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 Apr 2016 Steff
john shai
Doth yonder there on the facebook page
The saddest of people are in the happy cage
Where life is a mirage in paradise spent
And beauty is word **** from a friend sent

Oh my what's the news today?
If seen and forgotten it is hearsay

Doth here on hello poetry
The saddest of people are free to be
Where life is the search for beauty's treasure
And beauty is the truth wrapped in leather

Oh my what poetry today?
If felt
             strikes all pain away
 Apr 2016 Steff
Quisha
The Purge
 Apr 2016 Steff
Quisha
The truth you tried to hide from me
Had to hear from my heart that cried to me
Neither of us thought I, good enuf
And my heart would not face, your face
To hear as much.

The truth I could not hide from you
Felt like I had lied to me
Not much less you
For far too many a sun rise.

That I could want any less than all of you
What other reason do I need to ask to be with you
Put simply, I crave the smell of you,
Or how painless life is when I'm with you?

And so I pour all that passion, cardimom and care for you and our union
Into the arms of another
Who will inevitably get crushed under the weight of such power and clutter.
To early seen unknown and known too late,
Was meant for no purpose but you.
 Aug 2015 Steff
Rapunzoll
Infinite
 Aug 2015 Steff
Rapunzoll
You dream of someplace
where the men have better
reasons for calling and you
no longer feel so alone.

Where the sun shines
without the inevitability
of the rain, where the skies
aren't blackened by the
smoke of his cigarettes.

You'll exhale the fresh air,
and you won't remember
the colour of his eyes or the
scar above his left brow.

You'll forget how he
smirked when you said
that you loved him.

You're moving on, the
past will no longer suffocate
you with the fragrance of
its cheap perfume, you'll
learn to count the days rather
than to tick them off.

One day you'll step
forward without looking
back and you'll realize
you are infinite and he is
just a glitch in time.
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 Aug 2015 Steff
Rapunzoll
There are parts of me that
lay unrested - they are ghosts
in hallways, they are smoke
suffocating in locked rooms.

Sometimes I can feel
myself fading and it takes
all I have to pull myself
back from the abyss.

I'm walking on ice, yet
to find a stable foothold in
life seems unprecedented.

I still haven't learnt when
my hands began writing
rather than shaking.
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 Aug 2015 Steff
Dark n Beautiful
Wallace Stevens

Although you sit in a room that is dark
Except for the outdoor patio light
And texts frantically
on your phone
Or biting your lower lip
Letting yourself bleed
Or gazed at the door
with the rusty hinges locks of love

Or with one finger you fumbled
With the bobby pins in your hair
with the wavy side up

What is all this?
Benjamin Rabbit and the stranger danger

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gray-room
 Aug 2015 Steff
Ysabelle
I am starting anew,
A battle without you.

I know for sure,
*I'll win this too.
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