Amber Drake

Something in your voice disturbs meThere’s too much hope in itA hope for words I’ll never sayA longing for me to answerThat unspoken question in your eyesA yearning for a promise I’ll never giveWon’t give and can’t giveFor promises are only madeSo they may be brokenAnd I hold you too dearTo ever cause you such pain

I can only stare at you, stunnedStruck momentarily deaf and dumbBy your sudden betrayalA cold, dark tidal waveRushes toward me, drowning meIn a sea of wounded rage All those declarations of loveWere all deceitful liesDesigned to make me trust youTo open up my heart to youI believed you truly loved meBut you only wanted my body Now you tell meYou never really loved meI try to disbelieveIn what…

Black asphalt glimmering wetlyLike an upended night skyThe yellow glow of street lampsInduces a false sense of securitySteel capped stiletto heelsClicks on the asphaltAs she walks down the deserted streetsShe tries not to hurryAnd to look cofidentBut she hears the footstepsThat accompany her ownFollowing herSometimes she thinksShe can hear heavy breathingSomewhere close behind herBut every time…

You used to use me Lovingly Painstakingly letting Your feeling flow In chicken scratch Hieroglyphic Poetry and prose Your heart poured out upon the page Your hopes and fears exposed Letters written Prayers conveyed Plot and character composed Now I lie neglected Forgotten and rejected As I watch you tap out The words that once were mine Perhaps one day you’ll remember The way it…

I want to believeBut I lost my faith a long time agoIs there really such a thing as love?All I see is hypocrisyA shameless masqueradeYou pretend you really love herWhen in truth you only care about yourselfYou live in a material worldEverything revolves aroundThe Great God MammonNothing else mattersYou pretend to love herWhen what you want is reallyAnther mommy substituteTo cuddle and please and…

Floating slowly down the riverFollowing its gentle flowSky is covered by a lace workLeaves and branches hanging lowSunlight flickers through the green leavesSeems like magic, makes time slowBrings to me the bliss of childhoodNever lost because I knowHow to save this precious momentBathing in its golden glow I first published this poem here September 3rd, 2024.I have a bipolar 2 disorder, which…

     I went out drinking last night. When I got home around 4 am I discovered I had run out of cigs, so I went to the gas station nearby to buy some more.     On my way back I suddenly experienced this incredibly odd feeling of the world being yanked sideways and down at the same time – it was disorientating and rather nauseating – then it jerked back into place, as if it had been attached to me…

Genre: Dark humour, fantasyContent warning: minor character death I live at the top of a tower in an enchanted forest. I have lived here all by myself for my entire life.      Well, I’m not all by myself; I have my cat, the bats in the attic, and sometimes Percy drops by for a visit.      Percy is a big dragon who lives in a cave at the top of a mountain nearby. It’s not a dark and dank and…

A Matter of Style or Death – or: definitely NOT pretty in pinkGenre: Dark HumourContent warning: character death Infernal chimes drag me brutally out of my blissful sleep. It takes me a few seconds to realize it’s not Hell’s Bells I’m hearing, but the doorbell.     I fumble around on the bedside table for my glasses, muttering grumpily to myself – shitty, unstylish, student type glasses, I…

     He comes to me at night, while I sleep. It’s always the same: I’m awakened by a sound down the hall, and I just know he’s home again. He walks slowly down the corridor towards our bedroom in the back. His feet make that distinct shuffle-drag sound; he has a stiff left knee, the result of a childhood accident.     I just lie there in the bed, unable to move and curiously void of emotion, as…

Switch on the TVJust sit back and enjoyAnd let the madmen winAnother round with their ployLet them abuse our worldLike a spoiled child its toyWhy bother to careWhen you can justSit back and enjoy…

This book is now live on Amazon in paperback format.I have a poem called The Magician in it. amazon.com/dp/B0G3L4P4D1

Mirror, mirror on the wallWatch the mighty rise and fallNeither words nor deeds of menCan make their wrongs turn right againMirror, mirror as you fallTo shatter the lies of them allNot a single of their fine words canBlind us again to their sham

My poem Reflections was published today on Poetry for Mental Health as part of This Week’s Featured Poetry.https://www.poetryformentalhealth.org/

I wake upWith this strangeSensation in my stomachIt takes a whileBefore I realizeI’m being tickled byThe dragon in my bellyHe’s changed colourFrom blue to pinkHe’s excitedlyFluttering his wingsA goofy grin on his faceThat is when IRecognize the feeling:Oh, no! Not again!

Freed from the shackles ofThis world’s everyday realityShe soars effortlesslyThrough the Emerald GateTo tread the unmarked pathsThrough the mist of the OverworldThe silvery guide-lineUnraveling behind her. Respectfully she greetsThe discorporeal beingsShe encounters on her journeyShe gathers their adviceTo contemplate on her return.Following the guiding silver lineShe leaves the tranquil mistsAnd…

Eyes are the mirror of the soul it’s saidSo I stare into my own eyes in the mirrorTo see if I can find my soul reflected there I see myself reflected endlessly in myselfAnd I wonder:Which one of us is the real one? There are so many reflectionsSo many aspects of the truthSo many masks to wear and discard I’m scratching the surfaceDigging through accumulated layers of dirtTrying to claw my way…