Poetry and Writing

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Faith

...

I stared into the face of Truth

I saw every line on its face

I stared straight into its eyes

I saw its gentle smile

And I cried

...

Because it told me plainly

That I was deeply wrong

It gave me answers frankly

That didn't take too long

...

I stared into the face of Truth

It showed me every line on its face

It stared deep into my eyes

And gave me a gentle smile,

Revealing all my lies

...

Everything I thought I knew

Swiftly fled away

The whole world became new

The dawning of the day

...

All that I believed

Was revealed to me

A scatter of drifting dust

Not a surface I could trust

...

Rage and grief combined

In the tearing of my fevered mind

Pure and sullied from

Who I was and have become

...

Who can tell me what to believe?

Is there no source of truth?

I struggle with floating free

With nothing to chain myself to

...

If there is nobody to tell me

What to do and who I am

Then why is it they all claim

To know what I never can?

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Salvation

What is there?

I feel intense, crippling doubt.

I see truths that don't line up with any

that others tell me.

And what I'm told so often doesn't

Line up with what I see.

With what I feel.

With what I hear.

What I taste or smell.

There is truth right before me.

Right before all of us.

But it doesn't answer my questions.

Our neverending questions.

And the voice that whispers to us,

in the shifting of my thoughts,

in the twisting of my gut,

tells me something different.

That there is something wrong here.

Something I'm ignoring.

A deep, gut-wrenching horror.

Something well beyond us.

And I feel it, tearing away at my soul.

But when I go to appease it,

It tells me that I'm still missing.

Confession, Communion, Salvation.

Something burns within.

What if what I'm confessing is wrong?

Are these really my sins?

Is there something deeper

That I don't understand?

Communion brings us closer

To our very God himself...

But what if even that is not enough?

The sense of disconnect -

of still not getting it -

pervades my very soul,

and some nights I cannot rest.

What if Salvation is not

what we think it is?

What are we saved from,

Who by,

Where to,

and What for?

We say we know for sure,

But something doesn't resonate.

Shouldn't the Truth destroy all doubt?

If I experience Salvation, why can I still sin?

There is something Wrong here

But also something there;

and I cannot take one

and leave the other.

I am confused.

But sometimes, so sure.

I feel I know I must be Wrong.

About something.

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Witness

Truth came for me, and I listened. I was told secrets nobody had hidden, given sight of looming wonders. There was nothing and all to it; Truth came for me. It stung to learn. I had seen now; seen darkness and light. I realized, then, that I knew nothing. What I'd seen all had seen. And we all disagreed. In darkness we flounder against bonds so thick their weight sufficed to break us; we struggle here in shadows of truths so large they obliterate the sun; gazing upon Truth's awesome splendour, we see mundane reality, and sink deeper into delusions spun by our own assumptions. I am broken here, with eyes open; I squeeze them shut but cannot unsee it. Titanic and Luminous it cast a shadow darker than its own brightness - I run across hallways of white and carpet of red - scattered in rooms of innumerable numbers - infinite floors of infinite doors surround me - inescapable, I flee beyond and am gone again into shadows of the unknown. Truth turned back from Truth spun round - I've found - I knew enough to be confused - and now I do not know and am afraid to see.

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Hi I felt to tell you that everything you are feeling will pass, as do the clouds in the sky. your thoughts are like clouds, but remember that you are the sky and not the clouds. I just wanted to tell you this, smile more and enjoy every day as if it were the last. you are light. You are marvel. I love you. Who are you? look around. What is the world? It's a miracle. live, you are alive, everything is in you. we are one

Um. Thanks.

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Pain

Pain

Shatters serenity quick as light

Heart, mind, soul - stabbing

Then aching, lingering hurt

Breathe

Settle the soul; relax, flow

Shudders, quakes, tears

Breathe, release the fear

Stare

Deep into the gaps of the universe

Stare, as everything slips past

Quiet, silent, still, breathing

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Gnawing

We stare into the gaps between the stars

Searching for the edge of the universe

And we're trying to find the smallest parts

Of the spaces between the emptiness

And it's all beyond us

We want to know the end of time

And what was before time began

The nature of our very minds

Why and what it means to question

We always ask for more

We are here and we're hungry

For answers to literally everything

But for some reason every answer we find

Is never enough for our thirsty minds

We need

And never are satisfied

An endless emptiness

That takes until its time

Runs out

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Some Things are Beautiful

Open your ears

Listen to the birds sing

Melodies tinkling bright 

Tilt your face up

Look, the heavens glisten 

Dappling Earth in starlight 

Out the window

Listen to leaves rustling 

Saplings and elders sway 

Open curtains

Look, the samaras spin 

Like little tumbling strays 

Over rooftop

Listen to winds rushing 

Eddies bright and bubbly

Above, once again

Look, the Moon’s silver grin 

Sends a message subtly

Walking outwards

Listen to waves crashing 

Battling against the land

Step carefully

Look, seashells pearlescent

Sparkling against the sand

Some things are still beautiful

No matter the circumstance

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Horror upon Horror, what have we here?

A queer position to find ourselves in for sure.

Click, click, click, whir and clack

All set and ready to go, should the worst arise.

Whatever the worst may be, of course.

I wouldn't want to presume anything of our eldritch overlords.

