Faltasey
Temporal Aurielian Guard
I'll be posting my poems here whenever i feel like they're worthy to be public, i just finished a sort of "Album" of a theme of poems, so that could go in here at some point. But i guess i'll give you all a few to absorb right off the bat, to feel comfortable. I'll be using my real name because that's what i had written them as, but I'll be redacting the last name for animosities sake. I've also saved these all in documents with appropriate information to prevent piracy, so i'm less afraid of that and more afraid of Doxxing. Anywho, apologies for my rambling, here are a few of my favorites:
Hope you all enjoyed this smol portfolio of sorts as much as i enjoy them, let me know what your favorites are too! Also, don't be afraid to give me criticism. I need criticism, as a Writer i value other's inputs because it is one of my ways of self-improvement. And, like i said earlier, i'll always be posting more to this thread.
The sun will rise and show the reflections among the ocean,
And every single person will see it clear as day,
The blue-green with sun glared seams at the horizon,
Your life is brighter because it shows the way,
The ocean is there day and night and will always be in motion.
But still the angers there and you don’t know what to say,
Its peaceful without darker emotions abroad,
They’ve all crushed your pride but it’s still shunned away,
But you’re screaming at the ocean, a poor sod,
Your lungs are filling with red to burst out your airway.
The ocean starts to twist and turn and the seaweed will applaud,
Because your mind is the opposite of pleased,
Nothing can stop your screaming, not even the word of god,
The forces have ripped you in half and you’ve got a disease,
You’re drowning in resentment and hatred, you’re flawed.
Why’d this happen today you say, everything has seized,
Stopped in motion, you feel everything crash down,
Around you the water is no longer colored like the breeze,
And at the end of the moment, you’ve drowned,
Because your anger has you locked at your knees.
But you have prevailed at the end and its profound,
The sea has turned dark and now you’re colorblind,
Swimming through thoughts but your breaths aren’t found,
Darkness surrounds and your humankind is outlined,
Your soul has almost withered and the devil was almost crowned.
And now the seaweed Is pulling you down inside,
The mouth of the devil could put you to bed,
But no this isn’t where your soul should resign,
The colors come back slowly, rather than you dead,
Deep breaths as you get pulled down by the disinclined.
Darkness is still there, but you see a light below, ahead,
Piercing sharply through the dark grey water,
Its only one color, is this an end to all that’s said?
The light grows brighter as you get pulled further,
You emerge and are able to breath, theres light from a Moon lit red.
Written by Tristan S. on August 4th, 2017
And every single person will see it clear as day,
The blue-green with sun glared seams at the horizon,
Your life is brighter because it shows the way,
The ocean is there day and night and will always be in motion.
But still the angers there and you don’t know what to say,
Its peaceful without darker emotions abroad,
They’ve all crushed your pride but it’s still shunned away,
But you’re screaming at the ocean, a poor sod,
Your lungs are filling with red to burst out your airway.
The ocean starts to twist and turn and the seaweed will applaud,
Because your mind is the opposite of pleased,
Nothing can stop your screaming, not even the word of god,
The forces have ripped you in half and you’ve got a disease,
You’re drowning in resentment and hatred, you’re flawed.
Why’d this happen today you say, everything has seized,
Stopped in motion, you feel everything crash down,
Around you the water is no longer colored like the breeze,
And at the end of the moment, you’ve drowned,
Because your anger has you locked at your knees.
But you have prevailed at the end and its profound,
The sea has turned dark and now you’re colorblind,
Swimming through thoughts but your breaths aren’t found,
Darkness surrounds and your humankind is outlined,
Your soul has almost withered and the devil was almost crowned.
And now the seaweed Is pulling you down inside,
The mouth of the devil could put you to bed,
But no this isn’t where your soul should resign,
The colors come back slowly, rather than you dead,
Deep breaths as you get pulled down by the disinclined.
Darkness is still there, but you see a light below, ahead,
Piercing sharply through the dark grey water,
Its only one color, is this an end to all that’s said?
The light grows brighter as you get pulled further,
You emerge and are able to breath, theres light from a Moon lit red.
Written by Tristan S. on August 4th, 2017
Fragile, dear,
Looking for change and I can’t
find It, here.
