underwater misfortune
finding a hidden miracle
in mistakes properly learned from
so used to failure
i crack the codes of the rudiments of reversal
of mistakes properly learned from
i now play chess with life
life always wins because i
have no idea how to play
i move on to going back to
being a veteran amateur
of knowing nothing
the beauty of the mirror
mirror on the wall is
primarily up to me
as i swim up to the
surface of the water for
much needed air, the sperm
whale of life beats me to it
and forces me back down with
the impact of its impact
The world feeds on tragedy, with an insatiable hunger for misfortune,
They demand confessions, not out of care, but to dissect and devour the soul,
When I reveal my pain, their eyes become glassy with disgust,
And their pity drips like acid on my open and bleeding wounds.
Perhaps that's why I've made my sadness a "nameless grave,"
A place I visit alone, away from prying eyes,
Where no one can turn my pain into a fleeting spectacle,
Where silence weaves veils over memories and unshed tears.
There, in the dark silence, I bury my sufferings one by one,
Away from eyes that wish to turn my story into a show,
I have found a sanctuary where the echoes of pain are my silent confidants,
And only shadows keep me company in this dance of lost souls.
It is a place where I can breathe without feeling the weight of curious gazes,
A space where pain is not a phenomenon but a part of me,
A corner of the world where silence whispers solace and secrets,
And where, ultimately, I learn to embrace my own darkness.
Faded Love
Vanishing rainbow, freezing rain, dead desire, broken life
Lost faith, sinking fate, desert life, fear, lost hope, a knife
A blade in a heart, that is dead, lost wistfulness, torn blood
But the love was for blue blood, not mine, dream said guys
A soul carries this misfortune throughout a life, sad lifetime
Always, every time on his way, suffering old, a young guy
My age gone
I loved her
Only love
My age young
Only love
gone
Found herself long in the tooth
Burdened with responsibilities
As the clock kept ticking
Being hospitable began to wane
Regardless of hope keeping in touch
Working harder had become symbolic
For she had a negligible threshold
That supremely played a crucial part
A part in soaking all the fitness up
Until she lost the spiritedness
Did all she accessed for the fruits
Bore all the affliction of misfortune
Spoke many languages to herself
Walked long miles wall-to-wall
But couldn't control her fate
This heightened sensivity was a sword
Double-edged through the feelings
At times sympathy was highly valuable
The blues discerned from the seeds
The high sensitivity to others' emotions
Amid such grief, she's into being mellow
Avoided and crossed numerous arrows
The Omniscient providing for her with pillow
Here comes the relief, there goes the sorrows
Behold, it's time for the land to remain fallow
Broken promise wounds
Sting with ease of negligence
Weak and frail I plead
From the ground where you left me
Forsaking cranes fly above
Welcomed to the world with exalted joy,
Family waiting for a celestial blessing,
They believed in miracles, believed in prayers,
Bringing immense bliss, she was their answer!
Life changed, when fate thrust misfortune on her,
Hurtful words hit her like a dagger from every direction,
She stood alone, resolute, unperturbed...
Inflicted, she bled profusely inside.
A shiny mirror shattered into a million pieces!
The rose dried, delicate petals withered and dropped,
One after another, on the hard ground,
There was no noise of the bleeding heart,
No one could see the gaping wound,
The secret tear of grief,
No one knew how the softness of a velvetty flower
Turned into steely determination!
Crown
I'm disappointed of myself
I don't know how I got here
I don't seem to be able to change
no matter the sea of tears
I keep doing the same
hurting whoever is near
I'm feeling so ashamed
I want to dissapear...
I sit here daily to write
without knowing what to say
I don't know who I want to reach
I don't know what I need to learn
I keep saying that I am better
but that is just bull
when I have to do it again
I make the same mistakes...
And i don't have that much time
to figure all of this out
before I can fix my life
I am not going to be around
and what am I going to bring
with me to the ground?
all the people I've hurt
for having been born with a thorned crown.
Jessica
There are no easy answers as to why bad things occur.
There’s no rhyme or reason as to who might be affected.
Though there may be a philosophy to which you prefer,
Usually, when bad things happen, it’s unexpected.
Whether or not you believe that angels’ wings unfurled
Can make the reality of life around you exist,
There may be a higher power at work in the world.
Thoughts of a supreme being are not easily dismissed.
So, live your life as though there may be a god of some form
Who has a reason for everything that happens here.
And no matter what tragedy they decide to perform,
You will never live your life in complete and total fear.
hapless they who become entangled ~ in webs of deceit
Written May 10, 2022
Misfortunate life tangled us like goofy hair.
We try to release this tangled miserable with care.
But we got tangled more when we took it lightly.
We need to open our mind to tackle and beat it proudly.
We can make our unfair or hard luck into our favor.
We the human beings have the biggest weapon called brain.
Our brain can solve the problem with ease.
If we can remove negative thoughts and grow positive thinking.
Resemblance is a brief conceptual imagination.
We need not to become like Lord Jesus or Buddha or anything.
Our own experience will tell the whole story.
Our passion will create our Imagination.
Our will power going to make us what we dreamed before.
Our hard working capacity will reach the destination in time.
As Julius Caesar said before “I came, I saw, I conquered”
Now I say a thing but not much similar meaning to Caesar.
I say “I born, I saw, I observed, I loved, I achieved”
I came to this philosophy after I haunted by misfortune.
But then I made my path with those characteristic.
A coin is twisted
Head ot tail
Fortune or misfortune
To be decided by
A swirling turn
A baby is born
Fortune or misfortune
To be decided by fate
The unknown
But to everything
There is a dark and a bright side
Only hopes from God
And perseverance from man
Will make life easier for us
They were wavy heart told,
there was a silver star-shaped pot of gold
at the end of the hellstorm rainbow
This was the time-honored
private talk
to the latest crop
of pawn fodder privates
Battlefield grunts on the frontline
A pact of brothers
of diverse colors
in the Death Metal Band
Human shield runts in the chain-of-command
The General consensus was,
the grieving families would annuity understand
But the living remnant,
the broken pieces of bloodied memories
They reaped the iron-copper riches of the sword,
the carnage cursed misfortune of war
The hailed heroes were uniformly told,
there was a halo-shaped pot of gold
at the end of the cluster explosion glow
What was left unsaid:
Was how to live
with shrapnel in the soul —
Faceless collateral
on the stained coins
of valorous tears
Buried inside the chest
Tainted treasure of splattered images
Regrettably,
so beggarly numb to forget
10-15-21
Misfortune is the fruit of a twisted tree
An endless abyss deafens my forlorn plea
Silence feeds on the passing of days
Memories shine through my unending haze
Bittersweet tears drawn from eternal shame
The spoils of igniting a passionate flame
Embers singe the spirit of the night
A dulled gaze cannot break an all-seeing light
Ravenous consumption a moment too soon
Unfulfilled expectations for I am immune
Love born from an abstract heart
Failure distilled from an artificial art
Comfort resides in a fleeting thought
Pleasure’s wealth exists to be bought
Dejection and regret shall not enslave
Nothing commands the depths of my grave
My cooler crocked, and my stove tragically burst.
My roof fan has become unhinged from the thread.
The dishwasher declined to start and had scent of burnt.
A breaker in one of my divider stoves is dead.
When I let one loose in the elevator
As we hear a significant break, an aged lady arises.
I advised her: not to be afraid crying isn't for senior.
"My primary care physician thinks I look 20," she replies.
Written: August 1st, 2021
When I Let One Loose In The Elevator Poetry Contest
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There aren't many chances for misfortune to come across the path of the wise
For his concern is spirituality that his soul him with it preoccupies!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 June 2021
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