Poetry

Tortuous Love

“But let me tell you this: she was never
supposed to be tortured for loving you.”

You’re always keeping her at arm’s length, but your eyes are never far away. You tell her how much you need her, but continue to pretend you love someone else. Your presence in her life is like a car wreck happening in slow motion. I don’t know if you are oblivious to what you’re doing, or if you’re dragging her through hell for your own benefit. But let me tell you this: she was never supposed to be tortured for loving you.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Be careful with how you handle
other people’s emotions.

On Writing, Random Thoughts

Q&A On The Muse

Heya Lovelies,

I’m often asked a series of questions that revolve around my muse and how my prose poems and books come into being. Over the course of the next several weeks, I’m going to shed some light on them in hopes that you’ll see a little deeper into who I am and all that I do.

If you find that the question of the week stirs your mind, feel free to comment with your own thoughts, or answer it for yourself. If you do the latter, be sure to link back to me so I can see it. 


Question:
How does it feel when your muse runs his fingers through your hair, resting his palms bare on your crown?

Answer:

My muse is androgynous, taking on the form of whatever is necessary to fulfill the task. But when it comes out, it’s a rather strange feeling. It’s like my intrusive thoughts cease and words from another mind begin to form in response to some form of stimulation (one or more of the five senses, sometimes including synaesthesia). 

In terms of poetry, I try to ensnare one moment and throw as much authentic feeling (including those senses) into it as I can. 

When I’m writing my fiction, I transcend myself and become whoever it is I’m narrating. As they go about their lives, my goal is to transcribe those events in as much detail as possible.

In doing so, I’m able to breathe. Because it’s both freeing and relaxing. And that’s something I can’t live without.

Until next time,
Sarah

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Poetry

Nothing The Same

“In the aftermath of you, everything’s changed.”

In the aftermath of you, everything’s changed. Every inhalation is made with care, as if I might catch what remains of your scent upon my pillow. The beats of my heart no longer hold the same rhythm, and they’re conducting a heartbreaking melody only my ears can hear. This deafening silence you’ve left in your wake has left me pining for another tune, but it never comes. So it’s here, in this ocean of sadness, that I begin to drown.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

I can no longer tell
the difference between
aftermath and nightmare.

Poetry

Seconds

“I feel it. Every place you ever touched me.”

I feel it. Every place you ever touched me. Every word you ever said. Every flash of a smile, and every glimpse of your eyes. It’s like a rush of every moment we spent together, happening in the span of seconds, over far too soon. And all I want is to feel you near once more.

But I can’t, and I’m back at the start, reliving the days when we were “us.”

© Sarah Doughty
2017

This is what it means
to miss you.

Poetry

Scripted

“I could see how she ate up every one of your lines.
Just like I did.”

Maybe it was all in my head, all those things you said to me. How you said them. How you looked at me. Like I was the only thing in your world that mattered. To me, it felt like everything else disappeared when we were together. We were happy then, you and I. At least that’s what I thought until I saw you with her. The same smile and look in your eyes as you told her how she was your world. And I could see how she ate up every one of your lines. Just like I did.

How could I have been so blind?

Or, maybe, you’re just that talented at lying.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Sometimes even the best intentions
turn out to be little devils in disguise.
It’s not your fault for not seeing the truth.

Poetry

Labels

“Don’t be defined by what you do.
Rather, be who you want to be.”

I am a mother, a wife,
a writer, a friend,
a survivor.
I am the earth,
and I am fire.
I am the wind
and the rain.
I am the moonlight
and the waves.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

Don’t be defined
by what you do.
Rather, be who
you want to be.

Poetry

Foreigners

“I feel like I’m trapped in a world
that speaks an entirely different language.”

This new reality of mine is so foreign that I feel like I’m trapped in a world that speaks an entirely different language. Not even my body can make sense of itself. And it hurts like hell to try and fail to understand what’s really happening to me on the inside.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

I know I’ll adapt soon enough.

Poetry

Haunted

“I wonder if you miss me
the way I miss you.”

On nights like this one, I look up at the moon and wonder if you feel the same sense of melancholic nostalgia. I wonder if you miss me the way I miss you. I wonder how often moments like these bring you thoughts of me. On this night, does my memory haunt you the way you haunt me?

Where frights and laughs are everywhere, on this night, my spirit is only with you.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

My spirit is always with you.

Poetry

Something New

“And the night we met, it didn’t take me long
to realize you were the love I was searching for.”

I spent my life looking for faces in a faceless crowd, unsure of what I was seeking. There was a familiar tinge of anxiety in the air and I could taste it on my tongue like rusty metal. When we spoke, there were no fireworks. No shouts sounding off in my head, saying, “That’s the one!” It was a slow build, you see. With every passing hour, I knew you were unlike any person I’d ever met. It was the start of something new. Something I never imagined. And the night we met, it didn’t take me long to realize you were the love I was searching for.

© Sarah Doughty
2017

If this is a dream,
I don’t ever want
to wake up.

Earthen Witch, On Writing, Random Thoughts

Why My Books Are Free

Heya Lovelies,

Even after all these years, I’m often asked why I don’t sell my books. Why they’re free.

Let me start out by saying every writer is different. They take a lot of time, countless hours to create their books, and they make their own choices on how they will share their work. And in turn, they may elect to charge a price for them.

There’s nothing wrong with that. I fully support whatever decisions they make, because it’s theirs to make.

But my answer is simple. I write because it helps me. It’s my therapy. I crave the creative process, the ability to unplug from life and become someone new. Marketing and advertising are added stressors that often leave me feeling overwhelmed, so the idea of throwing sales into the mix is, simply, too much.

Have you ever heard the concept of benefits should outweigh the complications? That’s exactly where the scales list in the wrong direction for me, negating the most important aspects of what I do.

My stories help me. Give me hope that my future might one day be better. Why jeopardize that?

On the other hand, readers may feel something similar. The escape for a reader may be therapy for them. And that shouldn’t come with a price tag.

Often, money is something that’s very precious to people, and not a luxury to spend. Especially now with our new post-COVID reality.

I don’t want money to stand in the way of someone’s escape. What use is it off they cannot read them? I want anyone who wants to delve into the world to have that opportunity. I want them to feel that escape, to enter that new world. And not worry how much money is left in their bank account.

Giving my books away is something I chose to do because I hope, maybe, they’ll touch someone like they’ve touched me. And everyone deserves that chance to see it. Feel it. Experience it.

Perhaps one day that will change, I don’t know. But for now, that’s why I do what I do, and will continue to give them away.

Until next time,
Sarah

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