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 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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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2017 10:04pm
2nd Dec 2017 10:04pm
Vague Waves
I see my vague reflection within them,
estranged shimmering textures. Sometimes
words on monitors distract from mayhem,
branded with blank; the common paradigm.
Streets render, tar trenches of attrition.
to collapse and fade when I turn away.
Constant construction and demolition.
When night comes, earth forgets, regrets of days.
I’m alone under a dim fluorescence.
Sometimes, I think it flashes leaden blue.
Only primary colors, In essence.
I hear only whispers, “Nothing will do.”
The world is overflowing in vague waves
and...
estranged shimmering textures. Sometimes
words on monitors distract from mayhem,
branded with blank; the common paradigm.
Streets render, tar trenches of attrition.
to collapse and fade when I turn away.
Constant construction and demolition.
When night comes, earth forgets, regrets of days.
I’m alone under a dim fluorescence.
Sometimes, I think it flashes leaden blue.
Only primary colors, In essence.
I hear only whispers, “Nothing will do.”
The world is overflowing in vague waves
and...
#death
#philosophical
#symbolism
465 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Nov 2017 00:52am
29th Nov 2017 00:52am
Steps on concrete
Steps on concrete
hurt as you run.
Each grain,
permanents of the whole,
yet it still cracks and breaks
Fades, like brick,
of color. Sun-bleached;
each step lighter than the last.
The rise and fall of heavy plodding,
of wide lunging, of striding.
From humble setting
to climax and yet
the eventuality of falling
in action
and as its conclusion
draws near. Fear-
immeasurable ripples of motion
Through the concrete.
Dead leaves tumble over its surface
Revealing only a vestige, ...
hurt as you run.
Each grain,
permanents of the whole,
yet it still cracks and breaks
Fades, like brick,
of color. Sun-bleached;
each step lighter than the last.
The rise and fall of heavy plodding,
of wide lunging, of striding.
From humble setting
to climax and yet
the eventuality of falling
in action
and as its conclusion
draws near. Fear-
immeasurable ripples of motion
Through the concrete.
Dead leaves tumble over its surface
Revealing only a vestige, ...
#nature
#evolution
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Nov 2017 10:50pm
25th Nov 2017 10:50pm
Nonsensical and Unfinished
Electric Sockets
Energy in your back pockets
Knowledge at your fingertips
Virtual reality with kissing lips
Piss off the second-floor balcony
Amen! Aimin’ for the Rose Garden.
Trying not to cause a scene,
But deep down still hoping someone will see
This is how I will Stave off death
This is how I will avoid the red stains
that Mark ketchup dripping from a burger pains
At least land on the plate man
Not my fucking shirt, damn!
These are first world problems
In a third world world
I can't stand criticism ...
Energy in your back pockets
Knowledge at your fingertips
Virtual reality with kissing lips
Piss off the second-floor balcony
Amen! Aimin’ for the Rose Garden.
Trying not to cause a scene,
But deep down still hoping someone will see
This is how I will Stave off death
This is how I will avoid the red stains
that Mark ketchup dripping from a burger pains
At least land on the plate man
Not my fucking shirt, damn!
These are first world problems
In a third world world
I can't stand criticism ...
#depression
#sex
#power
#shadows
#dance
440 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2017 7:47am
22nd Nov 2017 7:47am
The Night Is Young
The night is young
The night is young.”
A beat like a drum,
repetition drives the swell.
“The night is young.”
Unlike none Before,
That hurried feeling
as the pace rises.
Rises to neither last nor fade
besieged then dissipated about us
made, quietly.
“The night is young.”
Smoke that rose just above
the floor. That divides us,
From the past, now, and later
From where we've slept- where we stand
and where we'll lunge to be laid to rest,
desperately grabbing.
“The night is young.” ...
The night is young.”
A beat like a drum,
repetition drives the swell.
“The night is young.”
Unlike none Before,
That hurried feeling
as the pace rises.
Rises to neither last nor fade
besieged then dissipated about us
made, quietly.
“The night is young.”
Smoke that rose just above
the floor. That divides us,
From the past, now, and later
From where we've slept- where we stand
and where we'll lunge to be laid to rest,
desperately grabbing.
“The night is young.” ...
#universe
#stars
#sky
#night
#metaphor
434 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2017 7:30pm
18th Nov 2017 7:30pm
Industry
In the end,
color sparks then, fades.
They turn brittle to become dust.
In the end,
It was not the thickness of crust,
But bade and blade of the lumberjack
Who called upon life.
Both buying and selling.
In the end
tall, short,
strong or weak,
only the lucky ones remain,
but the way they stand now is not the same.
Like from a strong wind
Bending, breaking,
Twisting and cracking
In the end
bow,
check,
crook,
cup,
knot,
shake,
split or
Twist
Stacked high at The Home...
color sparks then, fades.
They turn brittle to become dust.
In the end,
It was not the thickness of crust,
But bade and blade of the lumberjack
Who called upon life.
Both buying and selling.
In the end
tall, short,
strong or weak,
only the lucky ones remain,
but the way they stand now is not the same.
Like from a strong wind
Bending, breaking,
Twisting and cracking
In the end
bow,
check,
crook,
cup,
knot,
shake,
split or
Twist
Stacked high at The Home...
#nature
#humankind
#LifeCycle
438 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2017 5:05am
16th Nov 2017 5:05am
Cryptic
Poetic life. A vibrant life of color
though short-lived
often more enjoyable in variation-
pits and peaks lived.
