The animal inside awakes Your body quakes Mouth grows needy Fingers greedy   You become a beastly beauty Deadly cutie Movements feral Strip apparel   Ravenously you devour Full of power Unabated Until sated

I used to associate fucking for love Raw Dirty Ripping my clothes off with your teeth Couldn’t wait to get me under you So you could get inside of me Kind of fucking There was no passion Just fucking But oh, did I love you…

Out on the lake the water is still, I drop my line and patiently wait I tug on the rod was that a bite? No just the bottom snagging my bait I’m casting further this time just to see if out there maybe the fish…

Old friends I couldn’t do right by. Too much in the way. Fits and starts before the engine seized again. I’m rebuilding the engine block, And I’ll take you where you need to go.   Just indulge me, if you will. Make it fresh and…

I can do this No, you can’t But I can No, you can’t I think I can No, you can’t I can No, you can’t Maybe I can’t Of course you can’t Maybe you’re right Of course I am I think I won’t do this…

Doubt is the beast beyond the door; Just out of sight, but never out of earshot; Gnawing and Grinning maniacally; Doubt is the hound at our heels; That spurs us forward; To keep writing; Even when body and soul demand a pause. -30-  

  Doubt swings his ax in midair I duck just in time Swings again and I feel my head Roll across the room I chase it down and hold it tight I run But Doubt is close behind Laughing maniacally “You will never do this” He…

Look into the mirror see yourself who is that person one with courage emotions ambitions heart pain everything packed inside but still going on moving forward like a soldier irrespective of anything you are strong now take a pledge won’t doubt yourself ever!

My worst critic is myself. Constantly looking at each action. Asking if it was the right. Or Could I have done it better? Every hour under some misplaced Scrutiny. Everyday a inner battle of two. A battle of one. A man and himself. Screaming at…

The poem The Bookmark by Graham Swift shows doubt memories. We know about the issue of screen and false memories in Freudian terms. The poetic persona remembers only in the end that the ticket left as a bookmark in a book was put there by…