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.

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.

Passive Regressions 3

Passive Regressions 1
Passive Regressions 2

27

Unlike you, I’m not vision to my self,
you piece of sh-

and yet, what has happened
But nothing?

28

I could be the something other,
I could rain you joy.
Something like a real lover

Boys we aren’t just…toys

I heard what you said, kitten,
say it again, you’re so…bold
Bold—getting late, lover,
Have a little faith I can
run but, don’t.

Pack up your things
Throw your baggage away
Take it back up, but just keep it away,
Keep it out from your eyes,
Keep it keep it away, carry it on your back,
Keep it moving ahead keep on moving ahead and I

But I really want to say,
Oh oh why don’t you stay?
Hey now, no I know what to say,
You can choose you can say,
Want a house or a home, want a prison or a slave
Or a choice? Choice?

Is it o-kay?

Throw your love out to the winds out
Oh and just be…good
Chemistry’s for those who know it,
Those who stay com-posed,
I—
Can’t we
Chill, be okay,
Should I push you away,
Should I clamp
Should I damp
Should I rot,
Sleep on a cot
Sleep away,
It’ll be
okay,

29

Hey, it’s so nice to see you again,
You’re a, little cutie to me.

You know that I like, what I like is a friend
But you, you seem not want to end.

It’s a kind like nothing…
And I fear not fear no,
we don’t put too much effort in,
But I really like you,
And I know for a fact—I want something soon,
And I feel like it’s you,
But I—————————
——————————rot
——I know for a fact that you’re—

If I gave you my hands,
Would you take in my hands,
Would grab, grabby hands,
Would you come with me?
Would you come with me?
Would you stay with me?
Here’s the contract, see?

Would you stay with me?

30

You live it or lie it,
You Livin’ A LIE YET?

WAKE THE SLEEPING DOGS, DON’T LET THEM SLEEP
WAKE THE SLEEPING GIANT, WAKE THE BEAST.

Nuclear battlefields // energize.
Cold wars are heating up again!

The tension’s mounting, people,
Lift up your hands, feel my face.

touch

Daniel Triumph.

Active Impressions