Tap, tap, tap. Is this it? Can't be, too shallow.

Still, have to make do with something, eh?

Now cheer up, mate, it's not the end of anything!

See this as a beginning, of new and...

Alright, alright, I see that hasn't helped. Um.

Let's try this: you don't cry...

Pat, pat. And just follow along. I'll handle everything.

It's really not too hard, see? The entire world's not upside-down, just some little parts of it... or perhaps are those upside-down in an upside-down world?

No matter. It's all the same in the end! Oh, get over it! Come on, come on - no time to waste.

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Deep Blue

The crystal sea above me glistens

Rippling sunlit waves

Cerulean blue and sparkling whites

Dapple down upon me

Fish of all colors dart overhead

Not even one listens

To the bubbles spiralling upwards

Cold creeps upon the lights

Sky blue gives way to richer cobalt

I'm dragged down ocean's bed

Water's weight settles upon my chest

The fish fly round like birds

Above as the sunlight vanishes

Inhaling breaths of salt

I sink into the deep blue blackness

Until, at last, I rest

[ayadurgham]

"Ammo" 

Be careful what you preach 

Especially if what you're preaching 

Is hate 

Some people will do nothing 

Hope for things to get better

While others will not be willing to wait 

You could also be wrong 

In the hate you spew 

You'll realize someday 

That those you hated 

Are really

Just like you 

It's best to give things thought 

To let your emotions unknot 

Be careful what you say 

Because there are people out there 

Who'll use your words right away

Some people are like guns 

Ready to shoot, but hollow 

Still,

Waiting 

Until your words 

Give them the ammo 

~QuintyA 

~AyaAyman 

Image source: merriam-webster.com

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"Faith" 

Perseverance in adversity 

Is inspiring 

Makes you feel that you too

Can do it 

You can believe things will be okay 

Despite blocked roads 

You'll find a way 

It's inspiring 

But when you're the person in the story 

It's tiring 

How do you believe 

When you don't?

If you know you can't swim 

How can you believe 

You'll somehow float?

How do you decide 

To be practical 

Optimistic,

Or terrified?

How do others keep hope? 

How can they look to the future 

When so many others in their situation

Become myope 

Some people had faith 

But ended up losing 

In their case 

Fath was merely 

An illusion 

So what do you do? 

Have faith in dark times 

Or risk the rest of your life 

To pay faith's fines 

~QuintyA 

~AyaAyman 

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Eye of the Moon

Eye of the wolf

Keen as your heart

Scent of the doe

Dancing through

Snow covered woods

Winter winds call

Whistle your name

Sun going down

On your blessings

Cry out again

Moon of Midnight

Silver soft glow

Beacon of hope

Call and grant me

Your beckoning stars

Path of a man

Trodden through snow

Scent of blood, gun

powder, and smoke

Laden the road

Call of the Moon

Shockingly cold

Lyrics that cry out

Exhort, and pull

Claiming your soul

- this was a collaboration with Nupadia

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"ABSOLUTE"

I wished I could be like the sun

Always there, always giving, never done

No matter what I don't wane

My spirit unclenched by a chain

I am everything I want to be

I am perfect, but still me

Through my reactions to different circumstances

I realized I'm a only trunk with few branches

I'm not always there when I need to be

I still need to water and tend to my tree

I am the moon

Still a crescent, haven't left my cocoon

My light doesn't come from within

What I have to give turns up thin

So many things I am yet to master

I just wish I could I could do it all faster

I wish I had energy that's organic and raw

My power non-compliant to any physical or mathematical law

I wish I could be superwoman

Instead I turned out human

Faulty and full of mistakes

Very easily replaced

~QuintyA

~AyaAyman

Photo credit: Onlinemath4all.com

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I was rereading this poem - and I remembered how much I love it.

I wish I could be like the sun too.

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Beauty in the Silence

There’s a beauty in the silence

When I’m alone

There’s wonder in the balance

Of stars and stones

And as by me it all passes

I wonder on

How all of this surpasses

All that we’ve done

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To Wander

I want to go Where nobody goes And free my soul to wander Free My Soul to Wander

The World winds paths all twisted An impossible, unwinnable maze But even its paths end I want to break the walls, the hedges Bordering Life's outermost edges And find myself where nobody goes

I want to know What nobody knows And free my mind to ponder Free My Mind to Ponder

Find the split off the road The fork where nobody goes And wander again off of that Take the least of lesser known roads The longest of longer deadends And dive into the unknown

The road untraveled, empty, silent, peaceful The map regarded, surpassed, then discarded The shadows under starless skies The darkness deep beneath those

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Words I Say

Words come from my mouth

  -   lyrics falling all about

Words let loose fly around,

they come out in neat little order . . . 

Sequenced, and fashioned, and set.

Falling apart - leaving no space behind.

I speak to say things;

and say things to vocalize

Nothings in my head.

Whatever it was I meant to intend,

it came and went.

Spoken and heard.

And gone.

Gone away empty.

The words I say speak themselves

The words I speak settle to the earth,

and wash away.

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Scramble

I’m scrambling

For answers to the rest of my life

But I don’t know what the question is yet

There’s Millions

Millions of samples I could try

But none on which I’m sure I can bet

I’m tired

And I haven’t yet sorted through half