Semi-automatic,
easy
reload system.
Fans
that suck
air
outta
rooms.
Oh god,
so embarrassed.
Spaghetti
From the shirt pocket.
Sauce everywhere.
noodles, cooked in a washing machine.
2gether,
by 5gether
Audiobook
of...
passenger.
Which side
is the flip side?
Would ya
rather?
Church
or shit...
My moneys
on two birds
in a bush,
2001.
Which book
are we
readin’
to kids?
You got the goods?
Christ!
Semi-automatic,
easy
reload system.
Fans
that suck
air
outta
rooms.
Oh god,
so embarrassed.
Spaghetti
From the shirt pocket.
Sauce everywhere.
noodles, cooked in a washing machine.
2gether,
by 5gether
Audiobook
of...
#friendship
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Heavens Gates
Heaven's gates are not made of pearls,
But Ivory- the husks of the dead deflecting
the hopeless wishes of the damned.
Hell is no place of torture, but of torment
and the wind's lament feeds the flames.
gods merely politicians and demons criminals
in the eyes of the law.
What labels drive which meanings?
But Ivory- the husks of the dead deflecting
the hopeless wishes of the damned.
Hell is no place of torture, but of torment
and the wind's lament feeds the flames.
gods merely politicians and demons criminals
in the eyes of the law.
What labels drive which meanings?
#religion
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Smolder
Each branch and twig and needle green,
A cut across the frigid seam.
Each star a burn and smoke and haze,
A plight upon the clear blue days.
Treetops burning- branches flames,
And smoke and fog laid out the plains.
Gazing out with vision keen,
Embracing the fate of destruction.
Those of us awake wait to see who is left.
A cut across the frigid seam.
Each star a burn and smoke and haze,
A plight upon the clear blue days.
Treetops burning- branches flames,
And smoke and fog laid out the plains.
Gazing out with vision keen,
Embracing the fate of destruction.
Those of us awake wait to see who is left.
#fire
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Some simile
I am worn out
like a traveler,
Like a car left in the sun,
Like an old man.
I am slow
Like the erosion of stone,
Like a changing mind,
Like the falling snow.
I am empty
like a rotted tree,
Like a brand new home,
Like a widow's bed.
I am confused
Like an ant on the hand,
Like a student in calculus,
Like a cat on a lift.
like a traveler,
Like a car left in the sun,
Like an old man.
I am slow
Like the erosion of stone,
Like a changing mind,
Like the falling snow.
I am empty
like a rotted tree,
Like a brand new home,
Like a widow's bed.
I am confused
Like an ant on the hand,
Like a student in calculus,
Like a cat on a lift.
#WritersBlock
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i should be able to save a daft without a f**king title.
I am sliding down the sidewalks of my youth
where the grass and dirt cling to my shoes
I count the turns of the wheel on my bike
Of moments of isolation and warmth of friends alike
My hands block the glaring sun from my eyes
Never wanting them to end, my childhood highs
On my back, in the grass
thinking on my not so distant past
I miss the places that have seen much change
Such times with you I would never exchange
where the grass and dirt cling to my shoes
I count the turns of the wheel on my bike
Of moments of isolation and warmth of friends alike
My hands block the glaring sun from my eyes
Never wanting them to end, my childhood highs
On my back, in the grass
thinking on my not so distant past
I miss the places that have seen much change
Such times with you I would never exchange
#memories
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Monument
O’ dreaded pillar at the center of its pit
Clanging to blackened walls. To specks of light.
Sounding our demise with each booming iteration.
Bounding through the air above us all
If not for your consistent measure
Then the source for which you derive a horrible pleasure.
Would be silence without
Perhaps you stand at the center of the void
For otherwise there would be nothing.
Clanging to blackened walls. To specks of light.
Sounding our demise with each booming iteration.
Bounding through the air above us all
If not for your consistent measure
Then the source for which you derive a horrible pleasure.
Would be silence without
Perhaps you stand at the center of the void
For otherwise there would be nothing.
#silence
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Decrepit Portrait
Brittle bones that bleed when they break.
Skin stretched stiffly cover not a face,
a false face, frustratingly unfixable,
fronting a mind remarkably unredeemable.
Sitting atop a gangly gaunt corpse,
angrily analyzing existential angst.
Skin stretched stiffly cover not a face,
a false face, frustratingly unfixable,
fronting a mind remarkably unredeemable.
Sitting atop a gangly gaunt corpse,
angrily analyzing existential angst.
#identity
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Misconceptions
Every war we wage is just.
Every violent act against us is unjust.
A life sacrificed to the economy = a life sacrificed for the greater good.
Every cut to social security and medicare was to balance the budget.
Every bailout to the rich will trickle down.
We shouldn't believe women because they are slanderers.
We live in the greatest country in the world.
(and the freest.)
The democratic party is progressive.
The republican party is libertarian.
Giving homes to the homeless, food to the hungry, and medicine to the sick is too...
Every violent act against us is unjust.
A life sacrificed to the economy = a life sacrificed for the greater good.
Every cut to social security and medicare was to balance the budget.
Every bailout to the rich will trickle down.
We shouldn't believe women because they are slanderers.
We live in the greatest country in the world.
(and the freest.)
The democratic party is progressive.
The republican party is libertarian.
Giving homes to the homeless, food to the hungry, and medicine to the sick is too...
#politics
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Shame!
I look out at panicked faces washing hands empty places hesitation for Embraces. This is not my country. Indifferent politicians. Menacing corporations. In silence like a funeral procession, they walk past homeless poor dying depressed dejected peoples- their eyes averted from sick masses. They separated: Suits and ties and gavels and gowns a weighty hindrance dragging us down by corruption and lies and crosses and crowns. They only accept our agenda when denying us would remove them from Power. Decade-by-decade century by century they concede to us our progress as long as they get to keep...
#politics
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