Heather Douglas poems

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I dare you to write a poem to/inspired by this picture

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Darkness surrounds her eyes, Like the ring enclosing her heart. Never knowing she could break it, with just one glimpse of her smile.

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The reason.

Tired, So tired. Tired that slips through your skin, Skims the bloodstream, And lingers deep in the bones. Why do I put myself through this, Week after week, turn after turn? It is the stage, That seductive tongue-laid mistress Whose oft-tredded scenes play at my heart strings, night after night. It is the Musical. The stories that sing, the roles that enchant, That will forever be my home.

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Number

I tried to call today, But message bank answered instead. Later I found you had canceled your number, Harassment was the cause.

Who harassed you? I’d love to know why? It’s been over 3 wks since we talked so it can’t be me. Or so I thought…..

How dare you tell others I harrass you! How dare you shame my name when yours is so dirty! Never darken my door, you delusional hussy! My life is better without you around.

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Missing wings

"We deeply regret..." How can your regret, no matter the sentiment or depth, replace the son who's mother will never hold him again? "Beyond reasonable doubt...." We doubt their deaths were reasonable. 227 souls, from 2yrs green to 79yrs grey, who will never grace God's blessed ground again. From kind Taiwanese and Malaysians to the rugged Aussie friends, joined by Canadians, Chinese, Americans and French. They now lay on the ocean floor, Their smiles we will see nevermore. A melting-pot of loved ones who now bless us from above, Goodnight MH370, rest in peace & be sure of our love.

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Barbed tounge

You hurt me today. You took my words and twisted the knife, You said I didn't give a fig about my life. Said "stop it, slow down, focus on your own time, your own things. Did you not listen? Did you not pay me the attention I deserve? No. You did not. You ripped and rolled me a new one. Took one statement and made it the nail in my coffin, the hidden Lego in the carpet of my night that my sensitive soul had so throughly avoided till your verbal spear. So, attack me. Take one mistook statement and use those words to create your misconstrued barbs of hate. I know you did not check your source. I will remain, enjoying my time and sharing my skills. Your dust will be long settled before I transgress from my task.

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Scandal

I’d I told you how I felt, Would you be surprised? Would your mouth drop and your brows rise, Or would it be expected?

If I told you what he’d done, Would you be devastated? Would you fight for my honor and call him out on his behavior, Or would you stay silent?

If I said the world needs to know, Would you stand by my side? Would you stay by my side, through the media and pain, Or would you avoid the scandal?

After all, who really wants a scandal?

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Picture

These pictures on my wall, in my camera, on my phone, lie.

These digital discrepancies will never show the truth that lies inside.

Do you know how your words cut?

Or how my heart bleeds?

How one terse look makes my world dark,

or one cruel gesture turns my knees weak?

The pictures on my wall only show the outside farce,

My pleasant mask.

The outside skin to the inside scar.

My inner dark.

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Sleep

Sleep is elusive. Hiding beneath eyelids, I am exhausted.

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Hello.

Heather here. My aim for this yr is to write at least one poem every day and post it here, then take your notes to improve. I hope, by the end, that I may have enough poems to publish. Thanks

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Brave

I was brave. Brave enough to smile at you, To ask your name, to say yes. I was brave. Brave enough to audition, To sing on the stage, to dance . I was brave. Brave enough to move out, To enforce the charges, to say what you did. But am I brave? Brave enough to love myself, No matter my size or my shape? Never.