🧭..Completed short poems..
꧁𓆩༺ Chapter I.༻𓆪꧂
The Dreaming..
Woven delicately, the dream maker pulled its strings..
Unfolding beyond the eyes of the dreamer..
The scenery was one to fall for..
The dreamer mesmerized
Unknowingly hypnotised..
Fell deeper on a slumber..
For it was created by one's own maker..
⏔⏔⏔꒰ Chapter II. ꒱⏔⏔⏔
Ticking clocks,
Lost along the way..
Wandering in thoughts..
Gushing streams of fleeting memories..
The what if(s), why not(s) and why(s),
Popping alongside from nowhere..
Amusing as it is but not for some..
When blew from the moment,
Winds of turmoil..
Rampaging to find its own way..
Down the memory lane..
⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ Chapter III. ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹
It all fades to black..
When the red disappears,
Distorted lines of space
Following along a void of shape..
Unbeknownst and empty..
The mind called upon a voice..
Reflection of self..
A vision of solace,
They whispered, "This is your ground.
Untouched and off limits.
Flourish it, cherish it or waste it.
Do whatever you want.
When the door of your mind closes,
you'll find yourself here.
Once you're ready,
you'll only reminisce it."
✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Chapter IV. ⋯⋅๑┈•✦
In a world where telepathy doesn't work,
One's stuck trying to read minds..
If we could sense each other's feelings;
Showing no emotions,
Expecting no reactions,
It would've been so complex,
yet so simple..
︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦ Chapter V. ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶
That hole inside of you..
Whether empty or full,
Dull or Colorful,
Still or Bubbling,
Wish it could be seen..
No, don't show it to me,
Don't show it to the world!
For its contents, is vulnerable..
Constantly shifting,
Flowing..
Whether empty or full,
Dull or Colorful,
Still or Bubbling,
Wish it could be seen..
No, don't show it to me,
Don't show it to the world!
For its contents, is vulnerable..
Constantly shifting,
Flowing..
Till it becomes whole,
Till it remains under control
For it's still yours..
Till it overflows,
Till it overthrows you
For it's yours..
Till it dries up,
Until you give up
it's yours..
-ˏˋ𓎢𓎠 Chapter VI. 𓎠𓎡ˎˊ-
The promise..
Will you keep it or leave it..?
That eternal promise
like a premise to magic..
To the ones who's still waiting.
A promise to be fulfilled..
To the one's who kept their's.
A promise fulfilled..
To the forgotten ones.
To the lost ones.
A promise never fulfilled..
As time flies,
A promise roams around.
Looking for someone's will,
A strong belief.
A fragile link.
Will you keep it or leave it..
The promise?
Will you keep it or leave it..?
That eternal promise
like a premise to magic..
To the ones who's still waiting.
A promise to be fulfilled..
To the one's who kept their's.
A promise fulfilled..
To the forgotten ones.
To the lost ones.
A promise never fulfilled..
As time flies,
A promise roams around.
Looking for someone's will,
A strong belief.
A fragile link.
Will you keep it or leave it..
The promise?
︵︵︵ ๑ Chapter VII. ๑ ︵︵︵
A Stirring ladle
Too long to handle..
A Stirring ladle
One deep vessel..
At a constant pace,
a slow race..
Against a current,
a motion too fervent..
One's duty,
becomes one's responsibility..
Too long to handle..
A Stirring ladle
One deep vessel..
At a constant pace,
a slow race..
Against a current,
a motion too fervent..
One's duty,
becomes one's responsibility..
Give it..
a gentle swoosh.
When it's dully,
No time to dally..
Gave in..
a sudden gush.
⫘⫘⫘ Chapter VIII. ⫘⫘⫘
Velvet black mesh..
Within warped spaces,
Portals between two worlds..
One, Underground.
Away from light,
casted to never glow..
Those too powerful
seek freedom,
leashed to this infinite prison..
Within warped spaces,
Portals between two worlds..
One, Underground.
Away from light,
casted to never glow..
Those too powerful
seek freedom,
leashed to this infinite prison..
Guardians..
but also travellers,
Switching two worlds..
The other, above.
A place of survival;
weak is the norm..
Tops of the chain
battle for power,
too hungry to devour..
────୨⋆⋅ Chapter IX. ⋅⋆୧ ────
The odd one out of a pack,
filled to the brim in a stack.
Flickers the light inside..
which remains this interesting sight.
filled to the brim in a stack.
Flickers the light inside..
which remains this interesting sight.
The odd one out of a pack,
with too much insight
displays this light too bright..
A layer of fear,
another layer of despair,
covet a veiled defect.
Greed on the play,
Steal away..
A dare as a pact..
For this defect is the best perfect.
─ ⊹ ⊱ Chapter X. ⊰ ⊹ ─
Trickled down this reckless pace.
Treasure found in
Treacherous waters..
Taters by wavers,
Torture stages.
This path with no aftermath,
Torments in cadence
Thunders of prudence..
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