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 Jan 2019 6:00pm
8th Jan 2019 6:00pm
Maya: Iteration
We pushed aside the Pyrus leaves,
Tore the crumpled blades,
And ripped the stones
Up and to the side,
Away. Away. Away.
We took chunks of earth
Root by root,
And the mud that clung to their systems.
We put all our efforts into mere inches only to
Cease. Stop. Be done.
So we packed it back
Tighter than before.
The ground was shallow there.
The grass no more,
But a dark sage overcame it still
And its moisture and density, filled.
A corrupted moss that marked
Where our...
Tore the crumpled blades,
And ripped the stones
Up and to the side,
Away. Away. Away.
We took chunks of earth
Root by root,
And the mud that clung to their systems.
We put all our efforts into mere inches only to
Cease. Stop. Be done.
So we packed it back
Tighter than before.
The ground was shallow there.
The grass no more,
But a dark sage overcame it still
And its moisture and density, filled.
A corrupted moss that marked
Where our...
#winter
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3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2019 4:47pm
8th Jan 2019 4:47pm
Maya
A stoneless grave.
Only sunken marks, in the wet snow.
Save by man and best friend;
Or the shadows cast low.
Broken roots to be replanted suit
Then covered again.
Bone become wood,
And wood and mud
And earth: then home.
Only sunken marks, in the wet snow.
Save by man and best friend;
Or the shadows cast low.
Broken roots to be replanted suit
Then covered again.
Bone become wood,
And wood and mud
And earth: then home.
#winter
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2018 8:09am
2nd Dec 2018 8:09am
Some Mis-syllabled Haikus
I.
Through old and ancient trees.
Through newly born clouds.
Light that gives pessimists hope.
II.
Low beneath the horizon.
Lo' the silver hell.
No longer shall I feel pain.
III.
Down hand! Upon strung up wood.
Upon notes of warmth.
Down hand! Up Heart! Away soul!
Through old and ancient trees.
Through newly born clouds.
Light that gives pessimists hope.
II.
Low beneath the horizon.
Lo' the silver hell.
No longer shall I feel pain.
III.
Down hand! Upon strung up wood.
Upon notes of warmth.
Down hand! Up Heart! Away soul!
#haiku
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2018 6:13pm
18th Oct 2018 6:13pm
Nonsensical and Unfinished: 2
Traveling light regardless.
Beyond bright days. Through
Dim nights. Dim lights fighting
Amongst the stars- trying
To fit in. Hanging like paper kites
Never reaching our field of sight.
Always almost there. Never
Anywhere. That weight to bare.
Looking for looks that seem fair
Feeling a constant tear
Of twine, uncertainty in flying:
Will the wind win? Which direction?
Which way? One might never say.
Traveling sights. Hedonists
Sending time through time
Never getting lost.
Never having known the way.
Beyond bright days. Through
Dim nights. Dim lights fighting
Amongst the stars- trying
To fit in. Hanging like paper kites
Never reaching our field of sight.
Always almost there. Never
Anywhere. That weight to bare.
Looking for looks that seem fair
Feeling a constant tear
Of twine, uncertainty in flying:
Will the wind win? Which direction?
Which way? One might never say.
Traveling sights. Hedonists
Sending time through time
Never getting lost.
Never having known the way.
#stars
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Oct 2018 6:02pm
18th Oct 2018 6:02pm
The throes.
Fall, Falling, Fallen.
Leaves tentatively clawing.
Hesitation from the sky;
A forgotten home, a distant memory high.
While contender blades grapple with their tender bodies.
While deathly rakes rip grass roots from tamped earth.
A movement that left life fruitful, but fading-
Amongst the last greenery. At last, flatly they laid.
Awaiting inevitably, into the season of eternal shade.
Leaves tentatively clawing.
Hesitation from the sky;
A forgotten home, a distant memory high.
While contender blades grapple with their tender bodies.
While deathly rakes rip grass roots from tamped earth.
A movement that left life fruitful, but fading-
Amongst the last greenery. At last, flatly they laid.
Awaiting inevitably, into the season of eternal shade.
#fall
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2018 2:55am
3rd Apr 2018 2:55am
Graveyard
When the clouds part
to reveal darker overcast
and the dim
flesh tone streetlights
off beyond the treelined fence
that surrounds this sanctuary of the dead,
defended from the living or optimistic,
sparkle and glisten as the cricket’s chirp
and squirrels purr in their steady slumber.
Momentary Peace arises within me.
to reveal darker overcast
and the dim
flesh tone streetlights
off beyond the treelined fence
that surrounds this sanctuary of the dead,
defended from the living or optimistic,
sparkle and glisten as the cricket’s chirp
and squirrels purr in their steady slumber.
Momentary Peace arises within me.
#insomnia
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jan 2018 3:48am
5th Jan 2018 3:48am
Grandma Robin
My promising hands withdrew from ivories.
Crows feet waving back at me,
bright white and glistening always.
No matter...
From the tan Volkswagen
with wood paneling
I’ve never seen one, but
In this branded electric Prius- that is seen,
there is no renaissance woman
No aged library full of books with, never, leather binding
Only thin lines and typed texts.
You fed the squirrel outside your study
crunchy peanut butter and berries
It would leave a trail of crumbs
That would guide me to the museums
Where electric static...
Crows feet waving back at me,
bright white and glistening always.
No matter...
