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Dreams (Poem)

Let me tell you about outlandish dreams.
No, not the ones created through grandiose delusions and fantasies.
But the ones we entertain during deep slumbers of the night.
That disobeys the nature and order of our realities.

Dreams that tell about fantastic tales beyond human comprehension.
That pushes beyond the limits and barriers of imagination.
When we wake from our dreams we are given no explanation.
For what went on in our head during deep relaxation.

A mad bus driver drifting her bus through the city.
Pretending that she’s a street racer without pity.
Unbeknownst to the bus driver lacking sanity.
There’s a drunken demon on it shouting profanity.
At the back of the bus, there’s a bewitching succubus.
Who narcissistic praises reveal such vanity.

See how insensible a person’s dreams can be?
They can be outlandish and meaningless you see.
But some dreams carry about a dreadful omen.
And predictions of a future yet seen by men.

Symbolism and imagery that give clues to the unforeseen.
Warning us about untold events as we dream.
The vicious barking and growls of a black dog,
Reveal to us our friend’s betrayal.
A heartbroken woman carrying a knife,
Tells her to cut out the cheater in her life.

Our dreams tell us many things while we sleep.
Many that are shallow, yet few that are deep.
Dreams that alert us to danger and doom.
Or dreams that show us our personal bloom.
Pay attention to your dreams next time you’re in bed.
For they can tell us about the unknown coming ahead.
Silly dreams, don’t think about them too much.
Deep dreams, analyze them, as they tell so much.



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The Scariest Ghoul (Original Poem)

Do you want to know about the scariest ghoul that haunts all men?
A ghoul so frightful that even the non-superstitious believe in him.
He is not a character that you’ll find in children books.
Nor in books of the horror genre that adults love to read for cheap spooks.
Yet, adults seem to be more afraid of this ghoul than children.
So, who is this scary ghoul that haunts and terrorizes all?
Regret is the scariest ghoul known to men.
It lingers in the hearts of all who have the misfortune of meeting him.
He greets us every day with the everlasting thoughts of “what could have been”
He loves to give us chilling reminders of things we should have done back then.
Taunting us with options long since passed.
And of dreams and ideas that were denied the precious gift of reality.
Regret is the scariest ghoul known to men
The ghoul of regret is that of cruelty.
He loves it when we are in deep reflection,
of actions, we should have taken.
And of choices, we should have gone with instead.
For him, that’s the perfect time to speak to us.
“Remember that time you asked that cute girl out? Me neither”.
“Weren’t you supposed to take that language class? That’s right, you’ll do it tomorrow.”
“How those piano tutorials going? Oh, my bad. You gave up on that idea.”
“When you gonna ever leave that boring job? Never.”
He finds joy in belittling our lack of action and courage.

Regret is the scariest ghoul known to men.

Chants. Spells. Prayers. Talismans.
Neither mantras nor magic will destroy this ghoul.
Good luck trying; you’ll spend your life dealing with him.
It’s so funny how we think about with regrets.
So much that regret becomes a natural part of our lives.
Maybe if you take action now, the ghoul of regret will leave you alone.
He doesn’t like to haunt the go-getter types.
The ones who don’t play around and get things done.
And achieve dreams.
But most humans aren’t like that.
So the ghoul of regrets has infinite amount of people to haunt.
Isn’t that truly horrifying?
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Race and Crash (Original Poem)

Hot, black asphalt.
Snaking around the course.
Racers gather ‘round, bumper-to-bumper.
Each wishes to dominate over their competitors.
We rev our engines, our cars roaring with intimidation.
We wait without patience,
As the starting lights sang,
That familiar tune.

Ding. Ding. Ding. DING!
Lap one.

The race begins.
Start slow.
No need to rush just yet.
Let the losers fight for first.
Then push for it when they’re tired.
A sudden left.
Tricky corner.
Wrap my car around it with ease
Such mastery and grace.
Zip ahead the slow racers.
Who never master that turn.
8th, 7th, 6th, 5th,4th they’re too slow.
3rd, 2nd, and 1st,
Take their place.
And now I, The Champion
Won first.

End lap one.
Lap Two.

The losers want my top position
I peep into my rearview
Rookie idiot crashed
Trying to take my place
I laughed, you thought you could win.
Low class.
Another loser comes close.
I’ll be nice.
Have first place.
You look so happy.
Hope you win.
Go for it, you can do it!
Changed my mind,
I zipped past that loser
With a smirk
Finish line draw nears,
And I remind in first place.

End Lap two.
Final Lap.

Victory draws near.
Defend my rightful first place.
Against men desperate to win
This crazy race.
No more playing hit the gas.
If you’re not first you’re last.
Some loser comes near.
Too near.
Adrenaline rush.
It’s so much.
How you got so close?
No worries.
I turn my head back to taunt
“You’ll never win!”
I laughed.
When I win, I’m gonna flaunt

Or not. Shit, that’s a wall, isn’t it?

And then I lost the race.
That “loser” became the best.
There goes being at the top.
In victory, know when to stop.


In the original draft of this poem, this was going to speak about overthinking and a racing mind (thus the racing symbolism) but that shit was falling apart so I decided to go a simple route and talk about how being overconfident and cocky can lead to one’s downfall.

Plus, I was blasting some F-Zero music so there’s that.

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Ego (Poem)

I have a bit of a big ego.
I shouldn’t talk about it, I know.
But,  can you hear me out.
I tell you what’s my ego is about.

They say ego is the enemy.
I don’t see how that can be.
I say that my big ego is my ally.
Do you wanna know why?

My big ego helps me get out of bed.
At times where I rather just be dead.
My big ego helps me face the relentless dread.
Just so I can simply get ahead.
In this game we call life.

What’s wrong with being egotistical.
Having high-self-esteem, it seems logical.
To get to places I need to go.
It seems to bother people through.
When you’re proud of your ego.
In my field, I gotta be the best.
To stand out from the average rest.
Having a big ego works well for that  no less.
Stay humble?  Miss me with that nonsense.

I’ve been humble for far too long.
It doesn’t get you anything but step on
My ego refuses it.
I must show the world my greatness.

And that’s why I’m egotistical