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3:01 am

At 3:01 AM
I always get washed up
by the tides of dreams
to the shores of reality
where sands of my existence
stick as a scar on my face
and now the oceans of dream
can’t wash it off.
It just burns when I try
scars turn to identity
stupor becomes vigor.

Aligned and disoriented stars
burn with renewed malignancy
for the dreams I had.

It must be lonely up there,
I wonder if they ever dream,
I wonder if they ever love.

With nothingness paralyzing my head
and spreading like fire
I give in to this void
from where I was born,
where I would die
where I would now exist
for this rest of the night.

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dream, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Heart, Imagine, Life, Poems, poetry, Prose

Stagnant Waters

It is that time of week,
when our meaningless pursuits
drown in beer and single malts.

Our shadows retire besides us
tired of walking on overdoses of caffeine
and monotony.

The tires rest while the toes
breathe.

Even in this restless summer,
you somehow remember the fire hearth,
within your heart when you were young.

Exit Doors closed with regrets.
The waves are not beautiful.
The fear of death tastes nothing like ice.

A miserable mixture of cheap gin and tonic, that is a straight gulp of unending silence would feel like.

You are in the stagnant waters now,
don’t forget to swim.

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Warm Guilts

Love is a warm misunderstood guilt
that floats below a bridge of flammable dreams.

To cross,
jump and swim
there has been no other way.

Walk then if you can,
crawl if you must,
into the thousand brewing mirages.
Each withholds a memory, recycled,
for love is to remember and never forget.

For the faint hearted:

Phoenixes are extinct,
in this sea of fire.

SB

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Gravity

You rebel as a muse,
untamed and untouched.

for you can make me burn down
my books of poems

as I smile like a sea
which loves rains in autumn.

I shall leave a universe bereft
of my symphony of words
and would dream of creating a million
celestial others, while kissing your eyes.

You deceive the gravity
to fall down in my arms,
and the earth trembles
from the longings of your body

and I am trembling too,
to be honest tonight.

As a soothed wave,
calmed before a tsunami.

A whisper before impending destruction.
A dream of heaven before embracing hell.

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Deja Vu

a multiverse existence,
where realities slip through
the hourglasses of time.

Memory is a sweet drizzle
originating from the clouds of conscience.

An atmosphere made of nostalgia
and we are the floating planet.

The galaxies unknown and untouched,
we bloom and wither in this cataclysm of life

I recollect all this,
from a beautiful dream with eyes open

so was it a deja-vu
or my hands just slipped of the typewriter

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