Is sin a reality or illusion? Is sin a descent into a state of ungodliness? I believe so though many may differ in opinion.
The pleasures and delights of persons given to self-love
Most of us have been beguiled into relationships that have turned out pretty rotten. How some people can tempt others into deep feelings and then turn them away like flotsam on the wind.
Wishes which were written on the basis of Max Ehrmann’s Desiderata
Have you ever searched inside of yourself or looked up at the sky wondering about what really is beyond the mind of man/woman. The endless quest for eternity. The meaning of space and time. This is my take on it....
As a writer, I can write about almost anything. This is written in dedication to an egotistical and cruel frenchman I once knew.
Most of us have an ego. Some have an inflated ego larger than life. It's essential to put the ego through a gym and a workout program to hone it to right shape.
Series of poems aimed at guys (or girls) who simply can't take a hint. "No" sometimes (okay, most of the time) really means "NO". When it's over, it's over.
Do you manage several online writing portfolios on different websites? If so, then you can understand how challenging it can be to successfully manage all of these portfolios at once. This article shares why not to get caught up with vane page views when managing online writing portfo...
My poem is a message, you may try to decipher it if you will
The piece is about vanity and how it effects ourselves and those around us.
Young woman on a luxury liner thinks she's being photographed. When she learns that the photographer's subject is not her but the old lady poet next to her, she becomes enraged. What wrong with him?, she is perfect and young.
Tattoos...You either love 'em or hate 'em.. ..A form of Body-art that goes back to 12,000 BC, and can be as individual and creative as its wearer.. A very lighthearted poem on a popular form of self-expression..
A short story on the feelings of feelings. Even feelings leave the other feelings during the time of crisis. Strange!!!
I wrote this a couple of weeks ago for somebody, decided to publish it now. A bit of pain, a dash of uncertainty, some love-oriented thoughts and sentiments. One of my few poems that actually rhymes.
Ooh, narcissism! Generally I don't indulge in it to this extent, but eh. Loss of love often brings out the worst in people. This poem is one of the bravest things I've ever written, because it makes me look so awful. :P
A DIY guide to converting most any bedroom dresser into a unique bathroom vanity.
A late-night poem, born of lack of sleep and thought soup.
General confusion, punctuated with intermittent rational cognition and fervent emotions.