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Stephanie Frank Apr 2017
Dinners under the chandelier
Meaningless chatter and happy laughter
The delicious smell of quesadilla
Drifting through the air from the counter

Grandma rocking in a corner
Little ones sparked before her
Marveling at her skill with the needle
Entranced by the music from Grandpa's fiddle

Stories by the moonlight
Folktales by the fireplace
Connecting dots with the starlight
Losing track of time in space

She never knew the word 'pain'
Then she felt the pain of death
Till the betrayal of Cain
Till she craved the high of ****

Now pain is all she knows
Pain in all forms and doses
Be it through bullets and blows
Or even the thorns of roses

She's grown so used to it
It's started to feel normal
She's grown so accustomed
Without it she's incomplete

As she sits near the cliff's edge
She dares to think of happier times
As she uses her foot as a wedge
She remembers the oven clock's chimes

She remembers mama's cookies
Her favourite was chocolate
She remembers papa's banters
And Nana's beliefs in fate

She recounts Grandpa's pipe
His delicious mixed smells of tobacco and old person
That must be where the crave started
Her crave for the high of forgetting

As the nostalgia washes over her
She dares herself to cry
She removes her footed wedge
And begins to fly

As she flies she feels nothing
Only an empty fortress
A fortress filled with echoes
Echoes of happiness
So here it is, my first piece this year. Hope you like it. Tell me what you think.
Stephanie Frank Apr 2017
Don't judge a book by it's cover
The saying is true
Don't judge me till you know me
Or know what I've been through

This book you judge
Holds more than you see
Don't just react
Based on what you feel

I've experienced a lot of things
Both good and bad
Some made me happy :)
Most made me sad :(

I've let people get to me
People that don't really matter
But I believe
It will all turn out for the better

They say people's experiences make up their characters
Some can be changed, others cannot
It all depends
On how deep you've gotten

I've gone really deep
And don't know how to get out
So if you want to help me
Pray for me, love me
But don't judge me
So, I wrote this when I was still exploring my poetry so please forgive any mistakes or amateurism. My poetic juices haven't exactly been flowing much lately so enjoy this throwback. New stuff coming soon. And yes, Chris Brown's 'don't judge me' was an inspiration
Stephanie Frank Dec 2016
The next three words he wants to say
I never thought he knew
But I've always waited for this day
I guess dreams do come true
Stephanie Frank Dec 2016
The next three words he wants to say
I never thought he knew
But I've always waited for this day
I guess dreams do come true
Stephanie Frank Dec 2016
As the music reached its ******
And my soul reached a crescendo
My heart wanted to relax
But my body pleaded an encore
Stephanie Frank Dec 2016
Love me like you do
Love me in the dark
I will love you too
Even when you lack

Love me everyday
Love me every way
And when my heart strains
Love me once again

Love me in the fire
Love me in the air
Love me till you tire
That's the day I fear

Let that day never come
If anything should come let me be the one
Till all life is through
Love me like you do
Stephanie Frank Dec 2016
He played piano on my black buds
Played harp with the locks
Played flute on the button
Made sweet music with my soul
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