“…we should be unafraid to doubt,” — C. S. Lewis “What if…?” The famous thinker’s friend; For great ideas of every kind, Begin, “What if…?” and in the end, Creative gemstones may be mined. Beware of doubt, the siren song! It’s poison to artistic souls Don’t…

  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…

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…

I have stood at the edge of the cliffs of sleep looked upon the rocks and waves crashing, wrestling, and I have thought to myself “will I ever have a restful night?”

I get asked all the time, “Why are you so quiet?” At parties, I walk around and listen, unsure of when to join a conversation or, worse, when to let go and walk away. I have taught myself strategies, ways to get along. Those I…

seeing is what one may adhere upon believing embedded in deep trust and support approaching time sake moments incidents arising surely doubts in  consideration becoming critical to someone which not fully trusting completely because a veil of undetermined actions and motivation allays such circumstance  …

twitch of a hand movement forward withdrawal tapping fingers on a wooden surface turn of the head to a side blank stare turn of the head towards the screen exhale twitch of a hand movement forward lingering hand lowering on top of the mouse clicking…

Love is not what you read in a bubblegum wrapper. Love is not what religions are trying to teach you. Love is not necessarily blind. Love is not always simple or easy to maintain. Love is a wild being that doesn’t stay still. Love is…

I loved you without word, or look or token, You satisfied a need in me, I didn’t even know I’d need A primal urge, instinctive and unspoken. Then I, so unaware of this devotion, Was given to your look-alike, A hateful thing of bile and…