Ongoing Emotions, A wretched read of which is a #literary work in progress, comprised of the thoughts and emotions of a #disabled man living in #poverty, as he struggles to get through each day. There will be more added to this over time, for now this is where it is.


It is upon the precipice of totality that the reality comes crashing in like the waves of an ocean storm, smashing beyond the barrier and consuming the village, with no direction to escape, forced to witness our fate, the destruction of man will harm everyone.

There is but no hope upon which one shall hold onto, for the void of reality will swallow you whole and crush your soul, no scream can be heard for dammed have no tongue.

As the sun begins to shine, a new day is upon us, yet the darkness of life surrounds us, as the birds sing, dogs bark, and traffic flows, the world is void of humanity, so many in need while so many live in greed, to see a new day used to mean new opportunity, but now it just means another day of suffering and struggling, how long can this muddy river flow, how long can the desperation go, how long can any of this last.…

As the morning is dark and grey, it is crystal clear that humanity has sunk into hell, there is no soul to our society, no warmth to our collective smile, no existence beyond individual greed, those in of help will never receive, and the rest have no eyes to see just how far into the pits of hell humanity has truly fallen, as the words flow, there is no more hope, for the collective path has always been one of destruction, and to take all with it, society it is no more.

Across the vast emptiness of this barren world, the screams of the dammed are louder than the wind, the darkness that covers this world is darker than any black hole in the sky, the air is heavy like lead, and hotter than any fire you could ever endure, yet we forever are condemned to this wretched place, we have had our eyes deceived as many see it as paradise, when in fact it is nothing more than hell its self.

The voids of space are far more welcoming than the sunny beaches of earth, the emptiness of space is more comforting than the busy city streets, the quietness of space is more understanding than the countless voices drowning out the pleas for help, space is heaven a respite from the hell that is life upon the earth.

My shoes are empty, as my breath is shallow, my spirit broken and my knees are weak, my mind plays tricks and my vision grows dark, with each passing day I fade from morning to night, losing time without a rhyme, in the mirror this life can't be mine.

Disconnected the receiver laying on the floor, the tone of the busy signal conveying the message no body cares, trying to reach, trying to find, arms extended hands open, looking for help, only to receive the message no body cares.

The crashing waves of the sea erode the sands of the beach, as time has eroded the humanity from society, just like a rouge wave, time will come crashing down washing all out to sea.

From the mountain tops to the bottom of the sea, as the sun rises, no one can see me, as the birds sing and bees pollinate, no one cares about me, as the grass grows and flowers bloom, as the rain pours, and the thunder booms, no one can hear me, from the rabbits to the squirrels the fish and hawks, not a single one will feed me, for as the wind blows my hopes grow but with the storms comes war, no moon nor stars will guide my path, for all my dreams, the night is near and with winter near and a chill in the air, not a single one could care.

Earth is a desolate wasteland, and humans are nothing more than empty shells full of vile hatred wandering aimlessly, this planet, society, and humanity died so very long ago, the zombie echos are all that are left to now roam.

As you drag your boulder of burden up that mountain that's unclimbable, remember nobody cares to help push it up nobody cares to hold it while you take a break, all they care about is if it breaks loose and falls on them.

Day by day, as time goes by, my strength grows weak, my heart runs dry, my soul is lost, demons fill my thoughts, hope holds on, but the days of fighting are all but gone, for my body and mind cant continue to hold on, motions are all I am now;

Fleeting snow drifts across the road, pumpkins and spice bring warmth to the night, fireside with hot coco and a good book, feet up wrapped in a blanket, an old man sits, a tear falls down as his world is as barren as moon, a life lived in pain and sorrow, never wanting to see tomorrow, forced to suffer and struggle for all the years, time has never been kind.

Corn fields grow wheat while the still shines through the moon even as the sky is on fire, running through the woods so deep feet are tripping in the dark, tainted waters flowing fast as glass covers the grass, no deer nor rabbit nor fish a foot, for the carrot and the bird have even rotted.

