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"CAPTURING MY DREAMS" BY dAMIEN dREAD
Courage is what I feign when you're words are unkind.
Apologies, in vain, for what I aspire to be.
Perfection in a world that's far from perfect
Tortured is my soul, a poet's life for me.
Unacceptable, like everything I write
Resist tempting sleep.
Inspiration, once again, eludes me tonight.
Nonetheless, I waste ink on paper..
Grand ideas become fragmented slivers as words.
My life is priceless.
Your life is meaningless.
Deemed a waste and damned with obscene phrases.
Reveal your one true face.
Every time I bleed...
Amongst the sheep
Minds are weak
Sacrifice the poet
A poem about darkness in ciquain format
Darkness
Obfuscating light
Cast into Shadow
It is my sanctuary
Black
This entry was published in the 34th Parallel literature magazine and serves as my first attempt ever at flash fiction.
34TH PARALELL - Tori by Damien Dread
The sun set into the mighty Pacific.
Curb stomping. Hands in pockets.
Holding the important note for Tori.
The ice cream shop has been closed for a week but I have to return.
Anxious. She said she’d be there.
I was crossing thirty-fourth when I receive a text.
R U COMIN - T
Yes!
I head to the peer. Nervous, then.
“ Hey, Oscar ! ”
Cody. Tori’s scam for the summer. Prick.
She has to be there.
Sitting on the outside tables. Hazel eyes staring at the oncoming stars. Freckles accented her sun kissed face. Light brown hair plays in the wind. Her smile. Beauty. Perfection.
Now, I know how Romeo felt.
I clutch the note in my pocket and before I can even speak …
“ There you are, barrio boy, I thought I was not gonna be able to say good bye to you !”
My heart swells.
I stare at my feet as I sit next to her. Fein a smile. She just laughs. Adorable laugh.
I explain.
“ I miss da firs bas den da tren but I say I see you, today. “
“ Aw, Oscar, your sweet.”
Quiet. I’m afraid of what I feel. I feel her warmth.
She reaches into her pocket.
“ I made this for you. It’s a friendship bracelet . We can be friends forever. Even if I’m in Minnesota and you’re in East L.A.“
“ Thenk you, Tori, I will charish it.”
She laughs. I reach into my pocket. Hesitate. Look at my feet. Stop.
“ I give you dis.”
Pull the crucifix off my neck.
“ My abuelita made it for me in Mejico. La Virjen will protect you “
“ Aw, I can’t take this ! Your grandma made it for you. It’s special.”
“ Is special lie you.”
She takes it.
Silence.
She smiles. Haunting smile. Then goodbye.
I clutched the important note for Tori in my pocket.
I throw it away in the platform trash can.
I sigh.
So stupid !
Sleep and sedation by Damien Dread
To me, sleep is not resting peacefully. It’s more like being a frantic bullet, punching through a series of paper targets, that are the days problems, desperately seeking that iron barrier so that I may finally stop and fall… to sleep.
To me, dreams are not like Heaven. It’s more like being an insect crossing a highway. Being completely terrified of the loud, crushing velocity all around; finding no place to burrow. Forced to struggle across the hard alien turf and face certain death.
At the other end of the road lies the soft soil of the dawn and the comfort of the waking world. While your insect mind cannot truly understand what transpired, you are certainly aware that there is something greater and more powerful that yourself, somewhere out there….in your dreams.
To me, sedation is not a “little death”. It’s more like a hard reset for your mind.
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