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I am sitting on a chair It is hard and green. Alone with my thoughts Unseeing, unseen. I am waiting, waiting Sat outside the door Under an artificial light On a beige shiny floor. So I sit and I pray.
Now noxious , auh wanna vomit. What's the matter. Well let me just comment. Boss Lady's tone, the heartless unsympathetic tone shows her unconcern to ones personal instabilities, alone.
#acrostic D o you ever wonder if the devil is for real. E ven if he is , how does that make you feel. V arious attempts, he'll try to make you sin I n the end though who loses and who wins.
A/N: This is a poetic description of my daily battle with ADHD. Haven't I gotten it wrong. My mind is so full of questions - jockeying for answers that only create more questions.
How long must I pray must I pray to you. How long must I wait must i wait for you. How long till I see your face. See you shining through. I'm on my knees bagging you to notice me.
You plead your innocents Your eyes tell indifference I shall fight this with every ounce of Will I have.
Wrote this a bit while ago, maybe few months ago..
I ain't no perfect person I've made tons of mistakes You do a recap of my life It all seems out of place Went from suicide to thoughts of homicide The devil lives in my head It's how I operate...
*To be read like a smash poem* In the morning my eyes will be swollen. These roads I've been taking are tollin'; Yeah, rackin' up bills that I can't fulfill That I can't fulfill..
Everyday is beautiful, such a positive flavor, the work of Christ revealed, redemption to savor. Aren't we all blessed, we have heard God's call, temptation comes more often, my defenses always fall.
Head held high against the sky, The soul has wings and wants to fly, The heart is restless, beating fast, "The breath from next shall be my last." The wind is frost, the frost is ice, The ice blows...
Please lord give me some power, Lord please give me some strength. For this is my darkest hour, Of never ending length. The minutes seem like weeks, The seconds last for days.
Before I say anything, I give you a warning. I'm ADD. And this is kind of like my diary. A place where I can say what's inside. My thoughts. Unfiltered. Unchanged. Unmedicated.
Why won't this pain just go away.
I have just been out to get bits and bobs, took the bull by the horns One of those days where my mind got to me to create a tumultuous storm I am now sat here, a prisoner of me I want to break out,...
The white noise of anguish and pain Keeps me awake again and again. Why am I so in tune with what others are immune. Is it that I am connected to To the immorality of the world infected.
I lay motionless in a state of stupor, Staring wildly at the cobweb waving at me from aloft. Taunting me, reminding me of the wasteland my life has become.
In this war state of mind; in my heart, I struggle with the questions; with the thoughts, What should I do now?; Now that your gone, What should I say; now that I can't say your mine, All I can do...
The dark side of life. Has called out my name. Causing pain and strife. Discomfort and shame. I have no blue skies. No dreams to behold. Around my sad eyes. The tightest blindfold. Unable to see.
Jesus does'nt love me, so how can I love you. You tell me that you need me, but I don't think you do. Mother can't help me, I make my own mistakes.
Into a dormant confinement. The angels were held. No longer needed by mortals. Upon the ground tears fell. They try to speak to the soul. The angels aren't heard. Only echoes of past confessions.
Slender beams of moonlight enter this darkened place as I kneel, Always lost, always alone, frozen here, waiting, unable to feel.
Sin will destroy your life and leave you dead Throughout your carnal body it will spread Look not at me for I am in bonds “Help” I cry but no help comes This thing called sin comes in many...
Oh Lord you had told me I'm most highly favoured lady, But I'm far from highly favoured When I'm carrying this baby. The people in the street Shout things as I pass Like 'Harlot.