Shelter Me

My only power is my greatest weakness Although I hide my pain inside this fragile fortress I give myself completely to anyone and everyone Who come strolling down the path into my heart. Past the blindness of the gargoyles that I built To watch over all that makes me vulnerable. Through the walls of clay... Continue Reading →

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"Stop telling me not to burn bridges. Some bridges are meant to be burned; some roads are never meant to be traveled again." Dr. Steve Maraboli

Wishes And Dreams

Heartstring Eulogies

“I don’t know why, but when I met you,
I knew my dreams would come true.”

I don’t know why, but when I met you, I knew my dreams would come true. Because you were only the beginning. Those dreams were everything I hoped my life would become. It took a long time to find you, and living taught me how important it is to dream. To hope. And in those dreams, I was taught how complicated, beautiful, and important it is to keep dreaming, to keep pushing higher. So thank you for being the catalyst that sparked the fire that fuels my soul.

© Sarah Doughty

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The Outlaw

Born of blood and raised on violence, the life of a rider it was all that he knew.   He was an outlaw of course. The rabid son of Harley Davidson, living life faster than the law allowed.   Death had begot him and he begets murder in turn. A temper hot as the sun,... Continue Reading →

Flowers and such…

When the road winds back on itself, And if I find the very same face of disappointment Staring bleakly from the rock in which I carved it, I come to the realization: My heartaches are my own, I as much a part of my world as it is a part of me. The bitter taste... Continue Reading →

Man In The Mud

Clawing my way upward through the mire the thought of a fresh breath becomes a frantic yearning as each hopeful inhalation further fills my airways with muck. I want to quit, I have no more strength to continue. No matter how hard I struggle it seems I will never reach the surface, at least not... Continue Reading →

Running From Myself

Although I travel a thousand miles in a day, when I reach my destination I find myself waiting in desperation. Wherever I am I suppose I will always be me, no matter how much I wish to be someone else. At home I found the struggle to be more oppressive, and more hopeless, but it... Continue Reading →

Dack

If ever a machine was truly unhappy, Dack Ordee was that machine. His remotely humanoid build allowed him the ability to squat in the shadows of the barn in which he hid. But it was uncomfortable and Dack knew he looked ridiculous. He hated the way his rusty joints squeaked and ached when he sat.... Continue Reading →

"The thoughts attached to the real desire of the seeker will lead us to him and him to us." - Anonymous poster found on a Parisian wall circa 1622

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