yesterday
i walked out in the streets of
a misty daydream
i stumbled on the sides of
a dozen dead realities
i saw many a men watering
roots of a dead tree
i heard a person die and
many people laughing
i met with an artist whose
art died in love
and i decided i’ll be going back
to forget about today
until tomorrow.
the sun
was
busy making the
moon
so i
decided
to go under
my sheets
and
break into
stardust.
Only when you’re
looking
at the waves
crashing on the shore
and the sun flirting
with horizon
that you realize
nothing’s bigger
with the power to
stretch that horizon
even further
but your thoughts.
sip slowly on the
grainy bay, lean back
and look at the
infinite sky,
hear the horizon boast
of marking the end and
how the sun stretches
it to eternity.
then smile, knowing
that eternity is
at the bottom of your glass.
moonlight seeps
in through the cracks
of dusk
the crescent star
stands bare, shining
from the truth
within.
the sun rises.
the sun sets.
don’t complicate the process.
smile.
12:57 AM.
I rested my head
against the comfort of
my pillow and closed
my eyes
in the hope of
timely sleep
for a change.
just few hours
of pitch dark velvet
sky over me
around me.
no notifications
no vibrations
no wishes
no dreams
no reality
just absolutely
nothing.
3:12 AM.
shit.
I got up and
sat down against
the back of my chair.
the reflected rays
of the sun
had flooded the room.
I tried again.
and this time,
the sleep snuck up on me
like a hunter stalking
an unsuspecting prey.
and, bang.
all the pretty smiles,
and heads held high
they were
rotting away
in the bright texan sun
drowning themselves
in the ocean
of endless
insecurities
they were made of
star dust
and magic
magic, that
sadly
was only
visible to my eyes
If only they had believed me.
Thank you for reading my madness.
I never expected
so many of you to read,
it is just madness
after all,
but that’s okay,
we are all a little mad and a bit crazy.
And I’ve always liked the mad ones
– for we are the ones who talk in riddles and smile when we do,
for we know the world makes more sense to us that way –
so, if you’re reading this somewhere in the world,
smiling,
I do hope that one day we meet.
And when we do,
let’s decide that no matter
where we are in the world,
we will find a place to light a fire,
on a beach,
or somewhere in the woods
where you can still see the stars
– and we will get cheap drinks,
the cheaper the better,
and we will play old tunes,
and laugh about the world –
and as the sun comes up
we will run,
naked,
as the stars call us back,
their children,
their mad children coming home.
let’s agree to that
and I hope
to see you soon.
my neighborhood sounds:
lots of
people and drifting leaves
workers in heat
with faces like old men
staying in their shadows
as I cross the street.
birds feeding their hatchlings
chirpings, barking and
two hands in solitude
holding, scribbling.
yet another shitty
poem
about how I
feel
sometimes.
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