Supple fear
Taxed to a tee, unfortunately:
Insincere.
Boxed in there,
Couldn’t escape, had a taste:
Sadly unclear.
Foxed, I swear;
Jagged teeth from the wolf,
Bitten, a tear.
Written By Tristan S. on December 3rd, 2018
Looking for change and I can’t
find It, here.
Supple fear
Taxed to a tee, unfortunately:
Insincere.
Boxed in there,
Couldn’t escape, had a taste:
Sadly unclear.
Foxed, I swear;
Jagged teeth from the wolf,
Bitten, a tear.
Written By Tristan S. on December 3rd, 2018
I can feel my Depressive phase,
Creeping in like strange ways,
Wearing me out like strange days,
Fuck if I know where my heart came,
Locked inside my own grave,
Rotting forward beside the right wave,
Feeling all the wrong pain,
My desires and fears are all maimed,
Thoughts picking me apart all day,
Hollowness inside like horses hay,
Can’t figure out my life like this song will say,
I’m not saying all this shit to gain fame,
When you’re hurting its tough craze,
Passionate about you but won’t tame,
The others who go through the same stains,
Finding pleasure in your own cave,
Writing what you can’t speak out sane,
Words are just a forced strain,
Unless you can speak them out loud, untamed.
Fuck every single memory,
They’re all bullshit inside of me,
I can’t go back to what its meant to be,
Even if you force me to leave,
I won’t even say or plea,
The bullets out of the gun please,
Forward is the only path we can see,
You and me are a false disease,
Whether its forced or a degree,
Undermines your fellow seeds,
Growth determines the path of ease,
Go where your heart desires don’t follow me,
Darkness just bleeds faster than the scenery,
Flow darker than my pedigree,
I’m suffocating my imagery,
Step back a few feet,
This pain is all inside my sleep,
So when I’m awake It’s hard to breath.
Written by Tristan S. on January 18th, 2018
Creeping in like strange ways,
Wearing me out like strange days,
Fuck if I know where my heart came,
Locked inside my own grave,
Rotting forward beside the right wave,
Feeling all the wrong pain,
My desires and fears are all maimed,
Thoughts picking me apart all day,
Hollowness inside like horses hay,
Can’t figure out my life like this song will say,
I’m not saying all this shit to gain fame,
When you’re hurting its tough craze,
Passionate about you but won’t tame,
The others who go through the same stains,
Finding pleasure in your own cave,
Writing what you can’t speak out sane,
Words are just a forced strain,
Unless you can speak them out loud, untamed.
Fuck every single memory,
They’re all bullshit inside of me,
I can’t go back to what its meant to be,
Even if you force me to leave,
I won’t even say or plea,
The bullets out of the gun please,
Forward is the only path we can see,
You and me are a false disease,
Whether its forced or a degree,
Undermines your fellow seeds,
Growth determines the path of ease,
Go where your heart desires don’t follow me,
Darkness just bleeds faster than the scenery,
Flow darker than my pedigree,
I’m suffocating my imagery,
Step back a few feet,
This pain is all inside my sleep,
So when I’m awake It’s hard to breath.
Written by Tristan S. on January 18th, 2018
Honest men degraded by the dishonest,
Loosened threads.
Down by the river blood meets the stream,
Greetings force-fed.
Conversion due to the meaning of a dollar,
Tangled heads.
Weary men wear suits, who are wore out thin,
Convicted dead.
Self-aware but aware of the lack of correlation,
Between blood-shed.
Written by Tristan S. on December 21st, 2018
Loosened threads.
Down by the river blood meets the stream,
Greetings force-fed.
Conversion due to the meaning of a dollar,
Tangled heads.
Weary men wear suits, who are wore out thin,
Convicted dead.
Self-aware but aware of the lack of correlation,
Between blood-shed.
Written by Tristan S. on December 21st, 2018
I’m standing steep in the white winter
And I’m silent, while you vanish, dreaming.
Maybe not, but I assume you are, in there
Through the frosted glass of yester-year
And the moment I saw it, it dawned upon me
Light above me shined that I missed her.
Written by Tristan S. on December 2nd, 2018
And I’m silent, while you vanish, dreaming.
