Cameron

It is peaceful here The soft ground littered with pine needles The pines reaching up into the darkened glade Foreboding, until you enter And it seems that you are swallowed ...

Let it drown away the pain Nothing can harm me from behind this wall This invisible barrier Them foes strike feebly at it b-b-but it cannot touch me My eyes ...

I sit at the dinner table in a room bedecked in age old history Time is a frenzied whirlwind in my ears Tearing past, blurring colors and shapes in its ...

It begins in the depths of your core A rising A gathering of passion beyond description Cresting forth in an arch A tingling in the fingers That cannot be ignored ...

* Is it true what you've said about love? ** Trace your fingers across the line of her jaw, up her hairline and touch her quivering lips As her breath ...

Just out of curiosity...Why did you abandon Christianity?

Wow...maybe a little bit of touching up here and there...but otherwise there were some beautiful stanzas. Way to use imaginative metaphorical verses to get the point across. Well done.

Sounds to me like you might be venting...but I guess for the majority of writers (myself included) poetry is used as a means to channel emotion in a productive way. ...