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
13th Jun 2020 1:22am
13th Jun 2020 1:22am
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2020 9:13pm
16th Mar 2020 9:13pm
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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2020 4:35am
16th Mar 2020 4:35am
Forwards
The Highway
A blue fire bird
The stench of gasoline
Vaporwave
A dirty ashtray
...
A blue fire bird
The stench of gasoline
Vaporwave
A dirty ashtray
...
#MovingOn
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2020 4:33am
16th Mar 2020 4:33am
girl
Writhing in your eyes
like the heart clutched in fist
a fading glimmer with its tightening grip
each step a stager sideways
and the strength of yearning always
drifting in the sunrise fog
do I so till twilight, till dawn.
an element darting past
streaks of green in my eyes
I cannot tell to toil endlessly
or to look at you now where nothing is felt
which one is more like hell
like the heart clutched in fist
a fading glimmer with its tightening grip
each step a stager sideways
and the strength of yearning always
drifting in the sunrise fog
do I so till twilight, till dawn.
an element darting past
streaks of green in my eyes
I cannot tell to toil endlessly
or to look at you now where nothing is felt
which one is more like hell
#FallingInLove
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2020 11:44pm
22nd Feb 2020 11:44pm
Title2
Cooling off, persistent tides of frothing foam
Of seas to crash on cliffside stone.
Winds of change heating up regardless.
Global warming and the like- I acquiesce.
The ocean prays to each coast.
A thousand years to erode
The memory. Hope like the stars
Constellations out of reach.
A distant galaxy
Exalted in the manifold of time.
I but a wave toiling in this fever heat
I've made the wrong choice
And now I’m Weak
A sirens song. A charming voice
To crash on sands vast and coarse
Far greater than...
Of seas to crash on cliffside stone.
Winds of change heating up regardless.
Global warming and the like- I acquiesce.
The ocean prays to each coast.
A thousand years to erode
The memory. Hope like the stars
Constellations out of reach.
A distant galaxy
Exalted in the manifold of time.
I but a wave toiling in this fever heat
I've made the wrong choice
And now I’m Weak
A sirens song. A charming voice
To crash on sands vast and coarse
Far greater than...
#frustration
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2020 5:08am
1st Feb 2020 5:08am
Title
Having left my body in the snow, my feet had dragged me to a slow.
I felt the warmth turn endless cold, I see the sights beyond our own.
I sense the room- in eyes- in hearts. I held my self with tired sighs.
Each future path laid to the stars, each bygone era knight errant flies.
Do you or I. Ill do ill die and few to lie- We’ll do, We’ll die.
Above our eastern red descent a change of time from past to present.
Hand me the item on the wall lest this restless fate consumes you all.
I felt the warmth turn endless cold, I see the sights beyond our own.
I sense the room- in eyes- in hearts. I held my self with tired sighs.
Each future path laid to the stars, each bygone era knight errant flies.
Do you or I. Ill do ill die and few to lie- We’ll do, We’ll die.
Above our eastern red descent a change of time from past to present.
Hand me the item on the wall lest this restless fate consumes you all.
#boredom
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Aug 2019 7:00am
10th Aug 2019 7:00am
Among, but not within.
Among love, I walk. Through a forest of empty trees
of detachment And of apathy/ By the struggle and the strife-
This world dances in its bygone heatwave breeze.
A single flower colored by the days dim hour
Something delicate, but shining like steel
Among love inhaling the riverside
The scent of sweetness of the rain to come
The river lapping- On moss. On root. On stone. A place to lie.
To forget that part of me/ To hope, yet know.
The moonset, the sunrise, the sunset and the moonrise a thousand times.
it was a passing, like calendar...
of detachment And of apathy/ By the struggle and the strife-
This world dances in its bygone heatwave breeze.
A single flower colored by the days dim hour
Something delicate, but shining like steel
Among love inhaling the riverside
The scent of sweetness of the rain to come
The river lapping- On moss. On root. On stone. A place to lie.
To forget that part of me/ To hope, yet know.
The moonset, the sunrise, the sunset and the moonrise a thousand times.
it was a passing, like calendar...
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2019 4:10am
13th Apr 2019 4:10am
Walking To Work
Beer cans tumble in the woodland streams.
Rivers pour into concrete: where rusted gates keep the way.
