Stephanie's Written Works

Upon Waking Such an irrational hope to search for a way to undo death nowhere in the world- can you find a place to cope happiness only comes when it has lost its stealth. What did you expect? that you can wake from death as if from a deep slumber death never has the desired effect but neither do you remember. Death is a dream we're always mistaking nothing is what it seems a dream we forget upon waking. ©Stephanie Minor 2008 Sign in to see full entry.

Desperate Longings The heart within aches for you but you are not here to soothe it's pain. These bleary eyes cry for you but you are not here to wipe away the tears. This soul shines for you but you are not here to see its light. These arms long for you but you are not here to give them something to hang onto. These hands come together in prayer for you but you are not here to know my good will. My hope dwindles for you because you are not here to give it strength. My life lives for you but you... Sign in to see full entry.

Life’s Not A Fairy Tale Once upon a time In a land so very far away They clung together Dancing under the starry sky. Loving every moment And cherishing every smile. Chasing the happy ever after Until they found themselves in a land not their own. Growing apart Distances traversed, Unwinding and rewinding Looking for what was before Mistaking hopes for true feelings It’s all in the eyes Closing gently Sleeping beauty Awaiting true love’s kiss Tender touch upon thy lips But does not awaken Life... Sign in to see full entry.

All Is Unkown What is it to believe in everything you see? The stars in the sky, to think that no one will ever die? What is it that has caused the deam in me to expire? Was it the thought of burning fire? Was it the sight of the blind or the failure to be kind? Maybe it was the thought of fear that will not disappear. All is unkown, and it will never be publicly shown. What is it like to find your way through every single day? The help of a friend, to learn how to fend? Was it the look in your... Sign in to see full entry.

A Pain Not Known Alone in her room she wrote a poem all the pain that was not yet her own. Hideous moments glorious nights she faced the darkness all alone lies are perceived and the truth still remains to be told. Is she able to solve all her problems alone? Why does her trained surface fail to disguise the things inside? Why can't her feelings she hide? A moment without the light that never fails to shine; (you never seem to consider its source) your life is a disaster, emotions run deadly... Sign in to see full entry.