http://slow.writerscafe.org/MyNameIsTristan The original writings of author Aimee Mahathy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776045952 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 recently started new meds and am processing their effects, poetry has always helped me make sense of things http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/3077338/ another entry for a contest on another website, a humorous poem about Slenderman and time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/2963637/ Written for a contest on another website, the prompt was "Melancholy". For this, I called upon the inner experience and how I feel when depression reaches its almost comfortable level. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/2963630/ I wrote this while I was deep into studying philosophy and exploring my inner world. In an effort to summarize my hopes for the future, I attempted to paint a dedication for reference. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/2768302/ Just a stream of consciousness bit I puked out about my current state http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/2003722/ My hopes, they hang,Like all these dried flowers.Both gasp for faint breath,While dust gathers and gathers.I spray them with perfume"Smell pretty, my heart."The flowers, held firmly.My hopes? Well,They aren't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/1044426/ If I close my eyesMaybe time will stand still.     It stings.If I rub them with my fistsMaybe I can turn it back.     It reeksOf impossibilities,And the chill-The coldest wind on my back, saying“One step more,Keep your eyes above it all.”As though anyth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/1030178/ For Maeve, my firstborn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/1029191/ Surely, I will miss you,But I will not decline.I cannot help but weep,But my heart will not die.Though I am but halfOf a wonderful whole,Don't worry for me-For I still have my soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/1028276/ oh recent times http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/1022606/ I hope to add more to it later, just keeping this safe and saved for now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/1019641/ Another attempt at avoiding blatant heartguts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/993350/ This is me attempting to write of things other than heartguts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/993122/ Yeah, you probably shouldn't bother. I've got these heartguts. They demand voice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/993108/ I am blessed with this burden called lifeAnd I struggle and toil 'neath its weightI'd be lying if I said I wasn't afraid or sufferingBut the mornings and nights are all the pay        all the reassurance I needSuch solitude proves its worthAnd gives me the courage to prove mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/784501/ This world holds you with rough calloused handsIt’ll turn you and twist you and sighIt’ll drop you and crush you and bruise you and thenWait for you to die.A person’s hands aren’t quite as largeCan’t hold as much        but might trySometimes th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/783015/ I like that you sleep strangely       that you’re so sureI’d like to ride a gondola Through the lush straits of your mindTo see if you bleed and dream    as strangelyAs you sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/780010/ The rage of a thousand angry godsAll is haze, mist, and whipping fogMy skin is speckled with the ocean sprayAnd the maelstrom of the summer sky is comeTrees uplift their thirsting leavesAnd pray for all the everythingAs lightning bolts assault my shadowed eyes.The clouds are greenA solid s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/780002/ Summer's curtains will soon fallAnd the air it lies so stillAnd musical, so savoryI pause for every breath.And clouds, they dissipateLike thoughts too quick to catchMoths of a crystalline skyAutumn will dawn next. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/779949/ What a simple dance they doWrapped in their cotton foldsWith a great celestial flameTo woo partners byIn the purest of all lightsThey intersect and flyOn the wisps of dreams that ribbon the stark sky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/779945/ The moon sleeps sentinelIn the dead of nightthe clouds are a film on the crisp, deep skythey display their pin-tucks as they drift on bylike whitecaps of the oceantiny waves in the nightthe sun is set and it is but the moon and I. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/779937/ lyrics, unfinished XD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/779140/ In a crooked, shadow worldYou grow thick rows of teethTo get them at the throat and thenYou can eat for weeks.Little girl, you are no monsterYou are gentle, sweet, and kindBut in this crooked, shadow worldYou must murder to survive.You do the deeds of monstersAnd then what have you got?A guilt that'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/774686/ The smell of summer's childrenDrifts along the hazeThe honey, airy hazeLike mother nature's morning breath.It does a tiny pirouette.And from my vantage point,Atop a man-made wooden ledgeIn the company of cats,I watch the day roll in.It fills the fields with splendorLending petticoats to skirts.The t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/770840/ I’m not exactly sure of what I meanOr who I am, or what.I could paint you what I dream,Though of its resonanceI am not sure. I can only say that I know truth.I know my heart,   And might know youThrough the filter of my mind.  