A Brief Collection Of Poetry Of An Allegorical Nature That Is Terrible

Dreams and Feelings

Sometimes, my dreams are prophetic,
or have a deeper meaning,
Whether they are symbolic,
Or require further gleaning.

I dreamed the night before last,
Of a girl, and my friends,
And I analyzed the future and past,
From whatever God sends.

We spent the night at my best friend's house,
Which was strange because he wasn't there,
So I was quiet as a mouse,
And no one seemed to care.

I did talk though, to this girl,
Of a uncertain future, and love,
Her eyes blue, dark hair without curl,
Her rainment black, and grey as a dove.

I can't recount my feelings here,
As they are too hard to describe,
But I can tell you that I felt mostly fear,
And a guilt with an illogical vibe.

We talked long into the night,
In my best friend's sister's room,
Sipping 'nog, and discussing our plight,
Ignoring our imminent doom.

Eventually, we drifted off to sleep,
In the room, together, as friends,
Our own souls to keep.
But 'nog burns holes that nought mends.

The nog burned through mattress, and floor,
Which scientifically makes no sense,
But it shook us both to the core,
When she blamed me with no recompense.

I openly denied the fact,
I know not if I'm to blame,
But her eyes, made me regret the act,
And filled me with deep shame.

But in that night, I dreamed, in a dream,
Of Kyrat's Shangri-La in the dark,
As meaningless as it may seem,
It in my mind left it's mark.

In this meta-dream, I fought demons,
Straight out of Farcry Four,
And killed all who answered my summons,
Except one, who was pregnant, no more.

I took "her" back to my friend's place,
And showed "her" to the girl,
And though happiness had been on her face,
It twisted when she saw no cure.

Abby said she'd cry if I stayed one night more,
And I selfishly stayed all the same,
to be with the girl I'd come to adore,
Though my expression was rather tame.

So, what could I learn from this;
But that prophecy is oft unclear,
And my analysis is probably a miss,
Though it makes me shed a tear.

Maybe, in my future there are drugs and an affair;
A shame upon my honor code,
Because to the girl it was unfair,
And with me it does not well bode.

This terrifies me, cause the love I felt was real,
A girl in a dream, I've never met,
Took my heart; it was surreal.
Yet I was unfaithful, or so I interpret.

So I think it was this, relayed in my heart,
That I will meet a girl, through my friend,
But an affair, will tear us apart,
But our relationship will not end.

Instead we will live in strife,
Unwilling to help each other,
or save the other's life.
What shame, will I bring on another?

It will harm more than we, two, though.
All are affected, when a friend is in pain.
So we will put on quite a show,
But friends will see through what we feign.

This scares me, and I hope I'm wrong,
The shame, fear and guilt are to much to bear,
Which is why this is niether poem or song,
Because it shows how much I truly care.

I rarely show my feelings, I don't like to,
But this was written free flow, it's hard to hide,
How much my feelings impact what I do,
So I'll pray to God, that he stays on my side.

Maybe someday, I'll have a bride,
One who loves me, and I her,
But I will not make it a source of pride,
Instead I'll strive to have no lover.

Is my analysis correct, oh Lord,
Is my existence to be so painful?
Is my life to be so abhorred,
Or will you make it gainful?

Either way, I'll accept Your judgement,
It is Your will I will follow,
For who saves me from torment,
But He who loves the swallow.

God, if you will take this cup from me,
I would be more likely to satisfy,
But not my will, I yearn to see,
But Your's carried out, ere I die.

I feel the tone of Even If,
The song by MercyMe,
But Your Name, I will lift,
Because from sin I'm free.

No matter what I face in life,
No matter what Satan does,
I will use God's word, ere I am rife,
With thinking about what was.

Maybe it was my parent's love,
Or David's big pregnancy reveal,
But either way, it's a gift from above,
One I don't have to steal.

LOVE!

Author's Note: This is a little Personal, so I may delete it, but either way, I'm sorry I'm an awful poet and an even worse person in general. I apologise for not doing a real rythmn, but the choice was intentional, to show the intensity.
~Isaiah Joel Oakley Le Istya