I have this jar, nothing special about it
Aside for the fact it is used to save money
You may ask about it, actually
I'm saving for something sweet like honey
They say everything cost money
If you live you pay for you to keep on living
If you die you pay to be buried
And here I thought if I just disappear
So does my financial responsibility
Isn't so hard, to choose
Whether to live or to die
Either choice still cost a fortune
So here I am keep on working
Keep on living, Saving for my funeral
The morning spills its liquid light,
A clockwork bird takes silent flight.
I fold the sheets, I brew the tea,
And tether my wild soul to me.
The porcelain cup, the silver spoon,
A quiet dance that frees the moon.
These little loops of thread and twine
Are what preserve this mind of mine.
When chaos howls, and skies turn red,
And gravity forgets my head,
I turn the knob, I sweep the floor,
And find the strength to breathe once more.
The mundane acts, a sacred chain,
That catch me as I fall through rain.
In spinning plates and polished glass,
I watch the darkest shadows pass.
A simple rhythm, ticking slow,
The only anchor that I know.
It saved me from the endless deep,
The gentle hours I wake and sleep.
Others will always take a little notice,
When you go missing, they look for you like potus.
Spring's face, Summer's now.
A much fiercer!
Its bee's peace-drone, warped into
Hornet's war-chant.
Who recoils not, stands
Up to it stemmed
More brave I, for this yarrow.
Only a plant!
Are we deluded
A mirage by?
Its arms, this backroad's shore-raised
Sea-cool hugs grant!
If, as they say:
"Saving a life is like saving the world."
I wonder,
When one wastes any number of lives,
How is it possible for him,
To avoid the wrath of our Lord?
Demetrios Trifiatis
18 March 2026
At eleven p.m., I start my day
Thinking, maybe this is not so o.k.
Since I wake up at seven
Hmm, I may just reach heaven
A tad prematurely ~ to my dismay
There are those who Save Coins for a better tomorrow
yet, to live for tomorrow is to live in Sorrow
for today truly is all we ever have
when one wields the Sword and Staff,
Just Let It Shine, it's truly as simple as that
and this is the Great Celestial Epitaph,
hoarding in goods that inevitably turn to dust
but a token in the spirit, In This I Trust
what we do and don't do is all that counts
Right Here, Right Now is Paramount
Ashes to Ashes, Illusions to Night
Fire to Fire unto Wisdoms of Light,
Be Forever in this moment, heed to these Innards of Life
for Yesterday is Gone, Tomorrow a Farce, by Wisdom we Rule the Nights
some never see, some know this road
some find Treasures, some Reap Thorns
All Is Wise, externally nothing ever lasts
Investments in Knowledge Conquers the Hour Glass
Be Present, what you seek lies within
some chase and some claim these riches,
so never wait for the proper time
See It, Believe It, and Live To Shine
I saw them hanging
Strung up and dead
Empty,just bones
And black feathers.
Hung as a warning
Cruelly exposed
Headless and hollow
I walked among them
And set them free
Wishing them peace
I had to untie them
I let them rest
I gave them dignity
If I was watched
I hope they understand
I never hurt them
Bones and black feathers
So sad to see
And so I walked on
A feather's touch, your light
Warm and glowing bright
An angel in the night
Softens my will to fight
Instead instills belonging
Pales my ceaseless longing
Though ere I push those away-
Who would love me
Sooth, I am weary of the fight
Midst safe solitudes, in my right
Accepting being wrong and of bone-
And flesh, less immortal than alone
I would die loved by a mere few-
Than worshiped by prideful throngs
E'en tho', my angel, thou fade from view
My heart beats once more where it belongs
Thanks to you
He messed up and created his crisis,
he should have foreseen the outcome.
In his delusion he did not think through
that no one would be around to save him.
AP: 2nd place 2026
moving day across town
I was incredibly busy
With two babies
moved much of the boxes by myself
babies were three and two
They took turns running around boxes
fighting over tape, laughing at the emptiness of both houses
I was exhausted, but happy about the move
We were moving from one rental to another
But it was bigger, and I had plans for it
I debated about the mirror
It was old and beautiful
Could I carry it by myself?
I decided to try.
As I came out of the house I saw this
The three-year-old was lowering the two-year-old out of the car
I had to make a choice.
I dropped the mirror and ran to save the two-year-old
from possibly hitting her head on the sidewalk
A smile, unexpressed
As unto itself
Too polite to be confessed
But as friendly grin.
Lit of this, for its pleasure
More bright and divine
As a life-saving gesture.
Opposite faced in.
midwest clock wars—
cornfield's last harvest
choose time wisely
The world talks of lifting you
sending hands and prayers
but you don’t need saving
you need someone to tell the truth.
The rivers remember every broken promise
the soil remembers the blood and tears
the children don’t cry for aid
they cry to be seen, to be heard.
Stop painting hope with other people’s hands
stop speaking words you don’t feel
South Sudan doesn’t need rescuing
it needs honesty, raw and unafraid.
Let your voices rise
let the lies fall away
let the story be told as it is
and maybe then the healing can begin.
Cheap knockoffs are a scam
Dollarama perfumes smell like toxic baby powder
~ makes people want to gag
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025
I was just trying to save face
When I tripped on my own shoe lace
To the floor face first
Then up with a burst
Break dancing was born from my grace
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