From the tan Volkswagen
with wood paneling
I’ve never seen one, but
In this branded electric Prius- that is seen,
there is no renaissance woman
No aged library full of books with, never, leather binding
Only thin lines and typed texts.
You fed the squirrel outside your study
crunchy peanut butter and berries
It would leave a trail of crumbs
That would guide me to the museums
Where electric static...
#universe
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Dec 2017 9:57am
17th Dec 2017 9:57am
Not The Vandal Who Ravaged Gaul
Faded in gold, "Mercury" graffiti.
I had left behind a storefront branded
With names that did not matter to me.
Yet, the matter that clung here,
Vapor of what was left
of what the concrete was keeping
Gold paint through paint seeping
upon the alley wall, vestiges
from the past. No longer all here.
But the echoes that reverberate, in smoke,
do so with our hopes and fears.
In the reflection of the glass shards
beneath me, I saw the mirrored wall
of the alley behind...
I had left behind a storefront branded
With names that did not matter to me.
Yet, the matter that clung here,
Vapor of what was left
of what the concrete was keeping
Gold paint through paint seeping
upon the alley wall, vestiges
from the past. No longer all here.
But the echoes that reverberate, in smoke,
do so with our hopes and fears.
In the reflection of the glass shards
beneath me, I saw the mirrored wall
of the alley behind...
#PopCulture
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2017 11:16am
14th Dec 2017 11:16am
Congratulations
Troubled.
Static, not ecstatic.
Almost disregarded.
Disintegrated.
Almost dissipated
from existence.
Faded
from the world,
tho not Metaphysical.
A realm
with little hope
and yet,
Just that,
an idea to let.
Allow persistence
in the back of your mind.
Don’t stand against, determination.
Don’t forbid the brazen.
Step on hesitation.
Don't forget participation
You’re half the action.
Your part a’ this equation.
You need us
and, yes, we need you too.
...
Static, not ecstatic.
Almost disregarded.
Disintegrated.
Almost dissipated
from existence.
Faded
from the world,
tho not Metaphysical.
A realm
with little hope
and yet,
Just that,
an idea to let.
Allow persistence
in the back of your mind.
Don’t stand against, determination.
Don’t forbid the brazen.
Step on hesitation.
Don't forget participation
You’re half the action.
Your part a’ this equation.
You need us
and, yes, we need you too.
...
#dark
#shadows
#humankind
#CallToAction
#StreamOfConsciousness
661 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2017 11:19pm
11th Dec 2017 11:19pm
Newton
An apple fell to the ground.
It’s broken red flesh revealing all,
A bruised and blackened core.
Upon coarse sand, it had landed.
From the open sky, it had come.
The seeds within it lie, look out
observing none. No viable earth.
Their end came on the horizon lining,
before they had taken root.
All, but one remained inside, biding.
Time! This single seed wanted to last.
With Hope and Faith climbs through the gash
upon the stem he gazed out.
to see a great tree, an oasis in the desert.
Life living, purpose found,...
It’s broken red flesh revealing all,
A bruised and blackened core.
Upon coarse sand, it had landed.
From the open sky, it had come.
The seeds within it lie, look out
observing none. No viable earth.
Their end came on the horizon lining,
before they had taken root.
All, but one remained inside, biding.
Time! This single seed wanted to last.
With Hope and Faith climbs through the gash
upon the stem he gazed out.
to see a great tree, an oasis in the desert.
Life living, purpose found,...
#metaphor
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2017 1:52am
11th Dec 2017 1:52am
Privilege
Consume.
Blind yourself
with light.
Keep your eyes
unadjusted
to the dim and the dull.
You'll never see the fireflies
or Cygnus
on a warm summer night.
You'll be indoors, in love,
but only surface level.
Your grass is turf and artificial.
Your mansion is illuminated
by aesthetic brights.
Your garden tended
by an immigrant
with a yearning heart
that fights-
For a better life.
That is the strife. You
have forgotten or never knew.
The grass is always greener, but...
Blind yourself
with light.
Keep your eyes
unadjusted
to the dim and the dull.
You'll never see the fireflies
or Cygnus
on a warm summer night.
You'll be indoors, in love,
but only surface level.
Your grass is turf and artificial.
Your mansion is illuminated
by aesthetic brights.
Your garden tended
by an immigrant
with a yearning heart
that fights-
For a better life.
That is the strife. You
have forgotten or never knew.
The grass is always greener, but...
#spiritual
#humankind
#LifeChangingMoment
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2017 1:44am
8th Dec 2017 1:44am
Consumer
What do you call it?
Drink in hand,
can barely stand.
A stagger,
mistaken for swagger.
Fist slammed on table
in violent fervor.
Reckless thoughtless actions
By a shell of a man
that can’t even cast
a shadow,
let alone stand.
Barking like a rabid dog.
Those around him cower in fear
If he’s lucky.
If he’s not:
He’ll waste away.
A nobody
to nobody.
Drink in hand,
can barely stand.
A stagger,
mistaken for swagger.
Fist slammed on table
in violent fervor.
Reckless thoughtless actions
By a shell of a man
that can’t even cast
a shadow,
let alone stand.
Barking like a rabid dog.
Those around him cower in fear
If he’s lucky.
If he’s not:
He’ll waste away.
A nobody
to nobody.
#anger
#grief
#confusion
#despair
#emptiness
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