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 Apr 2018 Stephanie
complexify
after all

we are temporary beings
living in a temporary world
surrounded by temporary things
and temporary souls

looking for eternal feelings

we are beings
looking for forever
in the ephemeral glimpse

looking under the shades of time
and through the mirrors of possibillities.

maybe we are going to spend our lives looking for forever until whenever.

maybe because
because we refuse to look at the right place forever.
does it make sense to you?
 Apr 2018 Stephanie
complexify
i've been living off cities
crossing busy streets
traces of neon lights
diminished and reborn
every single night

i've been yearning
off the pavements
of unnamed streets
the ghost towns
the unknown frowns upon me

an anonymous excitement
wanderous
magnificent
and persistent.

the whispers
of the calamity
and calmness
before the storm
worries
and
excites me

the constant
awareness
of dangers lurking
makes me hold you
your hand
tighter around my fingers

my mind spoke of nothing
but to fear
to protect
and to be brave
all at the same
second of it all
i love her, she's mine.
 Mar 2018 Stephanie
austin
Day by day
the rubber band stretches
more and more,
just a little bit more,
until one day, eventually,
perhaps unexpectedly,
violently,
it breaks.

Day by day,
behind my concrete face, my mind,
my rubber band,
immersed in tension,
drained,
yet saturated with pain

and when I thought no one cared about me
I saw you standing there
and it's all thanks to you
I won't go away today
Sitting in my chair in a blue room-
maybe it's a blues room,
with depression and despair

Sitting in my chair in a red room-
maybe it's  a red hot room,
with anger and seething

Sitting in my chair in a green room-
maybe it's a green eyed monster room,
with envy and jealousy

Sitting in my chair in a black room-
maybe  it's a black as midnight room,
with darkness and fear

too many chairs
too many rooms
too many colors

I'll be back you wait and see
gonna make it on my own

Next time it will be a WHITE room-
a bright white room,
with everything you could
never give me
i don't know
if i love you
as a man,
as a brother,
as a friend,
or as a human being
but i love you,
isn't that enough?

i don't know
if this love is
romantic,
platonic,
or even tragic
but i love you
and that's what matters.
A wise man thinks twice
And only acts once.
He asks several times
And accepts blames.

A wise man prays
And always waits.
He understands delays
And certainly never quits.

A wise man spits wisdom
And always seeks knowledge.
His thoughts aren't random
And is never associated with rage.

A wise man is very honest
He strives for perfection.
In everything, he does his best
All because he follows instruction.

A wise man is always a student
And loves to ask questions.
He's always willing to listen
And will at all times, ask for directions.

A wise man changes
They say,
His words and deeds he balances
At each and every step of the way.

IvanBrooksPoetry©️
Wisdom is better than silver and gold....only a wise man knows.
 Feb 2018 Stephanie
hypotheses
i look into a mirror
and two empty orbs stare back at me

who is she?
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