anxiousrestlessmind

Don't give up on me, I am still fighting with every breath. I will not give in, so don't let me go. Don't give up on me, I plan on coming home. I'm not letting go, we both know, all I must do is breathe. Don't let this be my last, there is still fight in me. They tell me to just breathe, as if it's so easy. If it were, there would be no need for this machine. Is there still fight in me? All I need to do is breathe, but can I do this without this machine? Do you still believe in me?

A poem a day Will keep the demons at bay So I have been told But I have nothing to say So today I hope and pray

Swaddled nicely I hold her tightly It is love at first sight My home, my life

Daddy, are you still here, or have your demons won? Will I ever hear your voice again, or will they continue to speak through you? Paranoia is a poisonous sickness spreading through body and mind. Constantly fighting between reality and fiction. Unable to identify what is real or what is simply fear. Its clutches dig deep in your soul, but you don’t seem to know. You are watching, you are listening. But who or what is speaking to you? Who or what speaks through you? Daddy, I have a lot to say, but they won’t let me get through. They poison your mind, and in your fear, you hide. But you can’t escape the thoughts that cloud your mind. I look into your eyes, but I can’t find the man that I once knew and loved. But, Daddy, please don’t fear I am sill here.

Light is inconceivable amongst the black abyss of my mind. This lifeless reflection is the epitome of the defeated enduring the endless turbulence of a diurnal existence. Still yet, hope may exist amidst this infinite haze. Light refracts and monochromatic skies transform, revealing hope through the marvel of iridescence.

in every picture such beautiful perfection with each post we are dictators of destiny creators of happiness

Unspoken words haunt the soul where they can be found. Somethings must be said before words corrupt and spread leading to your certain death.

Day in and day out, the endless battle is fought in hopes to bring peace. Until then no one shall sleep, for pointless dreams make us weak.

I was once in pristine condition A perfect composition But my pages wither and tear My condition turns to fair I was the favorite for many years But now I have come to fear The inevitable day to come When I will be selected by none An epic coming of age A drama worthy of the stage A narrative provoking thought of the downtrodden and distraught Poor condition That would be my description But I was once new Turned away by very few Time and time again My story would begin In the hands of a bosom friend Together the journey will end I’m in no condition to share Now gone beyond repair A favorite none the less But today I shall be laid to rest