As I Began To Love Myself

“As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody if I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.

Monday, September 22, 5:30am

5:30am. I love this time of morning.  Charcoal painted sky with tints of lavender; light blue popping through the height of the sky, and for today especially, white pillowy clouds crafting a space to cheer in the brightness of the baby blue morning.
What peace my heart feels. I reach out the window and touch the branch dancing in front of me—I pull her towards my face and let her delicate leaves brush softly against my skin. She smells of the brightest morning—a special gift, no doubt, from my favorite Artist, my favorite Creator. The street lamps still lit, stand tall offering their condolences to the nostalgia I slept with so many nights, but today I seek no comfort for the dreams that haunted me. Today, I reach past the window and feel the future of my life: fresh, green and tangible in each hand.
Each car that passes, no longer bears a memory—now, each car holds a new idea, a startling endeavor, an adventure unfolding.

The Poet’s Song

She Knows

What was it like for him to love you?
Like a diamond studded red carpet dream—
exploding all at once, in front of me.

What did your brain feel?
Safe. Protected. Secure. The lucky one.

What did your heart feel?
Desperate. Confused. Scared. Pretend.

A Dangerous Song

Becoming

A Game In Love

You never said my name.
You never said my name.
You never said my name.

You always called me Baby.
You always called me Baby.
You always called me Baby.

How many other times
did you say Baby?
Before, I was your Baby?

How many names
did you forget,
before we met?

She was never crazy…

..she just didn’t let her heart settle in a cage.
She was born wild.. and sometimes
we need people like her.
For it’s the horrors in her heart
which cause the flames in ours.
And she was always willing to burn
for everything she has ever loved.

– R.M Drake

All people dream, but not equally.

Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous
people, for they dream their dreams with open eyes,
and make them come true. —D.H. Lawrence

I Don’t Remember