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878 · Dec 2018
A walk in the night
Labhrás Dec 2018
Alone,
A walk in the night
Cool, calm, solitary.

Darkness as I walk,
The cool night air
Envelops, absorbs.

My mind drifts,
I become the darkness
My feet lift from the ground.

Drifting in a starless night,
Wishing to disappear
As does the darkness at dawn.

Suddenly pulled to earth,
A car drives by.
Then, once again

Alone, in the darkness I walk.
Alone, with the drifting of my mind.
Alone, in cold air and black night.
Partially drafted on a walk a few years ago, finally completed I think. First attempt at this. Feedback warmly welcome!
293 · Jul 14
Birthday messages
Labhrás Jul 14
My screen lights up
Happy birthday
From some unknown friend

The impersonal well wishing from strangers
Has come around again

And then there’s you
Wishing love and success
That my dreams for the year come true

Unfortunately all my dreams
Come down and back to you

There’s some break in reality
Between the well wishing of dreams
And the truth that all is broken
Between two once lovers.
151 · Sep 2019
Confusion and change
Labhrás Sep 2019
What happened
Where did I go wrong
Who am I now.

Questions move and flow
In a constant flurry
And still I’m just left with how.

How did I get here
What did I do
Or maybe it was unstoppable

Where once I found security
Now I find dispare;

Where have I become to little,
Or where was I never there.
138 · Dec 2018
....
Labhrás Dec 2018
There are no words.
...

Maybe someday I will find them
A familiar feeling
81 · 7d
Rusty bones
Wake sleeper
From dreaming comfort
Stay the knife
From turning in your heart.

Lift your legs
Move off your plinth
Feel the rust
Lift off your weary bones

Pained dreamer
Move along with effort
Feel the strife
But rejoin the world in part
Some days the body does not wish to move from bed. The dreaming world feels preferable to the real one.
45 · Jul 15
One last drop
Labhrás Jul 15
I can’t bring myself to drink

The last drop from the

The last glass of

The last bottle of wine from

The last time we saw each other.

It was for us
Not for me alone.
Now it lies almost empty
Drained of everything it had
Lost to impatience and failure.
33 · 4d
Unknown gardens
Exploring a maze in the fog
Unpredictable turns,
Dead ends creep up with no notice.
A larger opening, more peaceful;
Some unknown garden waits ahead.

A place to sit and for a time
Find peace among the plants.
Leave something, gain more.

Eventually some urge forces
The traveler along their journey.
Ever older, ever forward
Winding toward some
Other unknown garden.
32 · 6d
Maybe Someday
“Maybe someday”

Those are the words you used
Now branded on my heart.

Was that meant to be a comfort
A question not now but not when.

Turn the time into effort
The fog between us diffused.

Hope, return again
And then will we never part.
25 · 3h
Road trip
Wake
           Dress
    Move
               Drive

                  Feel the world fly on by

                                                          Sea­rching
                                                    Thinki­ng
                                                              ­ Feeling
                                             Crying

Allow the road to break your mind
    
                              Forgive
                       Repent
                                       Pacify
                                 Contend
                      
                         Find your way back home again

Keys
                Drop
                                ­  Rest
                                                    Sleep
­
             When your world is broken
      Find the pieces and find your peace
   Stitch together your tired heart
And find your way to sleep
10 · Jul 13
Free fall
Labhrás Jul 13
I find myself at the top of a mountain
Looking out at the peaks
Below and above
Some I’ve climbed, others I never knew existed.

In the blink of an eye

I find myself in the open sky
Winds roaring around me
Rushing past
Am I falling or flying or even moving at all.
Old notebook fragment from a period of upheaval
The trail has ended
The journey done
Tired and exhausted

Return to the start
Leave for another trail
Or begin again with renewed heart

Or stay at the top
Enjoy the view
Take the chance to stop

Before continuing along
A path our own
Through woods where we belong.
0 · Jul 13
Butterflies
Labhrás Jul 13
Friends visited my shoulder today
As the rested their wings they whispered

Change…
Is…
Coming…

I wondered over their prophecy
But just like that, they flew away.
Going through notebooks
0 · Jul 13
Empty Houses
Labhrás Jul 13
I sit alone
In the shell of what was
Contemplating how it was I got here

Head and heart vacated
Thoughts and emotions left to aimlessly swirl
A void devoid of direction and motion

When did I lose sight of the door
Was it always gone from the time I entered
And when did it reappear

What will I see when I open it again
Will those I knew still be there
Is the world the same place I left

And what of those I could hear while trapped
Those that left when I disappeared
How could I expect them to find me again
0 · Jul 13
Captive Lightning
Labhrás Jul 13
Flickering stars of summer nights
Green grass fields bind them to earth.
Fly and join the immensity of stars in the sky
Burn as bright as those far off relatives.

I kept a star captive in a jar next to my heart
For months my steady companion.
Me the admirer and also the jailer
Licuriciul se sufocă, fără să știu

To see you go burns a hole in my heart
Yet watching your light fulfilled is peace.
I’ll be right here on or under the earth
Longing to see my firefly flicker next to me.
Excuse the possibly poor Romanian. I don’t speak it but it was important for me that that line was in the language.
Dreaming reality
Is a hard pill to swallow
Days start to blur
And longer nights follow

Is life waking nightmare
Are dreams the true life

Wake up, into sleep
Slumber, into life

Comprehending the truth
When dreams are so real
It becomes a sore subject
For the dreamer to feel

What does one do
Where can one go

Wake up, into sleep
Slumber, into life

Walk in fantastic nightmare
Explore the horrible dream
Live life and don’t trust
All to be as it seems.

Is the world just a trick
Is the dreamer a lie

Wake up, into sleep
Slumber, into life
I’ve struggled with sleep
When things get rough my dreams and nightmares mimic reality. I wake and am confused where and who I am, what is going on in reality and what is real. The title is a description I gave to a friend as to what it feels coming between reality and dreaming when neither are preferred.

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