Tag: surreal
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October 25, 2006 09:18 PM EDT --
I realized I was going blind for the first time when I started seeing things in the dark…. Things that couldn't have existed….. Like a figurine of love, a dead eagle on my window-sill and . . .
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April 01, 2009 03:23 PM EDT --
They’ve spotted footprints here.
It’s the aliens, they say.
My pennies lost somewhere in those sands.
Fallen off my pockets.
Camouflaging beneath the grains of silica (or if . . .
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September 27, 2006 08:36 PM EDT --
It began
When his floor-tiles cracked
Assuming shapes of broken dreams
And shades of a spider's web.
The first shoot was seen – peeping in,
Creeping into his room.
An opening in the center of . . .
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April 15, 2009 12:15 AM EDT --
I guess it was a Monday when
Walking down to the place
Where our school used to be, I found
It had been replaced by a hangar.
It had planes that seemed old and empty.
And the children whose jubilant . . .
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April 17, 2009 10:12 PM EDT --
My study resides on the hills.
I have to climb through the clouds
To reach there. A long walk.
They say there are sages on the hills
Like there are mosquitoes in the swamp.
There must’ve been sages . . .
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April 23, 2009 01:27 AM EDT --
The bridge is a crossing seen inside out.
I realized this while driving on the bridge, one day.
While the crossing is like a place divided into two,
The bridge is the rolling carpet that connects . . .
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April 28, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
These days, I wonder oftentimes,
How we could’ve never noticed the trend.
The common thread flowing through it all,
As if someone’s holding a sign above his head
And we never bothered to look up . . .
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April 29, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
Once upon a time, I used to have time
And I stole some of it to sit beside your grave.
I didn’t know why I went there
The graveyards were off-limits since the days of the circus.
The graveyards were . . .
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December 03, 2006 07:53 PM EST --
I wrote my screams on a piece of paper. Distributed evenly on either sides. One of the sides would weigh more than the other.
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April 28, 2007 07:39 PM EDT --
Alberto Banks had been saving all his life. He wanted to buy a river.
As a child, he had been given a ribbon by his father. A blue ribbon. His father was always this strange man who would scrutinize his . . .
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May 02, 2007 07:05 AM EDT --
He dreamt of a reincarnation on the exact day that he was to die. And it was exactly after he woke up from the dream, restless, that he realized that he was about to die. The only thing he couldn't . . .
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September 22, 2007 01:03 AM EDT --
So that she never meets him again, he was absconding from her sight when she became blind and started seeing him everywhere.
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March 01, 2009 08:49 AM EST --
Light
A few colorful lights are stuck in his eyes. He splashes a few wet tears in there. Lights linger. Their color disseminate from the edges. A transmutation of the glowing haze. . . .
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June 17, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
Her blood rained, like droplets, on an unchanging spot. Beside her bed. Accumulated. Drop by drop. Every drop. Except the first one.
He closed his palm, felt the warmth of the first droplet with . . .
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October 18, 2009 03:39 PM EDT --
“We’re out of time”, he said while speeding down the hallway in his car.
He was a rich man. His rooms were renowned for being too spacious. His kitchen had a garden to its . . .
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October 19, 2006 08:56 PM EDT --
One evening when we sat by the distances, she told me of her wish to burn her body to see her souls catch fire, too. She said she loved the perfume of burnt-out souls. I realized that it was going to be . . .
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December 01, 2006 08:28 PM EST --
I've been singing into the depths of the night. Seeing them banging their heads into the blue. Until drops of blood would splash onto the bluish blue - making it turn purple. Purple. Perplexing. Unsimilar . . .
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December 02, 2006 07:38 PM EST --
Evenings have turned to their strands. Leaving my hands wet of the manifold orgasms. I kept kicking the pebble and went where it went. Inside you. The clumsy face of our dead children. Careless kids. They'd . . .
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January 14, 2007 10:15 AM EST --
I carved shadows on the midnight rains. A whole lot of despondent footprints on the water. Somewhere, underneath the third layer of the waters, I left you back with oblivion. But your shadows were lighter . . .
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August 04, 2008 10:19 PM EDT --
Casually, he had casted the lighted matchstick up. Instead of down, to be falling somewhere on the already dirty earth beneath. Or on some long abandoned newspaper. Yellow grasses. And set them aglow. . . .
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