Magnets

Magnets. They pull together. One is drawn towards the other. It is their nature. You hold the magnets just close enough, you can’t pull them apart. The draw is too strong.   We pulled apart.  It felt unnatural.  Sudden. Yet, the draw is there. You came back. I never left.   We tried so hard to move one, to live our lives apart. But now, … Continue reading Magnets

“Empty Bottles Full of Stories” by Robert M. Drake

The beautiful gift and curse of being human, to give and to take away. It is both a curse and a blessing to feel things so deeply. And too much of anything will always be too much for you to bear. Always. And all of us are terribly looking for ways NOT to shatter. And too often do we, as people, only appreciate someone once … Continue reading “Empty Bottles Full of Stories” by Robert M. Drake

Death

Death. The thing everyone fears. The end. The dark… I’m not afraid. I feel a connection To the blackness. This dark side of me Has no fear. I embrace it. I embrace sin. I’m connected to death. Death is a part of me. Every dark corner in the hollows of my mind Resembles death. Death is darkness. Darkness is death. Is fear. I’m numb. I … Continue reading Death

Run

Her hair flows behind her as she runs through the darkness.  Life hits her at every angle, but she continues to get back up.  Her body is covered in bruises, scrapes and scars.  Each mark from a hurtful word, a painful touch, a self hating thought… She still runs. Her body is weak, but her mind is strong.  She gets up.  She runs. What is … Continue reading Run

The Wind

This short poem is inspired by fall.  Fall is full of new beginnings, full of freshness.  As all of us head back to school, it really is an amazing opportunity to change and work on ourselves.  Just like the seasons, people can change to – for the better.   I need this. I want this. I’ve made mistakes, I’ve hurt others, hurt myself… But I’m … Continue reading The Wind

Anomaly

Weeks were slow, months were fast. Moments were quick, but memories won’t last. Time goes on, I grow older. Finding myself, becoming colder. Every thought is a key to my future, every step closer to who I am. I walk down the street, eyes follow and taunt. My style is different, temperament liberal. Anomaly is my second name. The capricious are uncertain, but have charisma. … Continue reading Anomaly