There you go - feeling guilty again, fearing what you may have said or done.   Guilt is nothing more than a sign of a beauty within, for only beautiful people suffer the burden of guilt.   Only the kind possess it. Only the thoughtful carry it. Only the caring bear responsibility for it, and only the compassionate feel it.   Don’t shy away from guilt, embrace it, for it only touches those whose light burns brightest insid...

I love you- You know that right? Every time that I have told you no, I was hoping it was for your own good. You say you are no longer the same person, That he died long ago. I don't belive you. I will always see you as the strong, amazing, and most bravest person I've ever known. You are my other half. When you went away, A part of me did as well. I started listening to your music, watching the things you watch. And whene...

I lay in bed, breathing deeply, hoping it would distract me from my excruciating headache. Pieces of the only food I had an actual craving for floated in a bucket of vomit by my bedside. “God, why me?” I whimpered. A strong wind forced the curtains away from my window and over my body. It traveled from my feet to my ears. It whispered dominantly, “Why only acknowledge me when you think I've wronged you?” It could have bee...

The ancient gift that God gave man, the awareness of time and distance span.We stand now among a dwindling crowd, our brothers and sisters whom we disavowed.So do we care or even admit, twas only by the gift are we thus fit.Can our species' conscience bear, the dread guilt weight of death we share?Or will we run and hide in shame, fleeing in fear to avoid the blame.Pray that the Master's trust in us be right, ere daybreak...

I don't know why I did it, a moment of madness I suppose. You were just laying there, innocent, untouched and I just couldn't help myself. I had to have you! I never thought of the consequences, what would happen if I dared to touch you... No, I was out of control and now you are gone. I am so angry with myself for what I did, for my weakness and now I have to suffer the consequences of my actions. I am sorry, I truly am....

I do dwell too often on the pastabout things I had no control If I told all it would likely flabbergastthese memories from so long ago I am ashamed when being askedof the things that happened then Forced so young to grow up far too fastmy childhood stolen way back when Did I deserve to be lashed and trashedwhipped mercilessly told I was stupid Was I an evil child needing to be outcastfor my thoughts and my curiosities Alw...

"I miss you so much."I kneel on the grass and stare into the darkening horizon for a long period of time, my mind whirling, the compulsively organized file cabinets in my brain spewing memories onto the floor. I am forced to sift through them in order to find their dwelling place. I run into the memory of standing up for you to Dad. His voice pierces my heart, driving as deep as it did the first time around."No son of min...

You know I have my demons, You've seen them first hand, You've borne the brunt Of their attacks. You hold me as I tremble, Helping me fight them off Sharing your strength with me Trying to hold them at bay. Sometimes they sleep, But never deeply And never, ever Long enough. They awaken, snarling and snapping At the sound of the slightest whisper By you, the man who loves me The darkness descends. Bravely, you defend me Ta...

Lust eruption of sexual heat Lovebonds two hearts entwined Fearkept truth inside Guiltbuilding till I burst Truth cutting like a knife Shatteringthe heart I love Burstinto a million parts Sorrowturned own heart lone Franticallylooking for pieces Mendingthe heart with love Vocationtill I die and beyond...

I felt numb. I needed clean clothes and a shower. I felt.... dirty. I needed to stop seeing Billy entwined with that woman as though their two bodies were one. The harder I tried not to think about it, the more I saw all the details in my head. I could still see her legs lifted across his shoulders. I could still hear the primitive sounds of their passion escaping their throats and her scream as she begged for more. I sti...

Difficult to see the brighter side of life.Hidden away in dimness, feeling strife. Inadequacies, linger in the shadows. Darkness, spearing wits like arrows. Memories of a childhood stolen early.Growing beyond years too fast surely. Guilty thoughts, a child has no choice.Heart, mind debating, without rejoice. Instead of pilfering ones childhood. Life taken completely, they should. Better option than a life sentence passed....

Here in my lonely heart, Betwixt that narrow moment of light and shadow Wherein lies the truth that is me. Across the blue expanse, in that open space of nothingness Where angels fall and dance across the barrenness of my enduring soul; Rests the small ember that struggles to drift away into darkness, And find within a sea of chaos a small island of tranquillity. Tranquillity? What is tranquillity in this world that roars...

Do I dwell too often on the pastabout things I had no control If told all they would flabbergastmemories of another time Ashamed I am when being askedof things that happened then Forced to grow up way too fastchildhood stolen from me Did I deserve to be lashed and trashedwhipped mercilessly told I was stupid Was I a bad child needing to be outcastfor my thoughts and curiosities Living in terror made to feel abashedtaught...

GUILTYour insane guilt is driving me insanedraining me drysucking my life force out of my shattered bodyTugging at mePulling on meDemanding of me to give, give, giveEven when I'm finally left lying, curled and shriveled, on the floor,It would STILLnot be, never be,enough

It’s coming from each sideI can feel it surround meChoking, suffocating I can’t see it, yet still it’s there A thousand tiny hands Holding, pressing Pinning me where I stand I can’t understand it Confusing, condemning Where reality and fantasy touch The blurry border I walk Twisting, turning Never-ending agony Burning my thoughts and dreams Searing, scarring The guilt is overwhelming Staining my world red Blurring, shapin...