Inclined to stay in that imaginary pause,
Where you're being pulled into inertia's triangle,
The image of a sunset front and center
To a cloaked morning, where existence is deniable.

Suffocated by the storm of dust,
That the departing horses have left in their wake,
Behind the weight of two closed lids,
The silence is a marathon that inner voices partake.

And the world is but a whisper, so far away,
Trespassing to reality's sullen grounds is forbidden,
The difference in pressure makes my legs stateless,
Too tired of treading the same roads, eager to stay hidden.*

•●•

In different shades of blood, we came to recognize ourselves,
The last on the complexion scale, never comes first,
We're nonbelievers in racism, we play mildly with the concept,
And what we see today is only tomorrow's excerpt.

Crowns of hypocrisy adorn the royal heads,
A compass of instinct directs the essential regret,
Rivers shall pour, flags raised like swords,
But only if the water is close enough to destroy the fort.

And I've come to learn that hearts beat in different melodies,
To affect the layers of ignorance you'll have to rhyme the tragedies,
Equality is only present in mathematical calculations,
In this world it's an illusion to our shattered nations.

We draw lines in the sand, and firmly stand behind them,
Weary of what to say with our quivering pens,
And finally we eloped into different species of humans,
The elements that used to bind us degraded to ruins.

We are only names and lands, north and south, black and white,
Labels are what make us, and the anthems we recite,
The more we breathe in the soot of what we've become,
The more the deers cower and the more the lions run.

•●•

I don't plan to be luminescent,
I'd rather watch the moon from afar,
And I'd rather share the ocean's anger
when the waves are at war.

Perforated dreams -
skipped like stones, tease my sleep,
Every shimmer of disappointment
is a part of the night I keep.

With cloudy perspectives
that continue to fog my bones,
Every unnecessary attachment
speaking a narrative of its own.

I don't know what I am
under those roofless days,
Maps unfolded and doors ajar,
letting the present have a wordplay.

Life degraded to mint greys,
thankfulness and a few whys,
I'm just a bait for
the conspiring stars to further pry.

But atop a lonesome mountain
where dandelions bloom,
Spring promised to grant me a horizon
and wider room.

I found myself as further away
from the tides and the shores,
As a pen and a paper
that have never met before.*


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And here we are in yesterday's tomorrow,
Meeting the runway with our brows furrowed.

The crumbled clothes we ironed for a long night's sleep,
And the out of tune vibrations we sang with our knees.

We drenched the sheets with inflammable imagination,
And the early aroma of the sun set fire to our expectations.

So here we are in yesterday's tomorrow,
With the near future's dreams to borrow.

We bring out the suits that the fire didn't ruin,
Because nine o'clock always comes way too soon.

And soon enough the clicking sound of our shoes on the pavements,
Will leave no further room in our mind for that fantasy fragrance.

Welcome to yesterday's tomorrow, yes the timing is impaired,
Empty both your hands, never come to this day prepared.

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Currents swept away the thin material of her heart,
Veins torn in their scandalous confession,
The elope of time with the tainted arms of every clock,
Now the elements are blindly following in their succession.

Shivers danced along the valley of her spine,
From her peripheral view, a growing gap between the earth and the sky,
A marionette to the soles of her of unknowns,
She twirled and twirled till the obscured horizon was in front of her eyes.

The highest of mountains detached from their roots,
The drawbridge to the poorly paved past drowning in mist,
Only was it in the latest hour to be alive,
Did she realize that another world - hindered by the present - did exist.*

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He'd count the fish
Swimming in his bathtub,
Drink liquid colors
From his painting cup.
Thought his windscreen wipers
Could wipe the sky,
When rainy days
Would take him off his high.
He'd add more sand
To his hourglass,
When he felt his
Weekends go by fast.
And take one bite from his apples,
Leave then till they went rotten,
His grip on sensibility
Long forgotten.
Mondays, he'd turn off the lights
For the whole day,
Praying he was just inanimate.
The day she went away.
He believed she was the one
Who made all the days restart, 
So he'd walk on cat tails
Aiming to break her heart.