search instagram arrow-down
Daniel Triumph
Follow Daniel Triumph Arts on



Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

You can

If you enjoy what you read and would like to contribute. All money is sent foremost to blog and domain upkeep costs.


A Blog Post Alexandre "Jutt" Dirge Alexandre Dirge's Commonplaces Alice and Finch Analysis Bonny Book Review Chloe Rhye Dance Dawngale Elements of Writing ephemeris Essay Evidence Fathoms and Impressions Harry Potter Heavy Metal Janna Rhye Longform Projects lPeople Music Natasha Glass Rhye non-canonical Non Fiction notes and plans One Off Personal Philosophy Poetry Public Domain Quality Material Religious Review Rock Roleplay Serial Short Story Symphonia Table of Contents The Solune King ("Mars") The Solune Prince The Solune Sovereignim Uncategorized Update Blogs Visual Art Workshop Stuff Writing Writing Tips Writ Limbic Yaska May Dawngale
Old familiar existence
presses me again.
Deprived, I am.
Deprived the self of living,
lie awake at night.

Lie is a lie.
Instead, stand or sit, and stimulate.
Let lights shine on and blind the night.
And then let obligation wash over me.
Pressure me 
to the place between itself and night.

It eats away at my sleep, it eats away, except it doesn't,
at least it didn't. It didn't begin this way.
Before obligation ate the night—
I injured it first.
Deprived, I am.
Deprived myself of living.

Push forward! Push ahead.
Follow your passion, your passion
at the expense of the day.
Follow your passion, follow desire,
into the night.
Eat the night.
Let sleep eat the day.

Light of day, artificially shortened,
(let sleep eat the day), options limited,
what is left to eat, but the night?
And let sleep eat the day,
and I will follow my passions into the dark
until night becomes day,
and I've eaten that too.
Let sleep eat the day?
What of when I have eaten day too?
What then? Then—
Deprived, I am.
Injured, I am.
My swollen bloodshot eyes.
Constricted bloodlet mind.

This is when obligation rears.
Obligation eats the night,
I eat the day, and sleep somewhere in between
finds its own heavy existence,
And I lie down and come with it, for brief moments.
(Lie is a lie. It takes more than it was given, slipped 
from my hands, slipped from control.)
What has not slipped from control?

This is when obligation rears.
Now obligation eats the night,
sleep eats the day.
               Where am I.
Before obligation ate the night—
I slipped from control.
How can I take control, when
my fingers and tendons are weak,
never once shown how to use them.

Obligation reminds me, 
I've run out of time,
let myself down, as well as others.
my hands don't work
i've no control
i get nothing done
where am i——
Aristotle says, anger is caused by pain.
Deprived, I am.
Injured, I am.
Pain. I hurt.

All of this placed on my shoulders.
But I was never good at despair.

How did I deal with such things before?
    The capacity for pain 
    is not the optimal expression of strength.
Time will move me past this pressure,
And maybe my fingers will work as once they did.
How did I deal with such things before?
A touch or madness. Loud, intense revelry.
"Possessed with hellish torment, / I master magics five."
And perhaps, some intimation of resilience.
"Even if all my bones are broken, 
I will drag myself back from the edge."

Immediately, I walk into a new day.
(Walk, because obligation has eaten the night.)
All of this still on my shoulders,
Pushing my head forward, but not down.
I will have to do something about my fingers.
For now: resilience, and a touch of madness.

Daniel Triumph.

Been a while since I wrote some long, bad poetry. I think this could actually be pretty good if I cut it down to half and maybe clarified some elements. For now? A touch of madness.

I would like to get back to doing a short story of some sort, but for now my mind is quite…deprived, so I can’t quite think constructively at that level. I have some ideas stirring though.


Leave a Reply!
Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: