Table of Contents: The Demo Tapes

The Demo Tapes is what I’m calling the work, or versions of work, that I put in my most recent literary portfolio. Why? Because “portfolio” sounds boring, and “demo tape” sounds cool. I also love the music reference.

The Summer 2019 Portfolio was aggressively assembled in about a week, and vigorously edited with the help of my good friend, and my mom. It successfully got my into the third year creative writing sub. I hope you enjoy it as much as the professors at my university may or may not have!

[Please note that as of right now, the entirety of my portfolio has not been published. Keep an eye out, the site updates once a week!]

2019 Portfolio

  1. Raze
  2. PS Y CHO TIC
  3. Wraith Hail (Artifact Edition)
  4. Fathom’s Qart
  5. Chapter 6: The Assassin’s Secret; or The Lussa Part1
  6. [More Coming]

(The alternate version were not included in the submitted Portfolio.)

2018 Portfolio

[Coming Soon]

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Fathom’s Qart

We’re nearly done, ladies and gentlemen.
Just have to calm the animal spirit, and we can continue this journey.

I would like to thank Dr. Nasser Hussain for encouraging me to return to this piece and fix the verse and meter.

Au.3.2018
(Ma.20.2019)

I’ll be a while
Because I need to see the sun set
What will we do?
Who am I to ask such a question?
Will we stay two
And you know how I feel about you
You don’t know all the things I could do
I could save me from the twilight…

Thought you were gone
We don’t know how you feel on it too,                                 do you…
And I guess I was right for a moment
And I guess that I should’ve known better                          than to think
Think that I could ever known a moment
What your beautiful soul                                                        Innocence that’s within

Our modesty, temperance                                                       rarely infringed, and

What do I do
Because I really’d hoped to have known                you
And through all of my hands now it                        passed through
I just wish that I’d had my good                                judgement
Because I think about you                                          oftentimes
And I’ll have to find my own way now
And I wonder if where I would find you
And I wonder

If you would love me if I did
Because you don’t always make it                                         when I do
What does it mean
That all my hands

—They have changed since I met you

And now my mind’s turned around                                      I can tell you
And it has been for the best                                                     I can prove you

From the trauma, rethinking;                                                 the pressure, and
How do I know
Do I know which is good which is poor                                and
And I want to ask                                                                       —but
Deals subject to whim                                                              And it comes back to us.
You know I think it’s obvious that
That we are both have a hand in this place
And I said to myself oh how futile
Because you know we both know—                                      we both know—

And did I say I would wait?
And did you hear when I                              called out your name?
“And now what have I done”
I would think on it over and over
Because I really had thought it was over
And then you touched once again,
You know it isn’t too late                               to saw we were wrong
And we know I’ll make sure                         don’t regret it
Don’t regret anything that we’ve done
I’ll make sure that I wait for a moment,
Just don’t wait too long because you know it
Know that if it’s maintained                           then it stays—
And I really don’t know how you see it
But I’d rather we find our own eden
And that maybe some day I would notice

If you walked beneath the treetops

And if I saw that you were walking there
And if were all alone and even if you were not,
I would call out your name.

Daniel Triumph.

I highly suggest you check out the following songs:
Fathoms
Finn Hatches a Plan
In Echoes Forever – SO YOU WANT DELIVERANCE THAT FOURTEEN YEARS COULDN’T BRING?
Addicted to Chaos

This version of Fathom’s Second was created for 3rd year Creative Writing portfolio. The original was created for Luisa, and so was this.

This is, as noted above, nearly the final chapter. I will be taking the fumes of my affection, and likely writing a final act.

If you need more, there’s this.

Writ April 14

Writ April 14,
Some time after Midnight

“Maybe there’s a place for me in this,
Maybe there’s a life I should not miss,”
I wash across these days
hit one by one
but all together
Was said, “Even if all my bones are broken,
I will drag myself back from the edge…”
Thought it was me,
Or at the very least embodied in text;
____________We will see.
As the days wash over me.
It is late. I should sleep.
I cannot now mass produce the art as I once did,
_____________________________________nor should I,

But it is calling me
I am compelled.
The eyes of my head
___Still swim as they once did
___As the days wash over me
I am compelled.
To you who are silent,
I feel compelled, though I know I am not.
It really is late.
At the very least I am compelled by myself.
The quiet grows loud.
It is dark and cold and
I am compelled,
As the days wash over me,
And I look back and see
Where am I supposed to be?
Old tendencies*

But more recently,
What can I make of this grand project,
Now abandoned so, collecting dust?
Needs some reworking; another touch but,
Is it too grand for me?
A step past knowledge and insensitivity.
Must the format change?
Can I even keep up,
Frustrating, grand, rearrange,
Research required, the work and pain.
So much has changed now,
The map is different
Internal landscapes shifted,
What can, after all this, remain?
Or will it instead collect dust.
Or will I open up again this novel tome
And hide away as I work,
Let liberally the pen roam?

Few more days, counting down,
The world will not stabilize for weeks and I
Will end as I started,
On The Harbor, in the dark,
Wondering about our silence,
And my compellation
And it is cold
And soon I will sleep
And spring is coming
And I will wake too late in the day,
But I will still do what I must,
Eventually.

Daniel Triumph.

By the time you read this, it will be one day after my final exam.
What next?

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.