Poetry

Existence

“But I knew,
I would never be good enough
to deserve your love.”

You existed only
in my broken dreams.
The realm where
all my aspirations
went to die.
You were the one.
You always were.
I loved you with
everything I was,
and all that I am.
But I knew,
I would never
be good enough
to deserve your love.

© Sarah Doughty

I would ruin you.
And I couldn’t carry that weight
on my shoulders.

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Poetry

Behind The Mask

“I wanted to know the real you.
The one behind the mask.
And I couldn’t help myself.”

You were a mystery to me. A puzzle I couldn’t help but want to solve. And it called to me. Beckoned like a lost lover. I needed to know more. I needed to know the darkness that hid behind your eyes. The strength you carried in your shoulders, as if you knew how to carry the weight of the world with ease. I wanted to know the real you. The one behind the mask. The one that wanted to keep secrets. And I couldn’t help myself. Through the smoke and mirrors, I needed to know you.

© Sarah Doughty

Why is it that the riddles
are what pulls me in the most?

Poetry

Our Chances

“I knew our chances.
And yet I still wanted you.
I still needed you.”

I knew our chances. I knew the stakes. How the odds were always working against us. How distance was more than just a physical obstacle. I knew that loving you would lead to a broken heart. But my walls crumbled down and I fell for you anyway. And I knew. I knew that you and I becoming us was nothing more than a dream — a want. A desire. I knew. And yet I still wanted you. I still needed you. To me, nothing else mattered.

© Sarah Doughty

I played the lottery
and I won the jackpot.

Updates

Indie Blu(e) — Kindra M. Austin

Kindra M. Austin is one of those writers that can send tingles up and down your back with just a few words:

I can’t drive past
a dead animal splayed
and stinking on the side
of the road in the summer heat
without thinking of you….
[Dreadful]

She’s also one hell of a friend.

Her biography, and a listing of her published books, can be found at Indie Blu(e). So be sure to check it out.

~ Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Freedoms

“All logic and reason escaped me.
Because all I wanted was you.
And I couldn’t bring myself to care.”

And I felt it in my bones. The beat of my heart matched the hammering of your footsteps on the cool concrete. And I listened to your soles crunching the gravel beneath them. In those moments, as you came towards me, I felt free. Open. Like nothing in the world could stop us. Like you were the only thing I would ever need. Like not even oxygen would sustain me. All logic and reason escaped me. Because all I wanted was you. And I couldn’t bring myself to care.

© Sarah Doughty

Loving you set me free.

Updates

Indie Blu(e) is Recruiting Member Authors

Indie Blu(e) is such an exciting
new site dedicated to
Indie writers and their books. 

Yesterday, you read about
a call for readers and reviewers
for writers of Indie Blu(e).

Today, I’m sending out
a call for writers.
Indie writers.
Are you wanting to join
this community
and make a positive change?

Head over here and get started.

~ Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Still In Love

“I just want you to know,
wherever you are,
a part of me still loves you.”

I just want you to know, wherever you are, my thoughts still drift to you. In the night, I sometimes find myself reaching out to you. And I can’t help but wonder if you’re doing the same thing. Sometimes, as if you are right next to me, I feel you. Like you’re a magnet. A compass, drawing me home. In some ways, I suppose you still are. Connected to me in spirit. Walking by my side. Looking up at the same moon. Feeling the same warmth in the summer night air. Laughing at each other’s jokes. Just enjoying the company of one another. There are moments, when I wonder about you. If you’re happy. If you think of me too. And, though our time ended so long ago, I remember you. I miss you. And god help me, but that part of me that knew you so well still loves you.

© Sarah Doughty

Sometimes, when I dream,
it’s about a life without you in it.

Updates

Help Wanted: Book Reviewers for Indie Blu(e)

Indie Blu(e) is such an exciting
new site dedicated to
Indie writers and their books. 

As many independent writers know,
reviews and exposure mean the difference
between having their books seen
or having them fall into an oblivion
of millions of other books.

Let’s work together and help them
stand out a little brighter.

Click here to learn more about
Indie Blu(e) and how you can help.

~ Sarah Doughty

Poetry

Hopes And Losses

“For all that was lost,
and all she hopes to be,
she’s still fighting.”

For all that was lost, all that was found, and all she ever hopes to come, she knows how to live. How to survive. How to outlast her demons. How to thrive to the best of her ability. For everything she never had, for everything she will never have, and for what she has accomplished, she’s still grateful for all the strength she’s gained. She’s still fighting. She doesn’t know how to surrender. Because a warrior’s blood flows in her veins.

© Sarah Doughty

She is me. She is you.
She is the part of us
that wants to keep breathing.
And she won’t go down
without a fight.

Updates

Sneak Peek: A Review Of Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I

Candice Louisa Daquin was kind enough
to give everyone a sneak peek review
at what awaits within
Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.

If you imagine a group weaving a disharmonious double-jointed vision together, using their blood as dye, you may come close to revealing the proffered mouths of these voices. In Birds & H e a r t sra’ahe khayat writes; “we’re not humans without h e a r t s / but hearts without bodies, / being fed to strange birds.” In this simple statement they identify the drifters dilemma when exposing oneself to the elements, the risk of losing one’s skin is ever present and it is this risk we find the courage and horror of our fellow humans, though we may have long given up hope of being understood, we share as much through pain as joy, and are less alone and this is the beauty of poetry. “Every time I get sober, / someone else / dyes / black / my hair.” (Funeral Trumpets, by Kindra Austin). . . .

To read the rest, click here.

I am honored to be a part
of this anthology and I cannot wait
for you to see it!
~ Sarah Doughty