Doubt

There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills.

Lots to say

There's a lot I wanna say, but I will not.

But it occurred to me that I had this lingering thought in my head and it goes: "Religion is a way of controlling people".

So I question, what if religion is a way of cotnrolling people? A way of preventing people from enjoying life. Words are artifical and by that I mean what is right and what is wrong is artificial.

So here's a question for the readers. What if religion was a plan made up by a demon (whom we presume to be this mighty being)? And this "afterlife" we know is a place where our souls go, a place where we meet this demon whom would devour our soul.

Religion's real.. right? So what I say is real.. right?

Confused

I'm confused.. and when I look back.. I realise I'm the reason I am confused.

I'd like to say sorry.

Poems

Poems.. are a form of expression.
To me.. A poem is a feeling, something you're passionate about.
It doesn't have to be just passion.
One word's a poem. As long as it has meaning to you and you only.
Every word has its beauties.
English limits this. I can't explain, but it just does.

Tree

 

Notice anything in the last picture?