Blank pages, poetically empty, glowed beneath her pen. Not another word, she thought. I’ll leave you blank, innocent and pure. … More
How shall I define you? You are my reflection and my contradiction. R. A. Douglas November 22, 2015.
Students were finally gathering their belongings and filing out of the classroom. It was a clumsy, unorganized affair. The professor … More
Her eyes spoke her soul. Through them he felt her Falling in love. Her silence Spoke volumes more than words. … More
You’re only half here, yet you expect me to be whole. Relieve me of my mind. Let me play a … More
This love is dying, It’s losing its meaning. The feeling is fading, And I all I can think of is … More
Winds blow through leaves of yellow Hollow pumpkins stare, eyes aglow, and empty grins. Long gazes towards golden horizons as the … More