The sun is shining, but it is dark everywhere. The wind is blowing, but there is no air. As water flows, my thirst grows. Death, from every corner, blood covers the globe. The bombs fell, the world burned, the trees fell and there is no one left to tell...

Empty darkness filled with sadness and fear, desperation leads the path, no light no hope, screaming and feeling for a door, no help no sight, another endless night.

The waves are flowing backwards, the winds are lifting from the ground, the sun is setting instead of rising and the rains have turned to ice of stone, no movement forward, no path to go back, the road is narrow with steep curves and cliffs along the way, no man no beast, time has stopped, no stars in the sky, no life, no life to be found, for time has burned it all down.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down the well so deep and dark, no drop of water can be seen, darkness flows and fills the room, the well of darkness has no smell, but the horrors it can tell, from the depths of hell this well of darkness flows, sitting on the bed's edge hoping not to cry.

The future has no hope, for the past has been full of doubt and built on blood, the present is full of fear that the end is near, stand or sit, speak or stay quite, there is no step to take there is no path to endure, for the rapture should come, but to whom will it doom, under the sun and the moon, we all will be gone with a whimper no Earth shattering kaboom.

No eye shall see, no ear will hear; As the only sign the end is near; Darkness will fill the skies as tremors tear the ground apart; No man will stand, not a speck of dust will remain; As the water flows, time will sow; To reap the pain, this world disdained.

For the door to hell is through your soul, which upon her gaze it is clear to see, fire and blood will flood your life, with no scar un ripped, no burn un salted, your every breath will reap of horrid despair, every step will bring pain to much to bear.

Sight is fading, everything bright is often dim as night, darkness is bright as day, feeling around to touch the world around me, but nothing is there to hold onto, step by step my body crumbles, heartbeats fading often rampant and disordered, thoughts racing with no direction nor focus, hunger fills the space that should be filled, pain and anxiety dominate my actions, constantly suffering and struggling, nightmares often not only ruin what little rest I get, but fill my head for days, a cycle of torment a cycle of hellish events, no peace to ever lay my head, rambling words confusing thoughts, reality is but a novel of fiction, for time has not been kind to me, but go on I must for I know no other way.

The endless darkness stretches over eternity, consuming any and all the light it reaches, void of light the abyss is forever, the silence in this abyss is so loud it is deafening and overwhelming, nothing to be seen, nothing to be heard, you cant even see your breath in the frozen air, nor hear your own breath in the silence of it all, no existence, no escape, reality has consumed us all.

The furling winds of change bring forth furious blizzards with air so cold it cuts your lungs with each breath, no sun to be seen nor felt, no sound to be heard, an everlasting winter of death has blown in, and frozen for all of time, nothing has a beginning nor no end....

As I stand in the middle of the void, sinking deeper into the darkness so cold my breath freezes the moment it leaves my body, so silent and void of noise it hurts my ears, my feet can not feel what I am standing on, my hands can not reach out, my voice is mute against the silence, my eyes can not see for the darkness consumes all light, my thoughts are racing, my heart is out of rhythm, for the void is so absent of everything not even my mind can function, I struggle to hold on, for there is no fear to let go, suffering for so long, into the void forever I go.

I can see no light in the pit of night, I can hear no voice in the wind of pain, I can reach no ground in the ragging sea, for sharks are here to devour me....

Enveloped in perpetual darkness, the silence is deafening, the air so cold with every breath your lungs freeze, you reach out to feel around but there is nothing to grab, forever falling never landing on anything at all, you cry out for help but your voice is muted by the silence, you try to hold on to hope, but your in a vortex of despair, your senses lie to you, your body and mind are on two different plains of reality, there is no life, there is no death, you simply are without any direction at all...

For the vile of darkness has been lifted, and all there is, is nothing at all, just more eternal darkness, for the light that once created all life has long been snuffed out, leaving a trail of fleeting hope, but no hope can be found and no light can be seen, forever in slumber so shall we all be...

Poised upon a perch of thorns, fire flaring to a roar, wind and rain will bring the pain, jagged rocks below the fall, brimstone pouring down upon the eye, the veil of darkness swallows all the hope it will be well.

