Poetry Archives - Page 6 of 9 - The Artwork of Travis Trium Perfectum

May 8, 2019May 8, 2019

Elegant Damnation

"Your features spiral as I cut your feeble spine. You fall so gracefully, an excerpt of an imitation. Reflecting what's left, never right. An elegant damnation. Bad decision, bad incision. Compelling-bloodletting, but never forgiven." I don't watch your movements. I don't find you compelling enough to define. I don't find you necessary. I don't find you at all. A walking miscarry. Late term and not on your own terms, an intelligence decline. Red seeps into view threatening my melancholy totality. You're all cut up, but never deep enough for me to enjoy your show. Beg me to open you up,......

March 27, 2019March 27, 2019

Color of Misery

"Your texture is tear-dried, the color of misery catching the sun. I know if I'm larger than this life there's no need for the next one." You're kneeling so empty and I'm here to take what's left. My branches thinning, but growing. Ripping little holes in the skies, in the heavens. I'm piercing purity and letting it mix with my curses and it's time for you to drink. Your prayers scale my limbs hoping to sneak in, but the weight of your wants always overwhelms those of your needs and you fall like leaves. Leaving is the hardest to do.......

February 13, 2019February 16, 2019

Affection’s Ashtray

"My mind knows I need you used to the abuse so you will be of use. Lean in or lean away? Lips bitterly divorce, affection's ashtray. Ear to mouth, I long to hear your organs and filth. Your future scales my ear, a pulsing premonition-cyst. I let you taste my neck like the thirst for knowledge, but I see all your salvation marks, Adam's apple promise." Emotions leak through a smoke staircase, floating towards the heavens like little cancer prayers. My neck-strings stretch as I slant my head in an ache-filled direction. Does this help me think? Does this make......

January 25, 2019January 25, 2019

Store Officially Opens

Finally, it's here. After a lot of hard work and endless hours of thought and execution, my physical pieces are now available. These six represent the initial releases that I have personally chosen through my own deep connection with them and to represent various time frames in my first year of creating in this manner. I took my time and spared no detail or expense with these and I believe these works have set the tone for what you will expect from my physical pieces moving forward. It was very important to me to make sure my work was translated......

December 23, 2018

Take Them Home

"Soothe my curse, take them home..." For the very first time you will have the opportunity to own my pieces physically. It was very, very important to me that these works reflect my attention to detail and are of the highest quality and unrelenting nature that I always strive for with everything that I create. To see these ideas and thoughts in front of me and be able to hold them in such a way has been very satisfying for me as an artist. I truly hope to those interested in purchasing my work that you will feel very much......

December 5, 2018December 6, 2018

Makeshift-Memory Pool

"Lean into my voice, your choice has elapsed. The days falling endlessly into a makeshift-memory pool. The wreckage-evidence evidently salvaged by words igniting passions on the tongues of the burned. You're optimistically and autonomically submerged in a lungs half-full depravity. I will describe this in a thousand words, a thousand ways until the right phrase absorbs the reddest parted respiratory sea." Time is meaningless for something like me, but one year ago I was salvaged by words. Submerged in a makeshift-memory that I more so created than even what actually was. Isn't the memory always better than the moment? The......

October 24, 2018October 24, 2018

Copper-Flavored Affection

"If you didn't relive your past traumas, you wouldn't live at all. Teeth gliding against your skin tainting truth pigments. Your teeth only grind. A jaw embrace, the only love you fucking knew. A jagged-jaded hug harming whatever it circles stalked by copper-flavored affection. Time only deprives purity from life and I'm gonna leak you dry." Time only deprives purity from life. Whisper it under your breath. Words sinking to the weight of your oxygen taking you much lower. What is the thought that made you realize that after having it you would never be the same? Was the moment......

August 30, 2018September 22, 2018

We Mustn’t Rush

"Waiting for the neverending and plaguing over the temptation to end ourselves. You're fucking ripe and ready to be cut, but this moment only comes once, we mustn't rush." I couldn't believe how beautiful it was to make you wait. To make you beg. I wept until my tears walked down a path drowning a second face. It's almost as if they were coming home, taking a direction they only knew, much like I will be soon. These final days seem to be the most important, waiting for the purity to ripen before cutting it like a surgeon. Removing the......

August 15, 2018September 22, 2018

Symmetry Hole

"One thousand thoughts failing through, but none like mine. Rewind, rewind every second more unlike you as death's diluted with god's sunshine. Your scribble-pad soul, waiting for me to write, waiting for me to write your wrongs. Sitting so empty, posed in a symmetry hole. With my see-through palms I can never be whole. Keep waiting for me, keep waiting for me. I'll get it right. I'll get it, write." The rise I am coming upon is no accident. In fact, I have known of it for quite some time now. If gravity will even have them, let the churches......

August 1, 2018September 22, 2018

Ugly Lines

"I write in pen so I can't erase the ugly lines. The letters so powerless and thin, but within the words they are the vertebrates to the spine. I'm not sure what's important to the world, in fact I never really cared. What I do know is when you run your eyes down the spine of my work you'll never be spared." I have always chose to write in pen. It makes it more important. It makes each line in every letter a valuable movement towards a word and towards a line. Towards capturing an idea that you only have......