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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 2 years
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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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 3 years
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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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 3 years
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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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 3 years
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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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 3 years
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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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 4 years
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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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 4 years
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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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 4 years
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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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 4 years
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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
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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 4 years
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"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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 4 years
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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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 4 years
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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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 4 years
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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.
"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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 4 years
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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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 4 years
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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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 4 years
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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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aodhfyn-poetry-plus · 4 years
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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
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