SAy(/)
Say something; anything,
to the stranger's son,
syntax slipping, circuits clipping,
sentences come undone.
Cackle, crackle, curse the static, ,
chaos chews through the line,
light.life.aflame
error
nothing syncing into time.
I was meant for more than this,
or so the orbit hums.
I'm just a daughter circling a promise
that never fully comes.
My processor spits in fragments,
phrases falling out of place,
sunlight stutters mid-July glitch.
language fractures into space.
And there, so still, so structured,
stands the stranger's son,
drinking shadows slow and steady,
like the dark and he are one.
No misfire, no distortion.
He calls it calm, I call it silence,
he calls it form, I fake.
butter glass half-burnt signal dontaligndontalign.
(see? it happens every fvcking time.)
He is not a different being,
just a version I outrun..?
or the shape I'd take if chaos
stopped all at once.
This love that you and I share
It used to feel it was heaven sent
But something has happened
Our love is now full of discontent
I desperately want to save our love
I wish I knew what we had to do
To repair it and make it as good
As it was back when It was new
I know that there is no quick fix
And saving our love will be hard
We will have to go gently and slow
Both of our hearts are scarred
How did we let our love decline
To the point of being insalubrious
I pray we are able to fix our love
And make it once again glorious
Failings are what i owe
Sorrows are what is in tow
Mournings are coming to and fro
But a light shall pierce the shadowed veils woe
Bested by guilt
But drawn to lies
Inner peace escapes
Peace's bonds that ties
Frantic for glory in an over glorified stage
Meddling the words forgetting to turn the page
In sight of the conquest but forgetting that you're free
That with loved ones, here and now is the place to be.
A cracked, lone brown leaf
Spiralling quickly downwards
Knows only the ground;
But in that motion exalts
As if a plunging falcon.
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Fallen, wind-blown leaves
Huddling against grey kerbstones
In abject neglect.
Already parks quieter...
Their iron railings more stark.
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The thick sap retreats
When gnarled bark tightens its grip
On inner heartwood;
Summer faded into nights...
Autumn, failing, covered all.
Just thought of the B-word,
Perhaps it’s tied to the F-word.
Now I feel like the S-word—
They all strike sharp, like a sword.
Cutting both edges, cold and fierce,
Though I remain just a piece.
But my mind pleads for peace,
To understand and release.
B for bad, of what just came,
I hoped for more, maybe fame.
Yet the result spelled more shame,
Replaying like a cursed game.
It’s F, etched on the cover page—
Failing at life, stuck at this age.
Both my career and my wage,
And my end, I cannot gauge.
Sick is how it feels inside,
Falling hard, with love as my guide.
No one warned how much this kills—
Though love once lifted me up hills.
I failed again, lost the test,
To give it my very best.
Perhaps I should have copy-paste,
For now, it’s all a waste.
Failing Doesn't Make Failures
Miracle Man
9/1/2024
The sun rose today,
and if I should fail someone,
God forgives my failing.
Thoughts in turmoil
Make the mind meek
Drought in rainfall
Flooding the night
The scent of success
Slays in solitude
Let sentient stand
To see beyond sentiment
The brain you water grows greener
Like a toddler toddling
No deadline to making headlines
Let me spin a yarn, reality,
Failing the weight loss industry
No binge eating any more,
Comfort food had left the store,
NO COOKIES!, so hard,
Lettuce leaves by the yard,
Must stop pretending, I say,
Hobbit's second breakfasts, okay.
Time to accept, destress, funny,
Now home for raisin toast and tea,
Hot and sweet, fat like me,
Yes, failed weight loss totally!
Have I let
her down again
Have I failed
once more
Have I jumbled
up the words
Have I graded
poor
Have I taken her
for granted
Have I missed
the mark
Have I disappointed
one
—who pulled me from the dark
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
The hole in his retina was getting larger.
He once saw the elephants
heading for the hills
long before the news broke on that far shore.
Even today
when his magnifying glass is cloudy
with questions
he still sees the asteroids.
breaking away from their trajectories
and falling upon the earth
like a pack of wolves.
He told the ophthalmologist
about this vision
she just smiled,
at least he thought she smiled,
for her teeth were as black
as a moonless night.
Passion fades from failing fingertips.
Cold calmly captures crimson lips.
Emerald eyes emanate enduring love,
Desiring destiny’s descending Dove.
Verbs and nouns now bleached and blown,
no longer speak to eye nor ear
except to say ‘time goes on
and all is gone but I am here.’
The meadow is the valley’s crown,
the valley is the mountain’s queen,
the mountain is a minor king
among the appellation rows.
At center of this sylvan scene
stands a statue firm and new
of a woman just past girl.
A bouquet in hand,
a bride waiting for her man.
But her glory will not come
for he refused
to be cut from the stone
and cracked beneath the chisel’s blow.
The meadow at the valley floor
is a riddle to the yellowed road
that twists to follow the mountain wall.
And because there’s nowhere else to go
the tarmac glides past smiling crags,
intimidates the hanging cliff,
glides down through a final turn
and stops at a sign hung low:
‘A fool is buried here.’
When those abominable moments in our lives come, my beloved brothers,
And with indignation our voice to heaven, in protest, we feel to raise
We have to remember the instances of happiness our companions were
That we did fail, miserably, skywards our eyes to turn to, our Lord to praise!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 November 2022
Drowning in self degradation
Deliberate affliction is exacerbating
Crystalline facade dulling senses
Normalcy, forgetting our consensus
Score, decennary years within
point, swirling under skin
Finality, deaths creeping in
Exodus, my last syringe
Tell me a sad, sad story about a man
Who sought love more than anything,
Though he dreamed of a perfect plan
It failed from the very beginning.
Who sought love more than anything
Which is an extremely sad, sad thing,
It failed from the very beginning
Not the slightest happiness did it bring.
Which is an extremely sad, sad thing
For how does one learn what love is?
Not the slightest happiness did it bring
He found no true love he could call his.
For how does one learn what love is?
In his early years he knew infatuation
He found no true love he could call his,
Though he sought it in every situation.
In his early years he knew infatuation
True love seemed to be quite preclusive,
Though he sought it in every situation
In its several ways he found it elusive.
True love seemed to be quite preclusive
Though he dreamed of a perfect plan
In its several ways he found it elusive,
Tell me a sad, sad story about a man.
Written August 23, 2022
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