A dark morning the day after, storms on the horizon a chill in the air, the dampness has my joints aching, no comfort in the days to come, for heat, food and rest will have to wait, on your feet you must keep, for the turn about is soon to come, no time to ready no time to wait, all I can do is forget to hesitate, for time will tell we know so well, but history says no future we will go, to the victor no joy will be, for the end of days will surely be.

Empty and void of thought, for time has not been kind, a new day in a new month in a new year, and in every way things are just the same, no hope for the moment to be, no direction to see, for the vastness of disparity is all there seems to be, from waking alone to struggling to eat, there is no hope for me, to exist one moment to the next with no future insight, step by step to take a breath, for into the night forever dark, no path to take no hand to shake, there simply is no hope to be.

Though my thoughts are fraught with fear, for the darkness of night is near, no sun of day will light my way, for the future is cold and the present is bleak, there will be no rest for my feet.

It is the darkness that brings comfort, for all your days have been in vain, not a single moment without pain, nightmares are your closest friend as every time you close your eyes they are there, more reliable than any human could ever be, the void is a sucking force, removing all hope that ever grows, with a freezing cold there is no where to hold, forever you must go, with no rest no peace, every beat of your chest your body begs for rest but your mind forever stuck in a never ending loop, with images so dark you simply smirk, for the void is home you no longer have the strength to go.

And yet I find myself lost in the void of the abyss, even though I have for the past 4 decades, searched every inch for a way to escape this harsh environment, that has stripped me of my senses, my emotions, my very essence, for ever to be entombed in this void I am forced to be.


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Sitting down trying to focus, to much flowing through my mind, all the environmental noises are driving me nuts, body in pain, no comfort to be found, no rest for a weary mind that wont shut down, so overwhelmed with all my needs, no help nor respite to be seen, upon my feet so many need of a man without any means, sounds and sights the mind dreams up, stimulation overdrive, thoughts confused and words are lost, exhaustion would be but a holiday, beyond the point of passing out, the tolls my mind and body hold, a storm is brewing will I hold, for how long I must go, time has been a war to me, left upon the shore battered no hope for me, up at the call ready to go, no idea how at all, a zombie I seem to be, everything piled on top of me, like a world of horrifying debris, yet time after time, something makes me breath, to climb from this wreck of life, never to see actual daylight, a void to exist no strength to resist, onward I go as my body is old, time has not been kind, and for me no one has mind.

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I am Philip a #disabled man living in #poverty, being #creative in various ways is both therapeutic and my passion, I struggle in many areas of life, and often seek financial aid so that I can afford to take care of myself, I had the chance to setup my own #Friendica instance to communicate with the world, I can always use good friends so if you see this give me a follow #fedi22 @pasjrwoctx👽
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I am a #disabled man living in #poverty who is a passionately creative Bi-Polar social outcast, who’s goal in life is to inspire others to overcome what ever is holding them back. My mental issues foster my creativity. They allow me to see the world with an open mind. I have compassion towards others, because I know first hand. How hard life can be.

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Up with the sun, to walk past the moon, stars dancing on the water as the duck fly by, dogs barking, train horns in the distance, fog horns blasting in the sound, coffee brewing, eggs frying, old man naked with his robe wide open, stubbles to grab his paper, birds singing, cars going by, neighbors leaving, time is wasting, grass dying, waters drying, old people dying, young people living in fear, wars ragging, wealth growing, no food to eat, no trust to share, governments betraying the very people they are supposed to protect and lead, bombs blasting guns firing, satellites falling, rockets leaving, networks crashing, head scratching, people screaming, no one is listening, empty voids filled with death, with every single breath time stands still.

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Sucking the tits of Angles, while bleeding the devils tears, no fear of the year, for the fire and brimstone are here. Seas rising, wars ragging, countries failing, trees dying, air poisoned, leaders hiding, thieves leading, cliffs have waiting lines, as the sheep feed themselves to the wolves, money burning, food is gone, buildings falling, people hating, fear is wining, hope is dead, and time marches on.

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