“A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.”

Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.

Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.

You don’t deserve her, but the least you can do is damned well love her.

I’ve brought myself back to life more times than I can remember. And when I say I brought myself back, I mean, I have clawed, clambered and coaxed myself from the precipice of self destruction.

I am ruled by emotion. She is a fickle leader of a volatile kingdom, where conniving skies cast intemperate clouds over my constitution.

I looked again at my new ring and in that moment all I knew, was that the greatest of adventures would be revealed in with you.

Champagne on our lips and desire on our minds and you can leave those painful memories behind and you can bring your hand to my heart as we kiss. There’s nothing else but us on nights like this.

How are you yet to learn? I don’t want grand gestures. I don’t want the world on a plate, the best life has to offer, material things or flashy gimmicks. I just want you with me.

Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.

Still, I wrote. Even when the police where coming. Even when my whole body hurt, and the slightest sound would make me quake.

Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and watch me spark like a match tossed to tinder.

With all these past fears still written on my skin, it bruises me to let you in. Trauma’s that this body holds, still guard these tactile lips untold.

I was told I could break free if I wanted to. That my wings would mend with time. But how can I mend a part of me that was never built to weather a storm?

Let me show you how words can make merriment from the most bitter melancholy. How words softly spoken, can heal even the most insidious of wounds.

But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.

Love is an ocean, trust is a ship sailing in that ocean and doubt is a hole in that ship, bigger the hole faster your ship will sink. 

Most important thing is to get rid of doubt. If you got doubt in what you’re doing it’s not gonna work.

I have no patience for anybody who doubts me, none at all.

When you’re feeling doubtful, remember that an idea set forth with hard work can create miracles.

Become your biggest advocate. Drop the doubts, fears and insecurities.

No one doubts you after you succeed. Everyone needs proof but you don’t. You know what you’re capable of.

Believe those who are seeking truth, doubt those who find it.

Don’t let anyone doubt or say that you can’t do something you know you’re good at. They may think they know best, but let that negative energy be your push to greater success.