
Theodore Dembowski
The Lone Glass Of Merlot
I walked along until I reached the open field with blueberry patches. It has been 20 years since I first began this trip. Every year I come here to remember her.
Theodore DembowskiPublished a day ago in HumansEmpty Halls
The world leaves me behind As I stand alone in these halls They pay me no mind As their own life calls When is my time? When is my chance?
Theodore DembowskiPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Best Burger Ever
I danced with hunger for ten minutes in anticipation. The first bite, immediately satisfied me as the flavors danced upon my lips and into my mouth.
Theodore DembowskiPublished 5 days ago in PoetsDaydreaming of Eternity
I sit in my chair reading her text messages. Is it butterflies? Is it hunger? I am not sure. I met her on a dating app and she seems amazing. I am actually a little nervous to meet her. What if she doesn’t like me? What if meeting me ruins what we have built so far?
Theodore DembowskiPublished 5 days ago in HumansThe Dreamer: Chapter 5
The next class was science. Usually science was boring, but today was different. The teacher was talking about genetics and how all of your traits come from your genes. This interested Marc very much because of his ability. I wonder if anyone else in my family can see the future, he thought. Do they know they are going to die?
Theodore DembowskiPublished 6 days ago in FuturismThe Freedom of Running
It was brisk outside as I laced up my shoes, but I knew that I needed to get out there. There is nothing like a morning run to start off your day.
Theodore DembowskiPublished 8 days ago in MotivationThe Second, First Date
I was wearing my white dress, with the little pink flowers on it and puffy sleeves as I stood in the restroom at Charlie’s Bar and Grill, observing myself for the tenth time since getting ready. My date would be arriving in 15 minutes, so I wanted to make sure I looked perfect one last time. Touching my scar below my left eye, I wondered if I put enough makeup on to cover up the flaw. ‘Would he notice?’ Taking a deep breath, I gathered my new white Coach clutch off of the counter next to me. “You got this,” I whispered.
Theodore DembowskiPublished 9 days ago in HumansWords Like A Knife
Sometimes words cut deeper than any knife. Just as quickly, they can end your life. Words spilling out of your mouth, you better look out. The scars seep deep, as they continue to creep.
Theodore DembowskiPublished 10 days ago in Poets