The One That Got Away

I am the biggest surpise you’ve ever had.

I am all that you never understood.

I am beauty that caught your eyes

I am thoughts that captured your mind.

I am the voice that soathes your heart.

I am gentleness that caresses your soul.

I am kindness that dissipates all your emotions.

I am sweetness that melts your manhood.

I am words that lift you up.

I am the strength that guards you.

I am the friend that stays beside you.

I am the trust that brought down your walls.

I am your example of unconditional love.

I am the ghost you called a memory.

I am all that you ever wanted.

I am everything you have ever needed.

I am the one.


R. A. Douglas

February 10, 2015.


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Then there was quiet
A peace.
An ease in my soul
A comfort I had forgotten the likeness of.
A heavy burden lifted off my heart
With the return of simplicity and grace.
And I thought to myself
If letting go of you feels this good
What was it that I held onto?
What once felt like my life and breath
Is now but a mirage.
It wasn’t you, but the pain I was addicted to.

R. A. Douglas
February 3, 2015.

Rain Dance

The downpour commenced
At the nick of time
Like the waters spilled over
Just for this rhyme
Caught me in the grace
Of an everlasting love
The beauty of His creation
Sent from above
Now the sidewalk my stage
The lamppost my spotlight
The thunder my drumbeat
As I twirl and spin into sight
Oh beautiful rain
Where have you been?
My heart’s sought your touch
Since we’ve last seen
Oh beautiful rain
It’s you and I tonight
Dancing to pitter patters
Til the last drop, til midnight.

R. A. Douglas
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July 27,2014.


Sweet Nothings…

You’re only half here, yet you expect me to be whole.
Relieve me of my mind. Let me play a different role.
You come in a million pieces.
Don’t wanna be a craftsman anymore
Putting myself together was more than I ever asked for.
Untangle your mind, unravel your secrets.
Undo your past by doing better in your present
Abandon your pains
Come with a clean heart.
I’d rather be held when you’re not falling apart.
This is not a compromise, Its not a right either.
Read between the lines; there’s a place for us, we’ll meet there.
When I started to believe in the unthinkable
You started acting like the rest, the easily predictable
What can I say? Must be the routine
Must be simpler to close the book than search for the unseen.
People tend to go
Where the river tends to flow
But it’s better to be imprisoned to myself than someone I can’t know
Who can tell of a tomorrow, or of the lifelong?
What’s to say this feeling won’t ever be gone?
When there’s no decision left to make; Right or wrong,
That’s when we realize that we’ve been falling all along.
Falling all along…

September 02,2013.
Roja Ariel Douglas


Images of Us

Time and time again reflecting on the tragedies
Broken hearted souls bleeding blue-inked parodies,
Rocking back and forth singing songs of the memories,
Never once forget, never ever lose the melodies.
Life, it is a song, once written all wrong,
Pouring verses into verses, into stanzas years long.
Ever wonder how the heart stings,
Writing what the voice sings,
Condensing what the mind thinks,
Just to hear the words ring?
Even voices won’t do justice to the pain and the agony
The man in his mind thunk thrice to make his symphony.
Wrote the songs as an outlet for the foul scented memories
And in your own life his songs become epiphanies.
Nodding, wondering what you could’ve done differently
Showing all too clearly that she drained you emotionally
But then is gone and this is now, lets not repeat the history
Your heart, soul, mind still hidden; such a mystery.
Luring in the dark like shadows in the night,
All I ever hear are those words you never write.
It’s been some years and the furthest I have come,
Is to know you still exist and that you leave me feeling numb.
We all do this sometimes, we never say if we care.
Walk away from the scene, from the things we can’t bare.
Portray an image so strong, standing sturdy and tall
Never letting one in to know the truth of it all.
The brokenness, the fear, the memories that haunt us.
The failures, the loss, and the people that taunt us,
Nothing seems to faze us, not their words or their status
But one thing for sure between us, is everything but trust.
Our heads held high, our smiles plastered on,
I’ll let the church bells chime, you blast your favourite song.
“Rolling with the punches” in our own unique ways,
And I won’t try deny, that I thought of you today.
But then I shrugged it all off, just like you would’ve done,
Believe me when I say its easier said than done.
And before the time arises, for this to spring forth
I buried in my heart, and commenced to head north.
I could follow my star, and should you follow yours too
If they lead us back to here, then we’ll know it’s me and you.
Meanwhile I’ll still be writing the letters I’ll never send,
If there are words left unsaid, mine will be here till the end.
This is how I smile, laugh, shout, cry and plead.
Instead of getting burnt I let my pen bleed.
I’ll leave my thoughts on paper, until I’m face to face with death
And I hope you never wonder, like I do with every breath.
Woulda, coulda, shoulda, never cut the chase.
Let’s live out lives on purpose, for regrets let’s leave no space.
Lets run our own races and not run them in vain,
Leave the rest to imaginations until we meet again.

R. A. Douglas
November 15, 2012.



The walls start caving in and there’s no way out,
My world is too crowded, too small for us all
I need to move on, and I need to get out
I need a place where none can hear me scream and shout.

R. A. Douglas
November 24,2014.


Us Against The World

“If it came without a fight it was never worth it. If it didn’t take hard work we’ll never appreciate it, and if we could easily have each other we wouldn’t want it. 
With every fight we become stronger. With every battle we get closer.
With every no, we demanded a yes, and in this life it’s us against the world. Us against the world.”
R. A. Douglas 
October 20, 2014.


Autumn Hearts

Winds blow through leaves of yellow

Hollow pumpkins stare, eyes aglow,
and empty grins.

Long gazes towards golden horizons as the world browns and burnishes around us.

Summer has come and gone,

Autumn rolls in with thunderous storms.

In the greyness of rains, and the orange of cloudless middays,

Your hand blankets mine.

Creating a warmth in a chill of the air,

Waiting for seasons to race by,

These autumn hearts by the crackling fire.

R. A. Douglas 
October 9, 2013.