This is a poem about personal inhibitions that prevent a person to vent or cry properly. It is a short blurb, just trying to clear smoke and daggers form my mind. Listening to Family Portrait by Pink as I have been writing the last three poems.

Stupid…but I do want it…

Human emotions are natural but hard to tame. The are very real and hard to be scripted. It needed to be respected and not be abused.

All our lives we doubt about this and that but the fact of the matter is that doubt and trust are opposite values that complement each other. We doubt whatever is good and than we try to reason with the doubt. In the process we go from point A to point B, desires keep changing and so does the quality of our existence. By living in the center we can dissolve all doubts.

I walk in the liberty Christ purchased for me.

You can’t rewrite history.

A woman looking for solitude.

You need alot more than just passion to keep a relationship alive.

Energise your creativity and let good things happen.

Some thoughts are a pure pleasue.