Inking

You’re still in my words, And at the tip of my pen Flowing blue ink like Streams of tears For … More

III.

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

He was afraid of her femininity. He had never met a woman who was beautifully satisfied with being a woman. … More

The downpour commenced At the nick of time Like the waters spilled over Just for this rhyme Caught me in … More

Time and time again reflecting on the tragedies Broken hearted souls bleeding blue-inked parodies, Rocking back and forth singing songs … More

Secrets in her eyes Her smile a disguise Dig deep beneath and find Her mind Tied in ribbons of pretty … More

I see compassion in your eyes, in your smile Love the way you think, the way you talk. How you … More

In place of the walls You brought down, she erected An iron fortress. R. A. Douglas July 23,2014