"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.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
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.
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 3:08 PM UTC
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."
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
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.
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
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.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
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..
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
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.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
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
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC