Doubt

Poem -

Too much gas ?

Too much gas ?

The rhythm of my heart isn’t right

Its racing like a rocket tonight

I am taking deep...

Poem -

~ DOUBTING GOD ~

~ DOUBTING GOD ~

On doubting god
I am a pro
It seems my reflection
In mirrored holds
Cloaks...

Poem -

A river's calling

A river's calling

Sadness is like a river
That goes up and down the stream
The reflection shown upon its waters...

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Doubting You

Doubting You

With you I always second guess myself
Am I important to you, Do you love me,
Perhap I was...

Poem -

Church

Church

Do you believe in God? 'Er, yes, sort of,
I pray in my own way, anywhere, any time,'
my...

Poem -

The Ungracious

The Ungracious

My nephew said that churchgoers were hypocrites,
singing one thing and doing the opposite, in bits...

Poem -

Killed Dead (pt. 5)

Some Purgatory

Killed Dead (pt. 5)

Dust and prairie mirage
Fresh arrows for the barrage! Sent smoke signals align
The warrior...

Poem -

The Ray

Journey to Light

The Ray

Where I have been destined
the preordained displaced
forbearance and enlightenment,
...

Poem -

Scream

?

Scream

After three days with too much sun, the rain poured today
I was sitting on the floor looking for the...

Poem -

A Poetic Curse...

A Poetic Curse...

I'm going to start with a sorry,
I'm not sure how to portray my words...

I'm just a poet...

Poem -

~ VENEMOUS VISITOR ~

~ VENEMOUS VISITOR ~

It slithered into my fractured thoughts
Silently, slowly, polluting my environ
It strangled...

Poem -

~ DOUBTING GOD ~

~ DOUBTING GOD ~

On doubting God
I am a pro
It seems my reflection
In mirrored holds
Cloaks...

Poem -

ALL I SAVED

the tiny pebble is crying

Starve you
when the party's over
love the way your chains
steal the breath
...

Poem -

How did he do

The Interview

He gave the interview
It was of his own choosing .
He thought it would close the saga ....

Poem -

Certainty of Doubt

Certainty of Doubt

Hovering between the hands of certainty or doubt, there lies that very fine line, one’s subconscious...

Poem -

‘He loves me, he loves me...

‘He loves me, he loves me not ?’

I’m just an ordinary girl.. she thinks to herself, yet I don’t ever wanna be left on a lonely shelf.....

Poem -

~ ON SUSPICION CREEPING ~

{a dark disease}

~ ON SUSPICION CREEPING ~

Suspicion
Is like a disease
Creeping
Into the mind
Posing as thoughts
...