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.

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

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

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.