A stagnant long and, endless journey,
furthermore being endless-
thus redundant at a day's end bore
of boredom of kingdom of still trivial
pointless if not shared
known thus lines in and of itself lack
purpose if unknown.
People you or I must find points
of meaning to hide behind the written lines
Of pens tipped fine. L.E.
though short-lived
often more enjoyable in variation-
pits and peaks lived.
A stagnant long and, endless journey,
furthermore being endless-
thus redundant at a day's end bore
of boredom of kingdom of still trivial
pointless if not shared
known thus lines in and of itself lack
purpose if unknown.
People you or I must find points
of meaning to hide behind the written lines
Of pens tipped fine. L.E.
#anxiety
#love
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
597 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2017 5:03am
16th Nov 2017 5:03am
Dirty Play
Boom a yawl.
The clatter of pipe-
Cold Steel “Yelp!”
Soaring pain. Bruised
and battered skin.
Tattered rags.
The glow of green.
The stain of red.
A contrasting melding scene.
The patter of steps hurried “run run run.”
Plant and wait. Harvest and stock.
The machines are silent
it's the people that make the noise.
Bang Bang the clatter of pipe
of metal on flesh
break crack splinter
goes the bone
he falls hitting the ground
splatter- the blood.
“It doesn't matter,
he's gone now.
Time keeps...
The clatter of pipe-
Cold Steel “Yelp!”
Soaring pain. Bruised
and battered skin.
Tattered rags.
The glow of green.
The stain of red.
A contrasting melding scene.
The patter of steps hurried “run run run.”
Plant and wait. Harvest and stock.
The machines are silent
it's the people that make the noise.
Bang Bang the clatter of pipe
of metal on flesh
break crack splinter
goes the bone
he falls hitting the ground
splatter- the blood.
“It doesn't matter,
he's gone now.
Time keeps...
#dark
#suffering
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Nov 2017 11:05am
14th Nov 2017 11:05am
To be shared
E wacho!
It’s to be shared.
The taste of mate through a metal straw,
from the land of gold and sun.
Rich, on the back of your silent tongue.
No, “thank you”
Lick your lips.
Motion for more.
Chin or gin?
A banters break from monotony, the addiction to sleep.
Never warm,
pero candente, (as they say.)
It’s not té.
It's mate.
It’s to be shared.
The taste of mate through a metal straw,
from the land of gold and sun.
Rich, on the back of your silent tongue.
No, “thank you”
Lick your lips.
Motion for more.
Chin or gin?
A banters break from monotony, the addiction to sleep.
Never warm,
pero candente, (as they say.)
It’s not té.
It's mate.
#lust
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Nov 2017 11:40pm
12th Nov 2017 11:40pm
Cliche
Oh! Woe is me!
You're as warm as the summer breeze.
For you, O’ democracy! I take a knee.
In my solitude, I walk along the sea.
blackened polluter
smog saluter
human obscene
Lifes purpose goes unseen
As my life is ripped apart at the seams
Oh! Woe is me!
I am soothing my heart within a shell,
but it echoes, merely static ocean.
Howling winds blow as my woes remain, unattended.
Life lived in vain
Me thinks "No one else like me be!"
You're as warm as the summer breeze.
For you, O’ democracy! I take a knee.
In my solitude, I walk along the sea.
blackened polluter
smog saluter
human obscene
Lifes purpose goes unseen
As my life is ripped apart at the seams
Oh! Woe is me!
I am soothing my heart within a shell,
but it echoes, merely static ocean.
Howling winds blow as my woes remain, unattended.
Life lived in vain
Me thinks "No one else like me be!"
#LifeAsAWriter
419 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Nov 2017 11:36pm
12th Nov 2017 11:36pm
Canyon
Into an empty Canyon, I yelled
beneath the great stars that I beheld
Orion out for prey amongst the universes dredges
I sat upon the cliff so carefully, minding not to pass sharp edges.
Pebbles big and small were shifted
into an endless abyss as silence persisted.
For my Echoes, I waited, yet the quiet remained unabated.
Here I shall wait forevermore as the lorn that lingers, I adore.
beneath the great stars that I beheld
Orion out for prey amongst the universes dredges
I sat upon the cliff so carefully, minding not to pass sharp edges.
Pebbles big and small were shifted
into an endless abyss as silence persisted.
For my Echoes, I waited, yet the quiet remained unabated.
Here I shall wait forevermore as the lorn that lingers, I adore.
#emptiness
#frustration
#loneliness
445 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2017 10:51am
10th Nov 2017 10:51am
Isolation
Snow subdued the prints upon the soft sands
A beach besieged by rhythmic waves, calling and culling balance.
Steady lumbering steps wandering a distant shore.
Dubious eyes looking back across the water
and seeing the first light of day...
I've come to realize, to wade out all this way
only to experience in delay
and sometimes never so.
to swim back
tired arms would break the waves
until tired waves would break me
Inevitability.
I'm stomping my feet
because I want to leave something behind.
but only oil permeates from...
A beach besieged by rhythmic waves, calling and culling balance.
Steady lumbering steps wandering a distant shore.
Dubious eyes looking back across the water
and seeing the first light of day...
I've come to realize, to wade out all this way
only to experience in delay
and sometimes never so.
to swim back
tired arms would break the waves
until tired waves would break me
Inevitability.
I'm stomping my feet
because I want to leave something behind.
but only oil permeates from...
#sadness
#confessional
#learning
#travel
#tea
584 reads
4 Comments
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