Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Stephanie Mar 2018
oh! where did I go
slamming the door of regression
taking a step forth progression
I'd dive into the sense of thousand fears
knowing that it was a million tears
would go anyway
that's the only way
the road that's breaking
is the path I'm taking
my legs are now tired
but my will was fired
.... like the gun
no, not fun
it was an unending maze
of nowhere but craze
don't worry, I'll take care
all they would do is stare
as I was running
but realized, I'm not moving
did you ever tried to swim? move your legs, your arms, basically your whole body but no matter how you tried, you're not moving an inch. But worse, you're sinking.
--
what's the difference of trying hard and trying harder?
Stephanie Mar 2018
The leftover of wonders in my heart
remain silent for long
somewhat tranquilizes the ignorance
of pain, of death and of betrayals
but one day it'd turned out to be
something really indifferent;
a supernova of little drops of water
under the power of subliminal soul
explosion of glittery violet's and blue's
bringing you into the 5th dimension
of drastically beautiful disaster.
the leftover of wonders in my heart
remained silent for too long
.......
Stephanie Mar 2018
mornings are beautiful
it is a new bloom hope
from a pollen of a grim night
see the calming sunlight
it gives comforting warm
that sends off the last night's
lasting dreary of coldness
an epitome of rise after fall
today is a day so blessed
have a happy day :)
Stephanie Mar 2018
The night sky above...
Unreached by doves
a majestic sight
of incomparable light
twinkling dusts
of shimmering galactic blast
I wonder why
That this precious night sky
was so sadly underrated
even noticed, but rarely appreciated
I wished you give a minute
to take your eyes a treat
and you'll see that same night sky
I look at when all I've got is to cry
That is my eternal canvas
where hopes and dreams and lies was
scattered in nowhere of fair distances;
couldn't even remember the pieces.
my metaphor of life,
an infinite projection of blithe
so tonight, by chance, again
I'll watch my night sky then
hoping you did too
because my methapor of night sky is you
c e l e s t i a l | t h e r a p y
Stephanie Feb 2018
six years in the making
put a liter of tears and toil
cost a million minutes of stress
and thousands of sleepless night

                         All will gonna be paid off tonight

six tiring years in the making
friendships come and go
but treasured ones are my four girls
been there through smooth and rough, but now

                         All will gonna be paid off tonight

six difficult years in the making
great part is learning knowledge
but the best is gaining wisdom
and the highlights are the shared memories

                          All will gonna be paid off tonight

six years of almost quitting
reason to stop believing: not found
been on the edge of farewell
few more inches before

                          All are paid off tonight

six years of hard work
none will be in vain
all the tears and pain
will turn into a beautiful gain
                              
                         When all were paid off tonight. :')
Just had our toga pictorial! Can't wait for the big day! I'm being really emotional. Fighting!!
Stephanie Feb 2018
Did you ever did your best?
And hopes that it will do the rest
To hope for something,
To start believing
That you can and you will
That this time it's real
Start every day with bravery
And ends it with victory

                                  But oh, why this happened?

Where are the efforts you send?
It flown away into the wilderness of nowhere
Where are the time you borrowed
To pay the success of tomorrow
Where are the hopes you hope for?
Are they now the predators who roar?
The beast named failure choke your dreams
Once symphony, now screams
Bravery, victory; where are they?
Only pain and cries today

This is not how it supposed to be
But it's exactly what transpire in me
And so to lower the dose of pain, I'd tell you
Lower the expectancy rate too.
*sigh
Stephanie Feb 2018
You
This is a piece of crap
I'm writing random words my pen can't stop
Then I came to think of you
Haha! is there something new?
That I'm thinking of a person
Who's not thinking of me, not in any season
I entitled this "you"
So I'll get notified and it'll say, "someone liked you"
And so at least through this poem, you'll like me too
But how sure I am that you'll probably do?
Well, three points for being witty, I think that's enough for you to
this is very random but I hope it'll make you smile somehow
Next page