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Oct 2018 · 285
Stephanie Frank Oct 2018
Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud
He trudges forward feet soaked in mud
Eats your brains, lips glossed with your blood
Sorry, that's not how this poem goes

He no longer heard the chirping of birds
The smell of the sea meant nothing to him
The colors of the sunset were black and white
He stared dead in the eye if someone tried to fight

She no longer tasted the richness of chocolate
She couldn't care less for beliefs or fate
Emotions were foreign and love was alien
Suicidal thoughts were a daily companion

Motivational quotes and speeches made him scoff
Rosy smells and scented candles made him cough
Fancy razors replaced money in her purse
The stick and light now made her feel worse

One foot in front of the other, their subconscious said
Their organs were sentient and worked at will
Consciousness, however, was a different story
For though parts moved, their minds lay still

They spoke without zest, like programmed robots
They made love without passion, out of habit
There was nothing to live for, no raison d'etre
They were sleeper cells, zombies on a clock
Dec 2017 · 416
Stephanie Frank Dec 2017
Cut me cut me little blade
Save me from this mess I've made
Rupture my arteries and veins
Stop the red blood choochoo trains
Hush now hush now little blade
Don't tell them that I'm in pain
No, I'm not suicidal. I'm not romanticising suicide. It was boredom and depression.
Dec 2017 · 308
Torn Between Two
Stephanie Frank Dec 2017
A Romeo he is; obsessed with love
He saw me and swore I was sent from above
How on earth do you tell such a sucker
No matter what he can't make you pucker

Used to playing house with the *****
He claims he's not seen my type before
Though his ways I all but adore
I'm too nice to cause a war

Who's next? Ah! The pompous knight
Noble and fair in all his might
Seeks my hand to the Lord Viking's head
No thank you, too gory for my stead

Then there's Sir Geeks-a-lot
With his eyes and nose buried always in book rot
Should he maybe win the lot
Think absolutely not

Is that a ghost lover from my last?
Coming back for a lot to cast?
No siree! I've run out of chances
And the heart hospital I'm sure of braces

Wait, here comes the mommy's boy
Hangs around her finger like a toy
I think I'll pass, I don't need a wand
That waves at mother's every demand

A soldier came to pitch his tent
Glorious and capturing in his form
Soldier came soldier went
Soldier I could not reform

I'm the one whose heart they stake for
But I've got more to lose
I'm torn between two, maybe more
No inkling whom to choose
It's supposed to be funny.
Dec 2017 · 1.2k
Stephanie Frank Dec 2017
Absence doesn't always make the heart grow fonder
Sometimes it makes it forget
And what doesn't **** you doesn't always make you stronger
Sometimes it tears you apart with regret
May 2017 · 287
Conflicts of the night
Stephanie Frank May 2017
I hate it when the night comes
That's when ghouls come out to play
When ghosts come out to haunt
When the mares come out to sway

I love it when the moon shows
Because I can play with my shadows
While watching lovers do their dance
Like a scene from a Shakespeare romance

But then I hate the twelfth hour
When the black cat's purrs awaken
When the witches' chants devour
When the clueless souls are taken

Alas the tenth hour is my favourite
It's when my beloved comes to call
So we can have few moments of unlawful bliss
Ever alert of Papa's foot fall

Whether or not I love or hate it
The night time doesn't seem aware
Or maybe my conflict fuels his humor
Or doesn't ***** it enough to care
Apr 2017 · 726
Echoes of Happiness
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.
Apr 2017 · 5.5k
Don't Judge Me
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
Dec 2016 · 208
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
Dec 2016 · 205
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
Dec 2016 · 523
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
Dec 2016 · 538
Love me
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
Dec 2016 · 278
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
Dec 2016 · 469
Stephanie Frank Dec 2016
Blinded by fake-ups and look-sees
Brainwashed by surgeries and fakeries
Withheld by ridiculous ideals
Restrictions aided by societal feels

To them she was an outcast
But she was my Aphrodite
They could jest all they wanted
But I was taking home this deity

To remove all the tussles
Seive out the floccs
Solve all the puzzles
Open my Pandora's box

Whatever I found I wouldn't fright
Rather I think I'd take delight
Take me oh seductress to your chamber
Of your soul I'd love to be a member

Where they saw flaws I saw beauty
I saw angels doing their duty
They thought what I saw microscopic
I thought their primitive minds myopic

This strange creature unlike any I'd seen
Had pulled my heart and tugged at the seam
As she tore it open all I could find
Was I was a goner and I didn't mind

Her beauty had left me mindless
My entire being insentient
I could all but do her bidding
To this I was very willing
Dec 2016 · 271
Stephanie Frank Dec 2016
But as I look at you this starry night
I can't believe we're about to part
I try to be brave but try as I might
Saying goodbye is the hardest part
I hate goodbyes
Dec 2016 · 2.5k
Behind this
Stephanie Frank Dec 2016
Behind these stone cold eyes of grey
Is a companion loyal come what may
Through the night and through day
Loyalty forbidden to go astray

Behind this unreadable ****** expression
Is a heart sculpted in unlikely fashion
Ready to love with blissful abandon
Ready to hate with gruesome passion

Behind this queer nonchalant flamboyance
Is a very well hidden calculative spirit
Very unwilling to leave life to chance
But very willing to cross the sky limit
Dec 2016 · 370
Stephanie Frank Dec 2016
In this never ending tunnel darker than night
Is where I found myself after taking flight
Those gruesome looking creatures with sulphuric smell
Have forced their way into my wishing well
Should I call it forced snuck or stolen
Fact is I didn't notice the wound till it was swollen
Swollen itchy and overflowing with pus
That's when I started to make a fuss
Or at least I made an attempt
For of healing that wound I could only have dreamt
The beings teased, chortled and jested
If I fussed too much, true colors manifested
I couldn't think of an escape plan
These were beings and I was just human
Their brains are superior and I'm not smart
Knowing this left me downcast

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