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152 · Apr 2020
Last night's dream?
Alexis Daniels Apr 2020
Today I dreamt with ghosts and butterflies.
Both shared contrasting symbolisms
Glowing in dark transparency
Or hidden-ly invisible?

I'm lonely in the classroom.
Nobody is interested in me.
I'm wearing a bright blue sky shirt
with my upper botton unbuttoned
letting my hair go oblivious
to the bullets that are being shot through.

I don't know what's wrong in people:
they love the unlovable
they like the unlikely.
Shallow portraits of intimate light
getting lost in the flinch of an eye.

And
just like that: my dream dissapears.
Right where the sun meets the sky
and the tales of the night
flicker, in the bright moonlight.
This is a portrait of the precious insights that inhabit dreams but that get lost faster than the blink of an eye.

Dreams are our most intimate portrait of our inner-world. They must not be overlooked.
148 · Apr 2020
The truth-holder
Alexis Daniels Apr 2020
It was clear he didn’t belong.
His hair was shabby
and his clothes revealed him.

He smoked a cigarette, and then two.
A couple walked past
while he laughed.

I was staring his ineffability
Specifically,
at the secret of people
so often ignored.

I left to get a pen,
the sun shined his face
he stared back at me
and calmly said:
“You take what you get”

After a long pause,
Wearing a truth-holder smile, he repeated:
“You take… If you get”
He picked up his bags
And faded away
This is a poem I made looking at my window. An unexpected moment that changed my day, and hopefully yours.

— The End —