Maybe not, but I assume you are, in there
Through the frosted glass of yester-year
And the moment I saw it, it dawned upon me
Light above me shined that I missed her.
Written by Tristan S. on December 2nd, 2018
A year and four months since we started,
Little less for how long we dated,
It’s like I fell and became so sedated,
And from the formed factors we would call it fated,
Less we fell apart from the seams,
It’d tell us what that love means.
You never leapt to grab my hand,
Words meant little in that small land,
Waiting for a little spark in the smooth sand,
If I wrote out all the confessions I made,
We’d be standing in the flames,
Our Memories would burn and fade.
I miss your face and demeanor,
Yet I bleed when I remember,
Forgot what it meant to love In December,
Yet here she is a far from words I sent her,
A Year being lonely you say,
Well that happened way back in May.
Listening to these sad ol’ tunes,
A thought I had, occurred so soon,
No need for your apologies or the room,
I had the time I need to get well and groomed,
My mistakes were not intentions,
No more shall you give me tension.
Written by Tristan S. on April 8th, 2018
Little less for how long we dated,
It’s like I fell and became so sedated,
And from the formed factors we would call it fated,
Less we fell apart from the seams,
It’d tell us what that love means.
You never leapt to grab my hand,
Words meant little in that small land,
Waiting for a little spark in the smooth sand,
If I wrote out all the confessions I made,
We’d be standing in the flames,
Our Memories would burn and fade.
I miss your face and demeanor,
Yet I bleed when I remember,
Forgot what it meant to love In December,
Yet here she is a far from words I sent her,
A Year being lonely you say,
Well that happened way back in May.
Listening to these sad ol’ tunes,
A thought I had, occurred so soon,
No need for your apologies or the room,
I had the time I need to get well and groomed,
My mistakes were not intentions,
No more shall you give me tension.
Written by Tristan S. on April 8th, 2018
My hands and arms feel like noodles,
My legs and feet feel like a toaster strudel,
The back of my neck feels like a bent piece of wood,
Remember or not I do not feel good,
This is a bad state of mind I know this,
If God was real I wouldn't feel a purpose,
But this hole in my hand is from a nail,
They were stuck to my face all through hell,
And the tears that dripped weren't yours to see,
As if it were yours I don't know if you'd believe me,
But believe me I've been thinking of a way out,
I'm drained and you know that it's no doubt,
And this morning I woke up devastated,
I am not me but those who are not celebrated,
To be me is to be an empty totem pole,
But to be fair and honest isn’t that the goal?
If I sat in here I'd be giving myself a new disease,
But less so because I wouldn't feel the breeze,
And if you felt differently you’d certainly tell, see,
I am not the bigger man you'll know I'll never be,
The system is a full on thing lacking symmetry,
Chest feels like it's been punctured too much,
I'll have to rest my head or I'll be dead, as such.
Written by Tristan S. on December 8th, 2018
My legs and feet feel like a toaster strudel,
The back of my neck feels like a bent piece of wood,
Remember or not I do not feel good,
This is a bad state of mind I know this,
If God was real I wouldn't feel a purpose,
But this hole in my hand is from a nail,
They were stuck to my face all through hell,
And the tears that dripped weren't yours to see,
As if it were yours I don't know if you'd believe me,
But believe me I've been thinking of a way out,
I'm drained and you know that it's no doubt,
And this morning I woke up devastated,
I am not me but those who are not celebrated,
To be me is to be an empty totem pole,
But to be fair and honest isn’t that the goal?
If I sat in here I'd be giving myself a new disease,
But less so because I wouldn't feel the breeze,
And if you felt differently you’d certainly tell, see,
I am not the bigger man you'll know I'll never be,
The system is a full on thing lacking symmetry,
Chest feels like it's been punctured too much,
I'll have to rest my head or I'll be dead, as such.
Written by Tristan S. on December 8th, 2018
Hope you all enjoyed this smol portfolio of sorts as much as i enjoy them, let me know what your favorites are too! Also, don't be afraid to give me criticism. I need criticism, as a Writer i value other's inputs because it is one of my ways of self-improvement. And, like i said earlier, i'll always be posting more to this thread.
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