BRO FIE GHT

The gimmick—I mean restraint—of this piece is that I can only use valid three letter airport codes. This was not my idea, rather, Nasser Hussain came up with it…and then made an entire poetry book using the concept! I’ll put a link to him in the box at the bottom, but for now…

BRO FIE GHT

ALT   SUN   RIG HTS

WEL LLL   FIE GHT

FIE GHT   STA RTS

SEN GUY LLL   STI CKS

MAN   FIE GHT   MAN

ALL   DAY   DUD   FUN

WEL LLL   LET SSS

SSS TTT AAA RRR TTT

POP   HIM   INN   HIS   RIB

HEE   HIT  TOO   THO OHH

HOO   MEE LIE   BAG NGS

KAA   ERR   CHT   TOF   TCH

THE   SUN   SET   LOW

HIT   MEE   INE   SHN

TRY   THE   RAJ GHT   FIE ANT

SSC AIR DUD   BUT   FLO   LOW

SMO KIN   ____   GOO DNI GHT

WOW   BUD   FUN   FIE GHT

This was actually an exercise that I had to do for my Creative Writing course—except we only needed to make a single sentence. To be honest, I had a bit of fun with it, so I used up all the codes I had dug out of Hussain’s book.

Daniel Triumph.

Nasser Hussain on Twitter

Something completely different

Something long

Bite Poems

Most of these were made in December.

Her lace.
Lush,
Burning demeanour
Forgotten ace.

You know, I’m coming to realize I’m a lot more sultry than I thought.

I’m one of those “path of most resistance” types.

I am so tired.
Bring down the sun.

Where has she gone? I would that she go safely…

If there are a million universes, my love,
Then we are together in most of them!

Where did she come from?

And she eases my spirit…

Is it almost too late now?
To turn back would require immense effort,

Not so much just the turning back but,
To begin anew would require the loss
of so much of you.

It is in my mind unacceptable.
And yet, tragedies find themselves in this position.
I will that it not be so.

If the confirmation is made,
If the lifelines are moved; —twisted;
Then my countenance will be; —shifted.
My life would be…
It may be: :lifted.

Just…hold on for a bit.
You’ll see.
You’ll wait and see.
You can see it, can’t you?
No?

Maybe we will though.
Wait…and see!

Her fervour, zeal, zelo, is quieted in the cooling winds of winter. And yet, in the southern hemisphere the celebration of Saturnilia, the bringing of the sun during the Roman solstice, is eclipsed by summer heat. It is a quirk that she is cooled internally as I am chilled in the dark of winter.

Daniel Triumph.

The Solune Prince is on hold for now, as I figure out my situation. Hopefully aside from that, I’ll be able to come up with regular Thursday posts. We’ll see.

There was a soul,

She came with outstretched arms.

She wracked herself, she wracked her mind.

She felt awake, she felt alive.

 

They say the soul is feminine, she is inside.

Take care of her, take care of your mind.

 

Echo through the forges of time,

Wonder where you draw the line,

Walk along, see the sublime.

I faint, I can be unkind.

I wake, wonder, is it my time?

 

Tomorrow is coming, can I shift and become someone new?

Is it better that I shift and turn closer to you?

To become my own self,

To turn back to my soul.

She takes care of me,

I should take care of her too.

Daniel Triumph.

This was a submission for creative writing assignment I made for class.

Without : Wavering, B Sides. (Epistles)

These are the “B Sides” for Without : Wavering.


Upon achieving an artificial enlightenment in the novel John Dies at the End, David Wong stats that, “The walls of the maze turned to glass.” In my experience, this is similar to the experience of achieving wisdom. Wisdom is like height, in a sense—it allows you see further in time and in space, but you remain where you stared. It is very strange; distressing even, to see who else is in the maze with you, and who they are…where they are. But, you also know where you have to go, and you know that all you need to do is develop the knowledge and skills to get there.

From, Chloe Rhye, Fifth Prince of the Solune.


You can start it like that if you want, but it’s a bit pretentious, and it sounds more like you than me.

Janna Rhye, Fourth Prince of the Solune and (Heir)


True. What then? Why not try the Latin style?

AHTHEKINGISAWAKE.

THEREWASSOMEONEELSETHERESOMEONESHEDIDNOTKNOWSOMEONESHEIMMEDIATLEYDISLIKED.

From, Chloe Rhye.


That’s interesting, I like how it all flows into itself. Reading it is very strange though; a challenge in its own right. It’s a strange memory. It may take longer to write out than we expect. I’m not sure that we should be making it arbitrarily more difficult to read than it needs to be.

Janna Rhye.


I know but; it is fun, yes? Is this story you have really what happened all those years ago? I guess it must be, we have the knife still after all. I think we should meet in and discuss further. Anyway, the piece is fairly serious, and so I think that we could try something even older—an ajbad! Look! Interpuncts!

N·?PLS·R·N·Y·TNH· ‘·D·?S·Y·CF·M·T·S

.SRMTGN·RY·GRHT·LRC·Y·NW·SNK·DN·SDH·RY


Abjad? What? And did you write that backwards? Have you been getting into Da Vinci again? I can’t use that, it’s unreadable.

Anyway, yeah, we should definitely meet and lay this all out and set the grammar rules, okay?

Next time I’m in the Kingdom, I’ll send a messenger…or an Agent or something.

Janna Rhye.


Okay! :3 Hope to see you soon!! Bye~!

From, Chloe Rhye.


Yeah. I think in a month or…perhaps more. Drake and I have a lot of work left to do out here. Hope the dust of the library is treating you well Sister.

Until next;
Janna Rhye.


Daniel Triumph.

I highly recommend you check out the work that this piece refers to: Without : Wavering.

The First of 2019 (Poem!)

Concussion, the mind twists around depression,
Around a question,
Swimming in madness.

It flows from the nose,
Warm, red and fiction.
Wonders where I will take it,
I am the master but the mind it fights back.

I am the master, so it seems, but to shift is no easy task.

Happy New Year.
How will you shift,
In your body of flesh and thought,
Towards your soul bound tight above,
And also within…

Hello…
Let’s see where this can take us.
You can check out…my serial novel! If you want: The Solune Prince

Daniel Triumph.