A little indulgence...

Poetry, for me, is like chocolate. Especially if it is gushy, heart felt, love poetry.  I am a sucker for a sappy poem.  Sometimes I can get into the angsty poems or other stuff, but mostly cheesy and sappy and mushy and gushy is what I go for.  Basically thats the kind of poetry I write also. 

I don't have my poetry for the moment, as I lent it to a friend and have yet to get it back. But I do have some.  Mostly this is indulgence for myself, but I hope you like it.

My Psalm (clever name right, refer to 2 Nephi 4:17-35)

Nobody is perfect.  I know that I'm not.
I sin everyday.  Transgressions: I have a lot.
My soul bears my sins.  My sorrows and fears.
I cry to my lord and hope that he hears.
I wish I was different.  I don't always do my best.
I feel inadequate when I see all the rest.
I wonder how he can love me when he sees what I have done.
Him, our awesome God, who has a perfect son.


He gives me everything. I'm so blessed.
To call him father, and hear his words professed.
My home, my parents, and my siblings dear.
He gave me them so I will have less fear.
He's always near, pouring out gifts.
He helps me through trials, gets me through rifts.
I love him more than air, for what he's done for me.
I know I can do better, no more a sinner will I be.


I can't be perfect, that I know.
But I will try my best, and my love for him will show.
I hope to bewith him again, not fearing that judgment day.
I will do better, so that I can truthfully say:
I've done my best and I love you,
I want to be home, please let me back through.
For now, I will praise my omnipotent God.
No more sins, no unrighteous thoughts.


I'll trust in you daily, I'll love with all my might.
You've given me senses, my touch and sight.
You've always been near, I'll alway believe.
You've carried my sins, my burdens relieved.
I rejoice to know how much you've given me.
I live for you. I'm your daughter, now I see.
I know you will always love me, no matter how bad. 
I'll always love you, for you have made me glad.

One Last Kiss

You must understand,

this is hard for me,

to love just one man,

I'm trying, can't you see?

My infatuation for some,

means nothing in my mind,

our love makes me numb,

it's what I was trying to find.

Am I the one you want?

There's no one else you'd want to date?

Othe girls can flaunt,

yet you don't take the bait.

All of a sudden it's over,

I wasn't expecting this.

I thought you were my four leaf clover,

I didn't even get one last kiss.

You ripped my heart out,

and tore it apart.

Is this what love is about,

stupid break ups and a broken heart?

So longing and sad,

I hate feeling this,

you hurt me real bad,

without even one last kiss.

Untitled as of yet (not sure what to call this one, suggestions are welcome)

I wish you were here,

to see this sun.

I wish you were near,

then we would become

So much more than we are,

because to tell you the truth,

we haven't come very far

and aren't exactly fool proof.

{This is stupid, this game,

that neither will win.

It doesn't even have a name,

but it's sharp as a pin.}

I doubt, in ten years,

you will remember my name.

That's been one of my fears,

and I hope you feel the same.

But not knowing might be best.

It won't hurt us enough

to leave a hole in our chests,

just enough...to be enough.

[3rd stanza is not my favorite, I might omit it. What do you think?]

That's all for now.  What are your indulgences? I'd like to know!

(Katrina Marie)