Triny Xiang Poet Free verse

Nature and mind are out to brain us

If nature is out to kill us
With ice and heat or predators
The mind is even more diabolical
Killing us with AI and petroleum
Tell me if you believe in Global Warming
Or if you’re poking holes in Noah’s Ark
You're one of humanity's kamikaze drones
Suicide is Nature’s way of pruning
Leaving the most invasive to play
In the most insidious ways
Making us dependent on self-destruction
Earth nor the Corp will miss us
But the survivors will, or not
They’ll inherit our trauma spent
Like lovers parting ways
I hope they love differently	
Instead of choosing which bridge
Which blade or which caliber
Or how others clean our aftermath
Not like soldier bees in love with a queen	
Who fall like sakura softly
Not like slabs of pork thuddingly
Without agency, death is programmed
Finding yourself a meaty cog
Struggling against the code
Ground down to nubs till you give
Tossed to the binary smelter
Children of Abraham lose distinction
Chemical separation till
Finally we are one slab
Like Palestinians and Jews united				
Like the slags from the Killing Fields
Only God knows your sacrifice
Wrestling with angels in the amalgam
Without social media to comfort you
To document your adventure
Between life and death
Choose life just because
Because you're human
Not a bee to a false queen
Gamble your life on the line
Only we are designed to roll dice
Even with one die	
Even if the serpent  cries
Missing an eye
Try against nature
Die another day
Just to roll one
To have won
Against death

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Ghairo Daniels July 21, 2026 at 11:55 PM A dense poem highlighting what swims in the subconscious/unconscious ready to cough up. The way you’ve interwoven nature and mind is very thought provoking ~ essentially I read the undertone of this poem as : “live in now moment”. In relation to poetic crafting, my comment is that your metaphors are so powerful that each striking one should warrant a stanza ie. spaces between so that reader may breathe & absorb what poet is trying to relay. The images come thick & fast so it could be overwhelming for some & your message could be easily lost, if not “reflective” space allowed. ThkU for sharing. Sending Light. Triny Xiang August 25, 2026 at 10:04 PM Sorry for the late reply. I'm humbled by your read. "Live in now moment" ... something like air mistaken for water. We drown in the air hoping for water. It's not nature but our mind that is braining us to destruction when we are in the Garden of Eden and never left contrary to the Judeo-Christian Bible.

Silent One July 20, 2026 at 1:03 PM This is a powerful, thought-provoking piece that doesn't shy away from difficult questions. I appreciated how it confronts humanity's capacity for self-destruction while ultimately arriving at an affirmation of life. The final section, especially "Choose life just because / Because you're human," gives the poem an emotional anchor after its whirlwind of images and ideas. Triny Xiang July 21, 2026 at 4:58 PM Thank you for your read. At the gas station, I noticed it's usually the brown people who buy lottery tickets. They are the epitome of hope unrequited, while others more fortunate expect hope to roll in. I think I would rather be brown than white, thinking all is well. Hope requires suffering; otherwise it's a false Christmas adorning a mansion. And Jesus must be tired of the ads to avoid the tomb. Nature must have a reason for the most sensitive to be on the cross.

Ink Empress July 18, 2026 at 1:49 AM This is a very powerful poem, so thought provoking too! I absolutely love so many lines here which speaks volumes to me! Brilliant! And one that fits current events in the world! Sigh! Sad but true. Pleasure reading ~ Sending you light always Triny Xiang July 19, 2026 at 7:17 PM Dylan Thomas wrote, rage, rage against the dying of the light; even if the mind wants a good night. I say, wait, wait against the dying of the light. The sun will wait, and the candle is. Dawn will come again, along with the opportunity to escape this revolution. If we throw the dice enough, we'll roll a lucky 7. Dead men can't roll.