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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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Night Leaves

I feel the weight of summer
arching my back
with droplets of its love.

My t-shirts hate summer,
It makes them nauseous.

The Night burns in dark,
the stars left us long ago.

It is they who hid the warm winds
in unseen alleys of the sky.

I wait for an answer that never
comes.
I wait for a voice never heard.

The night silently leaves.

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Madness Float

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a breeze of guilt,
smells like remorse
in the morning

the descending fog camouflages
the slaying of the whispers

in a city this big,
everybody is a slave

skies watch patiently
to choose their meals:
the unfortunate and weaklings.

they are all up from sleep:
nature’s most intelligent creature.

the madness shall now float.

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