Trash, from car windows, fall land-bound to the roadside.
Graffiti conquers forgotten alleyways.
Tarps rip away from broken windows, hung on shards of glass.
Birds stumble through the smog.
Asphalt is laid, worn, then relaid.
Telephone wires droop and break away.
Traffic stops then starts, then stops again.
Sidewalks remain empty.
Trails dissolve into the brush.
Tree by tree it's cleared away.
My vision narrows to a screen. ...
Rivers pour into concrete: where rusted gates keep the way.
Trash, from car windows, fall land-bound to the roadside.
Graffiti conquers forgotten alleyways.
Tarps rip away from broken windows, hung on shards of glass.
Birds stumble through the smog.
Asphalt is laid, worn, then relaid.
Telephone wires droop and break away.
Traffic stops then starts, then stops again.
Sidewalks remain empty.
Trails dissolve into the brush.
Tree by tree it's cleared away.
My vision narrows to a screen. ...
#TruthOfLife
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Mar 2019 1:22pm
14th Mar 2019 1:22pm
seas-a-stir
Fair Maiden on the bow
Our lair is ladened, sinking how?
We must keep to the oceans brow
Toss the rusted anchor
Heave the crippled cannons
The seas-a-stir
Fair maiden on the bow
Furrowed bouts of springing force
Push us out, veer our course
Clouds are sparse, but hang low
Heavy and dark, rain will sow
Fair maiden on the bow
Harsh cliffs, but close to land
We all crave that steady warm sand
Fair maiden on the bow
Lead us home, let us stand
Our lair is ladened, sinking how?
We must keep to the oceans brow
Toss the rusted anchor
Heave the crippled cannons
The seas-a-stir
Fair maiden on the bow
Furrowed bouts of springing force
Push us out, veer our course
Clouds are sparse, but hang low
Heavy and dark, rain will sow
Fair maiden on the bow
Harsh cliffs, but close to land
We all crave that steady warm sand
Fair maiden on the bow
Lead us home, let us stand
#sea
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2019 00:26am
20th Feb 2019 00:26am
Ambiguous, but sounds cool...
To look down a beach along the wetted sands.
Along a straight of the coast of rocky land.
One may see three unique horizon lines;
The sea, the earth, and the sky
The horizontal meets the zenith
Where those sought after truths all lie.
Walk along the beach. Live, discover then, die.
Along a straight of the coast of rocky land.
One may see three unique horizon lines;
The sea, the earth, and the sky
The horizontal meets the zenith
Where those sought after truths all lie.
Walk along the beach. Live, discover then, die.
#StreamOfConsciousness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jan 2019 1:04am
24th Jan 2019 1:04am
Seeking Sumer
Mighty does the wind blow. Aching to swallow life whole. The little life left Careening from the whole. Painted white. The forests dissipate from the land faded to ash.
Furrowed into the depths of the blizzard. Each weighty step, as if burdened by the decision of life or death, sink deep into the snow. The bitter cold gnaws, rips, and crushes her being. Nothing can be said, or hardy done. The sky is no longer. The Horizon left guideless. Pace by pace trudged through the snow. Placing her palm upon cheek and unfeeling, all is numb.
The warm hearth and low chatter of the village are...
Furrowed into the depths of the blizzard. Each weighty step, as if burdened by the decision of life or death, sink deep into the snow. The bitter cold gnaws, rips, and crushes her being. Nothing can be said, or hardy done. The sky is no longer. The Horizon left guideless. Pace by pace trudged through the snow. Placing her palm upon cheek and unfeeling, all is numb.
The warm hearth and low chatter of the village are...
#winter
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jan 2019 5:33pm
16th Jan 2019 5:33pm
Tundra
Erratic eyes.
A vicious velocity
Breaking through
The suppressing snow
Of the benign blizzard-
That holds no passion or hate for the lives of men.
Hands grasping.
lungs gasping,
Drowning in a powderized fate.
Tundra spark!
Rebirth!
Seeking summer!
I am the lark!
A vicious velocity
Breaking through
The suppressing snow
Of the benign blizzard-
That holds no passion or hate for the lives of men.
Hands grasping.
lungs gasping,
Drowning in a powderized fate.
Tundra spark!
Rebirth!
Seeking summer!
I am the lark!
#strength
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