#lucid
there is a moment,
in the morning, where
consciousness is confused
dreamscapes collide, intermingle
with daily landscapes, pressing
upon eye & skin
Wherewithal
presence places pieces
assembling, stitching
worlds from opposite ends
this morning moment, meeting place
crossroads, transitioning
from one to another
Exiting eternal depths,
Entering dark recesses of mind
Overlapping visions
Lives lived slowly, entwined
Am I
Am I
Am I
I
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 9:29 AM UTC
Don't let me wake up rested.
Don't take my excuses.
I want to wake up bested:
my worst will just be fate.
I don't want
to sleep
fully - then I wouldn't be tired,
and what would I do if being tired
wasn't the only thing that gave me rest?
Maybe
there's one more thing.
I don't want to wake.
Half a sleep is all I really need
to make this life
seem less like a dream.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 11:41 PM UTC
"Tell me how far you will go if you really want to keep me close.” The lyric sounds present yet absent, too familiar to pay attention to, though it hints me on our unspoken accord. “I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I will never let you go.” As a result it can't advance, it can't take the upper hand. I'm euphoric with that firm embrace though i never ever shared it with anyone else. Without a lucid expression to each other we know that, if we chose to, we could venture into something reckless, even pointless. “Feeling close but we are faraway, farther than we think we are.”
As the cabin fell languish, I found my sentience more lucid than expected. Is the caffeine reining in the back, out of all cases as the most eminent one? It’s way better than the impasse of drowsiness anyway. The interstice of the window shut down glimmers. Amorphous sense of prelude. I’m stunned with and at peace with the pace my two neighbors and I created. At the moment while their breath calmed arms staggered in their dreams, I hope I am too. “There’s monster in my dreams, I should fight’em but I let them in. It’s killing me slowly.”
The nightmare creeped as the plane is declining height. As the air pressure changed, my ears didn’t feel well. All the machinery rumble made a soundscape in and of itself. “Meet me in the middle of night and let me hear you say everything’s okay.” I shut out the world to open up thoughts, to let the inner universe take over. At my inward presence and complete distance came the greatest moment that transcends all language. To compose poetry is not to utter but to listen, so does anthropology.
The astonishing sunset awaits us, no matter the exact time, as long as we dove down high from above and saw through at the right time. The New York City leaned, boosting its colonies of glow that stood in the night. I threw my sight from the window. What's happened there? Whose light is it? Whom is it lit for? I wonder, and I can’t see it clear. But the depth index is too big to see it clear; the blur blurs. Physically and figuratively.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
. .
pinhole eyes
observe over your kindled lie
the spread of your inedible pattern
doctoring against the indelible darkness
quilted climate of mediation forms over your bed
wiring out your unfiltered horrors with gentle fluence
(the rental of ebb and the menial of flow)
tapping metal musician on the raw triggers
that fore-reign your vital psychology
the inks the rigs the tinkers the shallows
the shadows and score that wink to us all
from the blue night
observed
pinhole eyes
. .
blue screen onto the window of the night
stalked by the lonely boy
you widowed it all away
vagranted and volunteered away all your daylight
gave up the tokens of family
schooling features and few friends
remaining ; an intelligence to pool fear
you take on the scientists
popping your dreams
to see if they spasm and scream
gutting their symmetry blazing a ****
recovering only more symmetry
rummaging away with their simplicity
extending the corridor without sympathy
searching out the temple of it all
a deeper darker origin to answer to it all
. .
shakedown plug right through the eyes
you were riding it for ecstatic life
made a corpse of it now
naked to the nerve your teeth grown in
invited to savage your way out
venture through the gaper glass
information salvaged wreckage retrieved
your markers picked up the importance received
up to you/ the message : "exist, if you please"
. .
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC
We know the type
those soft worlds at the edge of sleep
those fully rendered scenes
that you're allowed to keep
Upon waking
I log each one
carefully recorded
so they transcend the idea
and become real
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 6:35 AM UTC
A woman stands with her dearest flame
as he looks towards a view of deeper high seas
with his eyes brightening in their pale blue colors
while the pearly foam touches their feet,
pairs of hands touch one another in a silent coveting
for an hour of rest to last till they never part in their
heavenly altar, indeed, chords may toll for an opera of
the cosmos, although he still meets her sight
with his fervor in rise as carnations in waking gleam in
slower motion whilst their gardens of tenderness
come alive amongst the wastelands in a way that
is potently lucid and enchanting.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 4:09 PM UTC
I found the answer in words spoken by the mute.
They throw madras but the mantras don’t debut.
I sleep but my mind is still awake, this vibration I feel takes my spirit out of place.
This world I’m in isn’t meant to be seen, these questions I have aren’t meant for the keen.
These nights are followed by reading this one book.
I’ve imprinted its sentences to keep my mind hooked.
I’m pulled back into a world that’s fallen from grace.
Waisting words to the def keep me out of this place.
After all this one question goes unseen.
Why am I still awake in my own dream?
