I saw a Stone Lady looking my way
With her eternal grey eyes
She held a stone water jug
She was staring intensly at me,
So I asked,
Stone Lady, what hidest thou in thine unblinking stare?
To my utter amazement,
She replied,
Eternity,
You temporary thing.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
Her lips try not to utter a single word about you,
and her heart is restraining from letting you feel it.
So she hides your name in every poem she makes;
where there is freedom to say that–
your smile gives her warm,
the look in your eyes is her weakness,
your touch leaves verses,
and your presence is an embrace.
You are the beautiful idea of her poetry–
the reason behind her glee.
-Steph Dionisio, January 11, 2017
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC
I don't want to be fake
Two paths, I could take
I'm doing this for my sake
Which would be the better mistake?
The decision is mine to make
It's far from being a piece of cake
And a few hearts, I'm going to break
The decision will be made when I wake
When I have woken up
To the awful truth
That no matter what I do
My soul, I cannot soothe
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
The clock has run out of hours.
The ocean was beckoned by Poseidon.
The torn plucked berries of poison.
I was never going to be yours.
The gravity kept us grounded.
The roses bloomed till its death.
The clouds had finally wept.
I was left wounded.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
One need only look to the four winds
to find four frowns;
eight sad eyes
straining to see
through stained glass tears.
The man said "I die daily" but
he didn't have a constant stream of
status updates
to maintain.
I define myself daily.
Being special has
thus far
not protected me from
the unbearable weight
of today.
All of the analog cigarettes and
old fashioned daydreams
in the world
cannot save me now.
If I'm not seen
am I really here?
Heavy hearts and weary heads
reside respectively in the chests and on the necks
of everyone I encounter.
The gas station attendant
feels empty and
is bereft of a sense of irony.
The world ends
not with bang OR whimper,
but
with a deep and baleful sigh...
with a deep and baleful sigh...
with a deep and baleful...
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
I didn't think danger had a face,
I saw you and I saw red beauty,
Plump, ripe lips,
My strawberry kiss,
You taste just like chaos feels.
You sold yourself sweet,
Red beauty,
In every book left unread,
The only thought in my head.
I could never find a warm lover,
In eyes, cold as these tombstones
Which we now embrace.
Sunsets asphyxiate skylines,
Tear lines, fate lines,
I think God wanted to see his favourite fall
Tantalizing fruit, stains like wine
On the mouth,
There is red beauty in a kiss,
And angels aren't so kind,
But neither are you.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
She was nature, beautiful
But deadly, her cheeks as
Scornful as a rose, the smile hid
The thorns underneath.
Her presence though unseen,
Could be felt, like the sun's warm
Breath on bare winter skin.
She led him somewhere secret
As the night lures the stars,
As clouds gorge on the
Fragile light of the moon.
Over the crumbled bodies
Of leaves, into the alien
Land of tranquility.
When he woke, hands burning,
There was nothing left to see.
Only a faint feeling glistening
In the air, a failing heart and
A tongue full of dreams.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
She drinks every night until the last drop hits her tongue
this is where she leaves out that door
As I run towards her I trip and fall scraping my knee on the wooden floor
She runs after me picking me up and carrying me to her room placing me on the bed quickly running after the rubbing alcohol and the band aids with the pretty pink princesses
I hold my knees together not wanting to be touched
she shouts
"suelta" (Let go) and pulls my arms apart,
her hands are as soft as cotton
"Esto no va doler" (This won't hurt)
I cry from the top of my lungs
she lied
It hurts
She unwraps the pink princess then wipes the tears running down my cheeks
She tells me
"Mirame" (look at me)
I can hardly see her pass the water gushing from my eyes
She says "Vas a estar bien mija"
(You're going to be okay my daughter)
Her eyes are swollen
burning red
Her complexion is pale
she has not slept
Her hands placed over my legs are as cold as
ice
She's wearing the same clothes from yesterday evening
She wraps her arms around my waist
Slowly leaning over
She says,
"Te Amo"
I love you
I can smell the red wine
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
I'll give you till the count of six.
One.
Now run!
Two.
Go *****
Three.
Let me be!
Four.
There's the door!
Five.
While I'm still alive!
Six.
Please stay, I love you.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC