#poetryofthemind
An abandoned cathedral
where I drag my soul to repent for my
๐๐๐ง๐ซ๐๐ง๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐จ.
A lady appears in a wedding gown-
I feel like I am ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐ again.
Her dress turns ๐ง๐๐. She turns her headโ
and wicked reads her eyes.
I face my fear and go too near to find thatย sheโs gone ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐.
She disappears and then appears a punyย ย ๐จ๐๐๐๐ค๐ฌ-๐๐ค๐ก๐ก.
It chases me, I trip, I fall, they drag me to a hall.
โ๐๐ฐ! ๐๐บ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด!โ
I wake up-
deep breath & sweat.
I wonder of what it meantโฆ
To dream of
๐ข๐ฎ ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ.
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 11:05 AM UTC
Yesterday, I died in my dream.
I am still alive.
Does that make any difference?
What is my name?
Who am I?
Oh! I remember
Isn't it determinism?
Today I sleep well.
Tomorrow I will...
They don't need you.
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 4:33 AM UTC
Donโt close your eyes on your dreamsโ
youโll lose sight of what you believe.
The will of your work is measured by
the work youโre willing to put in.
As I live in a house of emotions,
courting words to plead my caseโ
bleeding through a see-through face.
A quiet ache, always on trial.
Knowing that the high-and-mighty
Christian is the easiest target to bring down.
Careers cut shortโ because in short, they
never really knew the Lord.
_And me?_
I live like the worldโs greatest plot twist,
my mind a tornado of thoughtsโ
every turn unexpected,
every breeze loud with questions.
Iโve known the chill of a cold finger turned
trigger. And felt the weight of a sharp tongue
used as a silencer. As itโs easy to shoot yourself
down the same way you shoot othersโwhether
whispered or screamed out loud.
But those who follow their worth,
instead of searching for it in the crowdโ
those are the ones who stand out.
__Aloud.__
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC