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"unwaivering" poems
.                        Thin as a rake                          No food intake                       Endless heartache                         I won't partake,                      More time does slip                          Life on a drip,                       Alone in my head                        Confined to a bed,                                            My time is passing                     Unwaivering fasting                        Mother is crying                        Body atrophying,          To my family lying,                                  That all will be ok. Though this body will not see the sunrise of another day.
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
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moments of Medusa's eyes visions hardening then crumbling whilst still distracted by the unwaivering allure of come-hither eyes oblivious to the dire realm of quickly evaporating reality left with thoughts, though no choice but to revel in the vampiric kiss of a beautiful apocalypse finding only empty castles void of jest and princess alike not lonely, but alone crowned king of thoughts already spoken and days already dead.
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Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 3:08 PM UTC
Dissolving Swiftly
How sweet the sound of amazing grace that saves filthy sinners like me. Who are not even close to worthy of accepting the gift of God's love that is Relentless; Unwaivering; No strings attached. He died a painful death upon the cross to save lives like mine. Ones that can't even resist the smallest temptations put before us, though we know the extent of the evil one. Why is it that we cling to the things of this world that are Evil; Destructive; Corruptive; Instead of holding onto the everlasting promises of our Lord Jesus that are Hopeful; Redemptive; Life changing. He took a lost, broken, depressed drug addict, and chose me to do His mighty work; to build up His kingdom. Not once has He said you're not good enough and you'll never be. But he took the Lost me; Angry me; Addiction based me; And said "I'm going to use your story, for my glory, and I'll make you strong enough to resist those things." For when I am weak, that's when He is strong. Stronger than any temptation ivs ever faced. And just like Nehemiah, "I am doing a great work and I cannot come down."
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
I Cannot Come Down
I've spent my day lying in bed Attempting to find peace for my soul. Run thin by anxiety, Tattered by endless hours, Repetitive thoughts and fears Chewing at the fabrics of my calm demeanor. Making an unwaivering decision was never my strength. Monumental moments... Life altering in every aspect... And all i can think about is the aftermath. Yet a choice must be made because in all honesty, I don't think I can take this anymore.
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
where do all the nightmares go?
You left me. I was miserable. Yet someone came. I denied that she was just like you. But, she actually is. Everytime I am with her, I see you. You have the same personality. You share the same race. You both have that unwaivering determination. You both share the same faith. I gave emotional attachment to you both. And then, both of you left me.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Reflection
It's slowly dwindling away Crumbling into pieces That can never be repaired Breaking down to the point Of no return I'm loosing it The ability to feel To give in to my emotions Its as if my sanity Slowly sinks into oblivion I used to have them Feelings of joy Of sadness and pain Of anger and lust Or even love But as the days pass by And age catches up My heart begins to harden To feel as cold as ice Like I'm barely even alive I was once a young boy With eyes full of dreams And a heart full of courage An unwaivering mindset To take the world head on But Reality was cruel I kept searching for happiness But all it gave was pain And as I succumbed to endless pain I started to not care at all Years passed by and yet I still struggle in the pain I still endure the bitterness Stuck on my mouth As if it were candies Soon after I'm left here Wanting to feel again Wanting my chest to swell With anger or excitement I don't even care which I just want to start feeling again For time to move from hereon To exist again in this timeline To love and lose once more To experience emotions like so They still evade me though The feelings that once coloured The corners of my heart And graced the different periods Of my rollercoaster life Someday I may lose it all The emotions that once Made me feel alive I'm a dead man walking right now Just waiting for the final execution I hope someone intervenes I hope that phone call comes The call thats saves me from This endless pit I don't want to go to An emotionless and dull damnation Because I don't wanna lose it all I just want to feel that I exist And that I am worth something That I am worth saving And I deserve to be alive even as the mess I truly am I simply want to feel again..
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
Dead Man Walking
It's slowly dwindling away Crumbling into pieces That can never be repaired Breaking down to the point Of no return I'm loosing it The ability to feel To give in to my emotions Its as if my sanity Slowly sinks into oblivion I used to have them Feelings of joy Of sadness and pain Of anger and lust Or even love But as the days pass by And age catches up My heart begins to harden To feel as cold as ice Like I'm barely even alive I was once a young boy With eyes full of dreams And a heart full of courage An unwaivering mindset To take the world head on But Reality was cruel I kept searching for happiness But all it gave was pain And as I succumbed to endless pain I started to not care at all Years passed by and yet I still struggle in the pain I still endure the bitterness Stuck on my mouth As if it were candies Soon after I'm left here Wanting to feel again Wanting my chest to swell With anger or excitement I don't even care which I just want to start feeling again For time to move from hereon To exist again in this timeline To love and lose once more To experience emotions like so They still evade me though The feelings that once coloured The corners of my heart And graced the different periods Of my rollercoaster life Someday I may lose it all The emotions that once Made me feel alive I'm a dead man walking right now Just waiting for the final execution I hope someone intervenes I hope that phone call comes The call thats saves me from This endless pit I don't want to go to An emotionless and dull damnation Because I don't wanna lose it all I just want to feel that I exist And that I am worth something That I am worth saving And I deserve to be alive even as the mess I truly am I simply want to feel again..
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Nobody tells you that things will change so much. And maybe if they did, you probably chose not to hear it. And when you're aging and the world feels empty and distant, you realize what it all means. You realize that some of your friends that would be there forever really won't be. That maybe you're not who you thought you were. That maybe you've settled. That maybe all there is to the world is the daily grind of twenty-four hours and the solitude of an unwaivering schedule.
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
Twenty-Somethings
My footsteps were dampened By the cool grey stone As I walked down The cold and empty hall On my right and left Were rows and rows of cells This place must have been a prison Long ago before it was abandoned Dusty light fell down Through the small barred window Passing through it I noticed It felt much thicker than air At the end of the hallway I came to a wood panel door Reinforced with metal But it appeared to be unlocked I gently turned the **** And enter the room behind It was small room furnished by Nothing but a crude chair and table Shutting the door behind me I realized that There were no other entrances Or exits to the room It was rather dark Dust and particles filled the air The only light Came from a lamp on the table On that table, besides the lamp, were Various old files, Empty film canisters And a curious movie projector Devoid of any film Searching further I found One of the canisters Actually contained a film In immaculate condition Curious I picked it up And fed it through the projector Once I was sure it was in place I turned the machine on Nothing happened at first And then the opposite wall Burst into animation As the film began to play There was an eye I was not sure If the movie was playing Until I saw it blink And I do not know How long I watched it For it managed to hold My unwaivering attention Other scenes began to play And they flowed from one to the next The longer I watched The less I understood of what I saw The visions on the screen Became increasingly stranger I felt both sick And horribly uneasy The only thing I could now make out Was a dark lanky hand Stretching and curling around Around a door frame Only then did I realize I had stopped watching the screen long ago
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
Film of Sight
My footsteps were dampened By the cool grey stone As I walked down The cold and empty hall On my right and left Were rows and rows of cells This place must have been a prison Long ago before it was abandoned Dusty light fell down Through the small barred window Passing through it I noticed It felt much thicker than air At the end of the hallway I came to a wood panel door Reinforced with metal But it appeared to be unlocked I gently turned the **** And enter the room behind It was small room furnished by Nothing but a crude chair and table Shutting the door behind me I realized that There were no other entrances Or exits to the room It was rather dark Dust and particles filled the air The only light Came from a lamp on the table On that table, besides the lamp, were Various old files, Empty film canisters And a curious movie projector Devoid of any film Searching further I found One of the canisters Actually contained a film In immaculate condition Curious I picked it up And fed it through the projector Once I was sure it was in place I turned the machine on Nothing happened at first And then the opposite wall Burst into animation As the film began to play There was an eye I was not sure If the movie was playing Until I saw it blink And I do not know How long I watched it For it managed to hold My unwaivering attention Other scenes began to play And they flowed from one to the next The longer I watched The less I understood of what I saw The visions on the screen Became increasingly stranger I felt both sick And horribly uneasy The only thing I could now make out Was a dark lanky hand Stretching and curling around Around a door frame Only then did I realize I had stopped watching the screen long ago
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