Biography of Jacqueline Dougherty
I'm an Army brat so I've moved everywhere (just about) .Born in Stony Brook New York and I now reside in Upstate New York and I am a senior in high school (yay!)
Passions: Poetry, music, books, plays, dance, crafts, violin, tennis, movies, writing, animals, learning.
Jacqueline Dougherty Poems
Memory Of You
You are but a memory to my dear heart that dwindles as each day passes me by.
Always worrying about others and not yourself you miss the qualities you lack so you put us down. The bitter words sting as you pour the salt on the wound not caring that you are hurting others in the process.
Such cruelty is faced day by day and though I face it, it is taken gracefully. Though you push me and spit in my face, I simply just go onward, day by day.
Difficult To Rebuild
Is it safe to say that what we once know is no longer fact? That the belief itself is abolished by one simple phrase?
Alone, she sits in the dark with her heart in her hands as the tear drops cleanse the wounds. She cries.
Do It Yourself
Day in and day out I work hard to keep you happy and off my aching back for once and yet.....
Hold On And Keep Smiling
Hold on fast to what's now. Don't let it slip through your fingers but keep a steady grasp on the line because today's fish is strong
Her Once Beautiful Life
Her smile is bright, her eyes tell a story of a once beautiful life. Once, long ago,
It's no wonder why I have to hide all my feelings deep down inside
My Dreams (Second Part)
As I stood there looking at its might, at the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of light. I looked but saw nothing there, so I strode up to the castle fair.
My Dreams (First Part)
I'm a dreamer and you can ask my friends, because, for me, my adventure never ends. Some end up as deja vu, while some become a dream come true.
I'm so lost in this desolate land I wander aimlessly to find a place Frantically I search and search, but nothing. I stumble over the twigs and trip in the sand
Sometimes we just don't understand that maybe there is more at hand.
Final Forever Farewell
Is this a game to you? This must be for that's how you come across to me. All you ever do is try to control me when this has two sides. Can't we be on the same page and lead on together?
How Could One?
How could one not savor Love in its existence?
How could one not taste its sweet fruit?
How could one not feel the warmth it gives off?
How could one regret the greatest gift on earth?
How could one be blind to its effects or ignore its strength?