dark winds of self-doubt
blow furiously today
in their sway i flee
toward those same old roads
where i sure do suffer
self-inquisition

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   10.01.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish,

When Peace evades me
     and Hope fades to a memory.

When Frustration and Grief become my only friends
     and Weak and Weary try their best to settle in.

Just as Hatred is knocking at my door...

My knees find their way to the floor
    
      and I cry out

I NEED YOU LORD, like never before.


© Tina Thompson

I'm filled with doubt,
Which leaves me with nothing to do
Other than to pout.

Such a vast world
complex
devouring
would it not be enough
one life touched
one loved
loving back
in such emptiness
what more could be asked
seven billion
the largest fight is love
if even for just one
in seven billion
a whole other world
could be crafted
in such a light

You whisper sweet words
I feel your lust
Driven by ****** thoughts
You pluck my chord
Play me like a violin
String by string
Seductively driving me insane
Setting my whole body in motion
I long to be entangled in
You like a web
Kissing your lips
And turning you red
Take a trip in my land
And pleasure me
Taking me to the heights of ******
These desires filling you
You need not to hide it
Like Victoria’s secret
But reveal
For I wish for you to massage and
Relieve
Touching every pressure point
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Time
found himself
then just dropped
off what was himself
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and fell to what was

Thank time itself.

I am done with life. I hate myself. I hate people. I want the sweet sent of suicide to rome amongst my feet. I feel of no place for me to be in. I am a disturbance.
How can I be so ugly in and out. I don't fit in. I am bullied. I am abuse with sounds and fists. I am alone. No one can relate. I am stuck.
I mustn't talk, no, not a sound. It's a sin if expressed. I am the passage way to depression, enjoy the ride while you can. I am sorrow. I am me, the worst to be.
Why must I be alone? What did I do? Well I can't complain, if god did this then what is he to be of heaven. God is the root to all evil. Well in my world he is. Believe and are betrayed.
I don't understand my meaning of life. Why must you drop me from heaven if so then why thee others gracefully down. I hate how I am separate from myself. The different views. The world is a dark place. I feel of nothing to be cheerful of. I am my only friend.
Most of you think, wow, great writing. These are my feelings. This poem is my mind. The only way I can communicate to any other is this, yet they read and just continue life without a doubt, while I am still right here. What have I become, a monster, a guesser.