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Manar Ammar Poem
The dead are talking to me in dreams
The living are mute
They stare at you with intent
I pass them silently, in a hurry
I’m going to bring my father back.
Dead or undead
He doesn’t belong in this in between
Every night I search to find him
by an old well, starting inside
I grab his stiff hand
and keep it tight in mine
We lean quietly by the well.
Listening
And waiting for the big show tonight
Copyright © Manar Ammar | Year Posted 2024
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Melt into me
Give in and give up
Let your skin drape over my shoulders
Shed the light on your insides
feel deeper
Hear farther
Black hair growing
Get out of your head
A baby-faced killer
Sold his kidneys for bread
Hunger is a loud beast
Unforgiving and sweet
Rest your heart on my chest
Accepting is death
You are no longer a shadow
You are arriving
Goodbye is illogical
Leave them wondering
Misunderstood even in dreams
You’ve arrived
Copyright © Manar Ammar | Year Posted 2024
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Only lovers feel the pain
Smoke curtains blow
Blood on the wall dries
No one leaves tonight
He throws her out of his window
Who knew her bones were so brittle
She lands on her knees
Silent bleeding
But he is not a bad guy
He likes to test gravity
With other people’s bodies
Loud and dark
10,20 blows to the heart
Her blood breaks free
Soaking her insides
A butterfly on meth
Change is unstoppable
The rearranging of her organs
Those same old bones
Won’t stop breaking
No one hurts you in heaven
If only it existed
Within arms reach
The pearly gates open
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The red curtains lift and the day begins
The sun steps up, introducing herself
Most of us don’t dare to look at her directly
a whispering wind enters
declaring that the world is ending today
In this abandoned theatre
The last place humans are
We sit enjoying the play
with a glorious farewell performance
from every single person we’ve ever met
We sit watching the plot unfolds
Our gaze fixed on the stage
our mistakes dramatized
Our invented characters reborn
Haunted by a so-called potential
Tall buildings kneel outside
Fires hiss, spit and growl
The end is certainly loud
But inside the sun is eternally shining
Copyright © Manar Ammar | Year Posted 2025
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My bed starts to melt
I rise and float, gazing down
Trying to remember where or why
Never really had a chance
I exit through a broken window
An ocean of speeding faces underneath
Blending into a gray lump
All looking up at me
The crowd moves in unison
I look closer and it’s your face
Printed on every head
And all your faces are watching
Flying above our city
Streets mangled with guilt
Breathing the sickness
An anti-world world
In another place
Far from the sun
I’ll be washed by darkness
A silence will put me to sleep
In my dreams there will be nothing
But a lone tree standing in a field
Where I sit and wait,
for Armageddon
Copyright © Manar Ammar | Year Posted 2025
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