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Mercury Aug 30
I should sleep
But it seems like I'm obsessed
Chasing away my own sanity
b for short Aug 29
I used to think I kept you like a secret.

Is it a secret if no one knows it’s being kept?
Maybe I’ll never know, but
if I did have the chops to say it out loud,
I’d tell them that
I have dreams about that plane ride.
I’d take the 6AM flight just so
the colors of the sunrise would
chase me for a thousand miles.

I’d sip my hot coffee
with too much cream at
my window seat and
make small talk with
the older woman seated beside me.
She has a kind face and
takes this flight often to visit her
son and his family.
(He relocated for work,
but couldn’t pass up the salary.)
She’d ask if I’m coming or going.
“I’m not sure yet,” I’d reply, and
offer to buy her a drink,
as I revel in and relive
every crumb of our story with her.
It’s a good one, I think.
(And she thinks so too.)
She places her hand on mine, and,
with the sincerest of smiles,
wishes me well on my adventure.

She’s always there, and I like her.

I dream that baggage claim is
a ghost town, but I
recognize your eyes beyond the carousel
before I recognize my own blue suitcase.
Sometimes you have flowers in your hand,
but you always have a hug.

There’s excitement and understanding in it—
a relief that teeters on tears
and lips that waited for so long
to whisper, “Finally.”
And I feel so safe and found.
I’m at home
in a place I’ve never been before—
in arms that have never held me.

My blue suitcase— still circling.

I laugh, and I can’t wait to tell you
that I dream of you in color.
I quickly give you instructions
on how to find me again
in case we get lost.
I tell you dream flights are cheaper
if you’re in bed before 9PM.
I don’t know if you hear me,
but before I can ask,
I’m awake.

I’m alone.

You’re my secret again.
The secret I’ve never told.
BWI direct to XNA.
© Bitsy Sanders, August 2025
Arpitha Aug 28
It shouldn’t be me
who feels like an outcast
It should be you
for having dreams
in this hopeless world.
Isaace Aug 24
Those who search beyond the veil
Know the pain of toil
And wear the witch's wicked kiss
And bathe in Mandrake oil.

However,
Thou shalt not fornicate with those
Summoners of demon, unborn spirits.
Those who writhe and suffocate 'pon
Elder roots and elder stems.
Isaace Aug 24
Within the violence of my mind
I had lost myself one hundred times,
Plagued by dreams of religion.
Born again— of *******—
Cursed to etch ten thousand tomes—
I had ******* softly.
Born of scorn and torment, riven;
Concubine of limp derision—
We merged as one with eternity.
Pain is mine— remain withdrawn—
Centuries cry weep-weep from war—
Mass graves of rigor mortis drift—
Illusion binds this godless rift.
Everyone has dreams, about their life,
The way they think it should be, many change, you must let them go,
If you do not, you will live the rest of your life, creating and living in misery.
You are in this life to make your soul stronger, any challenge, has some pain,
You can use the tools you have to build, a happier better future,
For you will never be able to go back and create the past again.
Everyone is on a different journey in this life, to be happy, you must learn to forgive,
If you keep thinking of the negatives from your past, you block the door,
And keep positives in your future, from coming in.
Anyone can create excuses, eliminating things they should learn, and enjoy, this time,
Often the path in front of you is like a red carpet, then you make up those lame excuses,
Remember failure, is a part of every one’s life this time, although if you never try,
You live the rest of this life, creating more doubts and confusion in your mind.
In this material world every one has their greed, it seems the first advice all doctor’s give,
Stop drinking, smoking, enjoying life, get all your drugs from me, then you,
Start questioning every minor ach and pain, after your hooked, that’s all you talk,
And think about, your last appointment, and when the next will be, with no guarantee,
Of a longer happier, or healthier life, you will live or ever see.
We each go through many mud puddles during life this time, you can always complain,
About ***** shoes, or clean them, and give those shoes a sparkling shine,
The same works for those, dreams that never materialized, and the negative,
Thoughts you repeat and hold inside over time, for if you do not clean them,
Let them be, the rest of this life,
You will always have a ***** mind.

                                                                                                                                   The Original: Tom Maxwell © 05/07/2023 AD
Elo Franklyn Aug 23
Last night I dreamed about a man
I've never met before.
He held fresh flowers, smiled then,
Right there, at my door.

We spoke a bit, then I woke up,
The morning cut the scene.
But questions overflow my cup:
Who was that man I’d seen?

So, I am now pondering
The strangers in my dreams,
And why they are conquering
My thoughts - that's how it seems.

But are these strangers in my visions
Really strangers though?
Or did we have short collisions
A long, long time ago?

Maybe we have met before?
A passenger on the train?
A customer in a grocery store?
Profiles saved in my brain?

Does my mind perhaps contain
A secret store of faces?
Of people passing through my lane,
Leaving unseen traces?

What if we dreamed the same strange dream,
At once, in secret time?
He saw me drift upon the stream,
As I saw him in mine?

Neither of us will ever know,
‘Cause we have never met,
And we can’t talk about the show;
How interesting is that?

And one last question chills my mind,
The thought just makes me scream:
How often have I been assigned
A role in someone’s dream?
Ever get those surreal dream cameos? Like, your brain randomly casts a total stranger as if they’re the star of your personal midnight soap opera?

Makes me wonder - do we secretly have a mental ‘face archive,’ and our brain just scrolls through it like: "You, grocery store guy from March 2019, congrats, you’re starring in tonight’s dream!" or, "You, guy who sat across in the bus in November 2012, you're live in three, two, one...."
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