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 2:41 PM UTC
in the atmosphere
stratosphere
darkness that we do not fear
we find ourselves alone
where is it
that we visit
at night
this seamless ride on a stringless kite
our universe an endless flight
where time does not apply
we hit the bed and jolt awake
remember not our timeless break
a thousand years on a single snowflake
a blink in the cosmic realm
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 4:17 PM UTC
my dreams
they are rekindled nightmares
of my most negative bits of life
they move like thick syrup along a cold plate
drawn out slowly with no resolution in sight
bringing me to the edge of madness
and then
I am awakened with a thud
as if I have fallen from the sky
perhaps a mechanism
or some caring soul slapping me into consciousness
to save me from the real dark stuff
I've experienced the other side in many ways
I've been touched
attacked
threatened
I have also heard the gentle voices of distant souls
allowing me a moment of connection
I am not quite sure how dreams are intertwined
but I am quite sure that they are
Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 1:40 PM UTC
Got me down
No more love.
Hold me now
No more loss
Its your first
You are his last
You've be scared
Its so quick n fast'
I wrote you the songs
I wrote you the poems
I saw you in the dream.
Imagination I think.
There was someone I love
I invited her to the dream
She came and I was happy.
It was fun having you here.
All foreplay, oh yea
the moment I want a kiss,
I saw it was a lucid dream.
I took coke while going home
I was stuck in a threshold.
Now i almost lose hope
When she left, i tried.
When i left, she cried,
I'm awake now
Oh I lie down with my back,
my head rested on my hands.
my dreams were clearer
and easier to remember.
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 5:04 AM UTC
I pray for a lucid dream tonight,
In a sky colored carpet floor,
Seasoned with bluish tulips
on the ground,
In a pure white long dress,
decorated with pearls,
with happy people beside,
Seeing tall pine trees,
With a calming cloudy weather,
Bits of sunshine
that balances the mood of the setting,
Singing behind the white cottony curtain,
Someone's listening
and waiting for me,
Curtain opens,
Ended the song,
Take down the microphone,
I see someone from a bit distance,
A sudden music played,
That made everyones happy tears fell
and touched,
I walk towards where the man is,
Blurred, but as I go forth to him,
Little by little,
He is getting clearer
From afar, I know
That it is you,
Waiting,
At the end
Of the altar.
-A.M.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 4:22 AM UTC
There is an oasis in the middle of my dream
I spend a nights rest at the edge of its stream
Beneath palm trees and cool of shade
I close my eyes where my body is laid
Silhouettes of chain linked camels at sunrise
I squint and peer out through half lit eyes
A band of gypsies, sing, dance and play
The music is faint but it wakes me today
In bed between concrete and cement
Staring at a ceiling I wish to forget
A cold city of asphalt and bitumen grey
I’ll wait yet again, tonight, to be on my way
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 5:11 PM UTC
☀️
I'm always grateful for
the light of a new day
caressing
my cheek
That's not what gets me most
but you
sheathed by sheets
while by my side
See the curtain
of lashes
╰ ╯
╰ I S ╯
╰ R E ╯
So I can
drink
the coffee
of your eyes
☀️
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 9:05 AM UTC
This isn't real
I'm sound asleep
Off in the realm of another
Lucid dream
I feel my oxygen depleting
As my heart rate start increasing
Quick to thinking
Can't wake up 'cause I'm still sleeping
Interrupted by the demons
In my head where they be living
It's a nightmare
In this dwelling
It's a place that I call home
It's all I've ever really known
I'm on my own but not alone
I find the warmth within the cold
Is this real? I need to know
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 1:12 AM UTC
Waters loves swan's dance
Fish fly as nature commands
Hear summer's sweet laugh
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC
Shades of green
Softly flow as lucid dreams
A pristine gleam
Rising heights towards the light
Gentle tones as canes bow
The air parts through yellow darts
Our periphery unseen
Sharp leaves and strength condensed
Where short roots shape new shoots
Support structures or weapons of war
To create beauty or destruction
The choice be yours
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 3:54 PM UTC
When dreams are so vivid,
all my memories get rigid.
As I don't know which are real,
but nothing has ever been ideal.
So I'll simply write about thee
As I sip my confusion smoothie.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 4:19 PM UTC
Felt your warmth only in my dreams
and yet i crave your touch so much,
the pain is almost physical.
-parthenope
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
How many nights you've been
Turned and tossed in the confines of your sheets
So the lunacy of your nightmares
Won't push you in the world of insanity
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 6:26 AM UTC
Hello poetry
It's me again
I can't... I can't help but to feel helpless right now
I honestly don't know who I am
And I find myself trying to convince people of who i think I am
Can anyone help me?
Or am I just somebody that is suppose to help others figure out who they are?
Honestly I'm drowning
I'm going through so many emotions right now I feel no end
no beginning.
I don't even know what I like, I feel like a baby calling out for someone to help me.
I'm a shame to the human race
I want to die, but I am afraid of dying so I'm trapped here
What do I do now ?
When I express myself I'm crazy
When I keep it to myself I'm way to secretive
So what now?
I've tried everything
I feel like a loser
Is there anyone out there that can hear me?
Is there anyone out there that can feel my pain or hear me cry?
Maybe I am alone
Maybe I'm not meant to be anything. Just here.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC