Stephanie

Stephanie May 2019

ocd

walk on tiles
not on lines...

this must be just right here
that must be just right there

just few more millimeters
dang! rulers are life savers

walk on tiles
not on lines...

STUPID!

go back to the top!
right foot, left foot, stop

wash your hands, wash it clean
wash til it's bleeding clean

.PERFECTION.

walk on tiles
not on lines...

"hey, it's been a long time, how are you doing ..."

biiiiiiitch, why the hell she's standing on the crack!
blah, blah, blah, whatever boring small talk

hahaha yeah I'm fine :)

TAKE. A. STEP. BACK. NOW. DO. NOT. STAND. ON. THAT. EVIL. CRACK. YOU. DEVIL.

finally, I wonder why most of society
do not educate themselves well to act properly

walk on tiles
not on lines...

good job, self.
good job, self.

Imagine hearing that very very high pitch noise crippling the **** out of you whenever you or someone makes a one, single, minimal, mistake. That's cruelty.

#obssessive #compulsive #disorder

Stephanie May 2019

anxiety

one... two... three...
bright sky, nice dress!
'o hi there, my lovely friend,
your smile radiates today
pretty.

four... five... six...
get away off here!!
leave me alone,

cries and dies secretly inside
raining, storms, thunders,
fiery.

why are they laughing,
are they laughing at me?

glitches, palpitates and shakes
cold hands are slapping my face

who am I?
you. are. worthless.

seven... eight... nine...
shut the hell outta here!!!

evil laughs are screaming

'o hi there, my filthy, ugly other self
you're so stupid todaAaAay

hardly breathing

i bet no one loves you still ****
**** that hurts

head aches, cold sweating

ten... eleven... twelve...
stares at nowhere

--

"hey... hey, are you okay?"

"oh, yes! what is it again? :)"

one... two... three...

this is anxiety but written in whatever poetic words.

#anxiety

Stephanie May 2019

The Revival

How many times did she declared herself dead?
Maybe same as the number of stars above the night sky
In which she tell every pain she had before she forgets
How to really live rather than just to plainly breathe

The awakening has now come into her dreamland
She will be dressed as one of those shining stars
She is brave because God her out of courage.
Marvelous enough to bring revival to her soul.

She is a woman.
No other person shall build her
For she can do it herself
She is heaven-sent, a woman of God.

The way God brings comfort to thee,
Is through the shape of her.
She once forgotten her worth,
She is the revival.

healthy self, heal thy self.

#revival #start #afresh

Stephanie May 2019

sunflowers has yellow petals

of all the vibrant colors
yellow had been invisible to me
all the other had gone withered
but yellow breathe back life into thee
and I, a sunflower with a brown center
had never noticed the yellow in me
I am shining in the amidst of lonely winter!
my petals have endured strong winds
now I can see, I am stronger than ever,
no extreme weather shall defeat me;
for I am not just a flower
I am a mighty sunflower, I will not wither.

Proverbs 31:25

#sunflower #selfworth #selflove #healthy #self #heal #thy

May 2019

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 138: When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth

When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

Stephanie May 2019

00:58

bawat kumpas ng segundo sa orasan
ay may katumbas na inaantok na pagkurap,
biglaan naman ang pagbuhos ng ulan
marahil hindi na kinaya ng mga ulap
ang bigat ng dalahin nitong ulan

ang pagtangis ng kalangitan
ang sa akin ay nagpatahan

ako marahil ang kontrabida sa istoryang ito

patawad.

dahil hindi laging tayo ang bida
at sa kwento ng iba, tayo ang masama...

#filipino #poetry

Stephanie Apr 2019

along the rivers

along the rivers, there flows a magic melody
a wild lion hears it and it was calmed
a bird, who's happy and free, chirps with it
a deer drinks on its waters and it was relieved
but when you passed by, oh darling, it dies