Conjured by Sarah Doughty
“How can you not see that you’re the one
taking pieces of my broken heart?”
How can you say I’m the love of your life when time and time again, you choose someone else? How is it that I am always caught in your web, waiting for the moment you’ll discard me like a piece of trash?
How can you not see that you’re the one taking pieces of my broken heart?
© Sarah Doughty
2017
I refuse to be labeled by
your own insecurities.
“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.
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.
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
P. S. If you want to see for yourself what books I have to offer, find your FREE copies at your favorite retailer.
P. P. S. If you are interested in learning more about me, my books, and other various, important topics on a monthly basis, along with access to a free resource library of downloadable content, sign up for my newsletter.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
