The seasonal passenger on the train on life, She entered, like a summer breeze, Laughed like sunshine, Loved like thunder, … More
Strumming my fingertips on top of the steering wheel I drive, Winding conscientiously past the Old Markham pubs. A drunken … More
How shall I define you? You are my reflection and my contradiction. R. A. Douglas November 22, 2015.
The walls start caving in and there’s no way out, My world is too crowded, too small for us all … More
This love is dying, It’s losing its meaning. The feeling is fading, And I all I can think of is … More
These are the results of what you left behind The days are long gone, and that me is hard to … More
Picture perfect we were. And pictures tell a thousand words, Most of them lies. R. A. Douglas July 30,2014.