
r/WritersSanctuary

Poem about enlightenment
It doesn’t need to make sense.
It never did have to.
I understood — then didn’t need to.
Could explain, but I just don’t want to.
It’s all clear, but justice, words can’t do.
Mama Mia
Mama Mia
never seen it
Obama's mama could not be prouder than on the day he was sworn in
why don't you research the day and the year you were born in?
catch a little insight on what is inside of you
scratching the surface
practically worthless
practically earthless
making residences and other locations that are yet to be determined
depending on who you know
sometimes the polar bear finds the Eskimo
but the game is place your bet and go
get where you need to get
post where you need to post
I'm posted up chilling w a bag of La La
roll a blunt lickety split like ta da
may I meet your Mama, Mama Mia
coming home with a crown 👑
I'm not looking down
downstairs what is around?
A brown eyed clown never touched a kilo or a pound thats a truth I need to say
I don't want to play cliche
but that is not for me to say either that is for me to do
If I have a woman now then that is one ticket times two
it's amazing what truly finds you if you allow Yourself to let go
It's like the eternal struggle comes to an end
and you break down to nothing
Got me a new device
That's a lie
Dig deeper into depersonalization If you want to find what I hide
Go out further than afar
I might pick an instrumental that has a guitar
I hate it whenever it's so hard to write
Now everybody's looking at me again
I went to bed in clothes and I woke up naked
Does this explain the conundrum I am in
Texting composing commands is not permitted
The truth that you find in my eye is acquitted
Make up a spiritual scenario and best believe I did it
I have put in my 20 years as a human
To do the things that people are simply not doing
It does not cost you a penny to be nice
But if it does, have the courage to divide the slice
Make the mandate between your light and your dark
Then make a realization of what makes you spark
With the accuracy of God, it's hard to miss your mark
With the guidance of Jesus, it's easy to be missed
By the people that love you as well as the ones that hate
By the women and men that you slept with and when faced with regret, you deemed your actions as fate instead of owning up to your participation concerning the content of your plate
Can you answer me the question as to why 7 ate
9 8 7
We can play this way too soon for comfort
Piercing the veil when we split our 11
There are many tricks of the trade when you are dealing with heaven
Remember that the devil only got a third and the number of angels in heaven are innumerable, so says the spoken word
That lets me know it is an unfair fight
Why can't we all get along and bear light 🕯️
Maybe the fact that we think there is a problem is the exact reason as to why there may be a problem
And maybe the problem starts in how we think
Trust me, I am no stranger to a shrink
When showed exercises to help my mind I usually take part
Awaiting His command like Noah and the ark
What I am teaching you may be an ancient lost art
If you really want to know the answers, obviously you have to ask a question
But who you ask the question to is truly where you are investing
Look in the mirror and ask yourself as you stare into your soul
Stare so hard it feels like you're digging a hole
Do you know the difference between a stick and a pole 🎣 💈
Do you know the difference between a rat and a mole
Can you tell the summary of what was summarized or are you sworn to silence and dare not otherwise
Feeling like Pennywise
hopefully you float
Back in the day around my brain I dug a moat
I filled it with the blood of my enemies and those who would attack
If ever you hear the trumpets blowing, stand back 👏🏽
Be braced and be ready for the race that has been steady
It is almost time to pop the confetti 🎊
Fetty Wap come and get me
acapella already
what are you asking me about who has sent me?
don't you know that already?
Do you ever feel like some signs come at exactly the right time?
Lately, I've been thinking about how some things in life don't really make sense while they're happening.
Sometimes we question why certain people came into our lives, why some stayed, why some left, and why certain experiences changed us so much.
But maybe not everything is meant to make sense immediately.
I've started noticing little things that feel like signs — a prayer I made quietly, a conversation I wasn't expecting, something I randomly read at exactly the right moment, or just a feeling inside me that tells me I'm not the same person I used to be.
Maybe that's what growing is.
You don't always notice yourself changing while it's happening.
Sometimes growth feels confusing. Sometimes it feels lonely. Sometimes you genuinely wonder if you're even moving forward.
But then you look back and realize you're becoming someone you once prayed to become.
I think we can be blessed in ways we don't even recognize yet.
Maybe some things are working quietly in the background.
Maybe some things aren't happening against us, but simply aren't ready for us yet.
And sometimes I think a “sign” doesn't have to be something huge.
Maybe it's just that quiet feeling in your soul saying:
keep going. 🌙
I'm curious — have you ever experienced something that felt like a sign at exactly the right moment?