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/770837/ In the heart of the valley,Where hill-battles yield,The trees stand apartIn awe of a field.In whole, it is small,Not colorful, no.It boasts not a pond,Nor a tree with a rope.It is rather plain,Only varied shades of green.A few clover plantsIs as much as I've seen.But the grass grows like laceAnd by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/769891/ A determined armada,   those stalwart, constant ships;No boastful, hungry men to bother,No boys to sleep in shifts.The destination never is the goal-But to journey through the day.So that they might disperse at nightAnd gather up the rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/769883/ The scathing songs of boastful locustsPierce my weary ears todayFrom all directions, they surround meAnd in their brassy voices say:"Greetings from without,Young missOur land is different from yoursWe have no walls, no windows, doorsJust nature's wealth of foliage.We've no blueprintsBe forewarnedIf .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/769877/ There is a dog far away        in the darkness I can hearHowling to the mountains        to his freedom I'm endeared.For if I had half as much        I'd cry twice as loudAnd of the resonating ec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/769246/ leaving http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/767141/ made are always only dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/767129/ eh, lately http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/766629/ Wind,Take the breath from my lungs, it's corrupted.cloudsTake the knife from my backMy hands are tied with rope and laughterAnd the ground neath my feet is excited. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/751216/ blahhhh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/751213/ bah http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/751123/ bahhhhhw roking on it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/731218/ Dearest red cup,You are the shoulder that never shakesThe voice that never interrogatesYour plastic is far more honestThan any flesh tied to a soulless body.And when the logic is in my brainI feel how sad it really isHow fast we're spinning out of controlTogether.But it's fine.You and I?The only hal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/711521/ My mouth, shut mouthThey need not hearThose liars, schemersBreathing nearI feel corruptionWrithing in my veins,That bloodlineThat faultlineFOR SHAME!I speak, such vile vile wordsNo truth but that whichI dream.No dreams?No dreams.The darkness, the fog,The walking, the song,I sing it in my bonesAnd it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/709482/ The firstShe sawHe took her sightLed by the handInto the nightShe sees no more    sees all!    sees all!And here, I lieOn freezing floorWithout a heartLocked, locked doorI see nothingHe knows allI fellI fallI fall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/709480/ A moment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/701919/ You reminded meOf what I'd forgotten           That thing that lets me liveBut deep in your heartYou'd forgotten it tooJustLiving under the guiseOf having remembered.And there's something romanticIn this denialIn this force-fed forcefield ofApathy.It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/700687/ I don't even know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/699686/ A really short thing, something for my book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/699658/ And freedom cameWith the price of my gutsHad to cut myself so wide openTo seeIn between the liesI'd sewn myselfWhile I was sleepingIt took a slap to the faceAnd a whole lot of shameAnd nice hot showerAnd a fear of sleepingTo realizeSome things are like stitchesEndure the worstSee it first-The sunris.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/699612/ bits from my book :3 enjoy~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/698809/ just a thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/698175/ And then comes the dawn, violently thrashing its way across the horizon. The kind that hits you like a bullet through the spinal cord. You're incapacitated for a while, thinking "MY GOD! I'M BLIND!" You feel the warmth suddenly coursing through your veins, with the angry stomping feet of many elepha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/695074/ book entry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/694797/ blah, rough draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/693835/ The sun rose with a shiver, not giving off much heat. Randy and Bruce made sure to stay in its stingy rays as long as possible, just to keep away from the eventual hypothermia. They hadn't spoken a word in a while, stuff had gotten weird. Through the night they plodded silently. The growling in Rand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MyNameIsTristan/693772/