You’re still in my words, And at the tip of my pen Flowing blue ink like Streams of tears For … More
Blank pages, poetically empty, glowed beneath her pen. Not another word, she thought. I’ll leave you blank, innocent and pure. … More
“XXL hoodie looming over me, casting shadows on our forevers past. I wore you once with pride, now like a … More
I hear the heartbeat of yellow roses, Spring, blissfully dancing her way onto centre stage. -R. A. Douglas (March 12, … More
Have you ever been frustrated with praying about something for a long time, and feeling like you weren’t getting any … More
How shall I define you? You are my reflection and my contradiction. R. A. Douglas November 22, 2015.