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“We must extirpate the tumor, the cancer that grows in their minds.”
“What 'cancer'?”
“Doubt. Questioning.”
“I see. What should we do?”
“Saturate the media with violent riots, looting, sex scandals, the usual playbook.”
“I like that.”
“I know you would.”
A birth abnormality in my brain gave me mind reading powers, that's if you think that reading his mind every time he's checking out another girl is a skill. The real problem is that he thinks about each girl he had seen for hours. He's not a pervert, just dumb.
“Don't move, my muse. Please let the quintessence of your beauty permeate my pupils with your divine light.”
“Sure, but be quick, your wife will return any moment. Do you have my money?”
“Uh-- yes, my darling. Twenty, right?”
“Twenty-five.”
“Oh, that ruthless inflation!”
One night was not enough for the gypsy, she must overwhelm the man's thoughts. So, she enlivened a wax doll of him using black magic. Ever since, the poor man could not stop thinking about her, ever. Losing his mind for a night of pleasure was not a good bargain.
Checking the back mirror, far too late.
The day you stopped pretending, the sun shone on my face.
The mailbox is full, but no letter is for me
Your happiness is important for us, the TV commercial said
Quantum fields
foamy reality
make a wish
A touch of hands. Forgotten memories of caring.
The rumbling sound of your snoring.
The morning we met.
The evening you left.
The day we stopped talking.
Your message saying goodbye.
Longing for life, when is too late.
The door buzzer rings, but they were long gone.
Rampant sexuality
hiding insecurity
smeared windows
You wore masks
made of creatures
that we used to love.
You did it
for my amusement
or for my despair,
maybe for both.
The clamor of people
blinded my senses.
They laughed at us.
They envied us.
I cared no more,
I only wanted
to have
more of you.
Finally meeting her, on the last day of my life.
Visited my hometown, but couldn't find myself
A radio tuned to a dead station.
The closet without your clothing.
A shoe rack half used.
A cat followed me home.
We all need to feel wanted.
Put your things in order,
the doctor said.
Photo, atemporal mirror
I always look young
time, a pervasive illusion.
Unwanted memories
Nightly visitations
Ransomware of thoughts
Life was better on TV
that flickering tube
I had control of it
Crying for a loss
when you haven't learned
what is to have
Elusive dream, clever idea
captured on my memory
like a snowflake, it melted away
Too late to escape
Too early to be back
The day she opened
and shared with me
her innermost secrets
Lining up for a dream
not intended for me,
drizzle hides my tears.
An idea came to my mind,
the idea took hold on me.
I could not put
the thought away.
It consumes my being.
I became mad,
I was insane.
The idea replaced me,
it was me
and all
I would
ever
be.
Scare your enemy
game of masks
the ugliest wins
Her eyes sent warnings
my heart refused to listen,
and I paid dearly for that.
Her methods were obscure,
but my heart was pure.
The plan was sinister.
The day she showed me
her true self
I left
Everything may exist in the Universe,
except being able to forget
the culprit of a broken heart.
We'll have another chance
when time arrow reversed
flowers will blossom again
Bittersweet memory
smiles and looks
I fell in her trap
Worlds of wonders
when I close my eyes
they cannot imprison me
Listening to gossips
the shame of others
poison for my mind
Behind blinking screens
Am I real?
Are you real?
Aware of the void
between the real
and the probable
Drop a pebble
in the Q field
to unmask the illusion
The dragon
bites its tail
We'll meet in infinity
at the end of time
forever
and
ever
Hiding in plain sight
the problems remain
face reality, you must
Looking for answers
found more questions
the path of wisdom
The smile of a stranger
reasons to be cheerful
Beauty outside
Beauty inside
peace around
Perspective change
One minute outside time
It's all we need
Drowning in debt
Social pressure
Tax on your dreams
Pursuing the unattainable
Art is in the imperfections
A new land awaits
Poison spat in my presence
The smallness of people
Reasons to be invisible
Those who listen
but who doesn't care
The back of angels
Stakes were too high
Respect was very low
Melting down
I must not fear,
for the fearful is blind
to see the inner light.
Others' opinion on me
Their envy talking
Reductionist pamphlet
Echoes of silent cries
Babies waiting to be born
Memories to be made
Morning without birds
winter's silence
reasons to seek warmth
The division widens
some will have more
most will lose all
The devil has no back
The angel has no wings
God has no eyes, and yet, it sees
The dragon who
bites its tail
never meets
its end.
We'll meet again
after the end
and we'll forget
our ill doings,
to start all over.
Forever
and ever
again.
A flare of awareness
A rush of fear
They live among us.
A problem arose
Anxiety followed
When a tree erases the forest
I waited
and waited,
I waited for so long
that I forgot
how to forget
all about you.
She had it right
I got it wrong
Handle with care
A massive attack…
Survivors: one
Is somebody listening?
The smell of fresh coffee and crispy bacon awakened me as if it were Sunday, but it wasn't, it was July 4th, an important day. I spent the morning reading the magazine collection my dad had in the attic. We travelled to exotic places without leaving home. I miss dad.
“What is it?” I broke the silence first.
“I don't know, but it cannot be good.” her trembling voice was distant.
We kept walking through the valley, pretending not to care. We had no option.
“It might crash us,” she said and held my sweaty hand.
“We'll find out.”
The shield failed during reentry, we crash-landed. Three of us survived for a day inside the ship's cockpit; comms were down.
At night, a large animal sneaked in, a carnage followed; I passed out. When I woke up, these 'people' were dragging me.
Oh my god. Where am I?
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