Do not get tempted by
Unessential things that
Not only will have
You crying and withering with pain but
Aching with desires

We trailed through the moonlit road
As I wiped the tears that streamed my face—
Everything was calm, everything was serene
It felt like we were passing by a city
That had long fallen to deep slumber;
Where had once all the rushing cars had gone,
Back and forth, non-stop, as their engines rattled
With much desperation, pleading to rest.

Step by step, we slowed our pace, feeling the cool breeze shying from us
As we came to a halt.
The leaves ruffled, still, and the stars twinkled brighlty.
Everything seemed to come together in perfect harmony.
It all felt quite bizzare yet astounding;
quite frightening yet calming;
quite gloomy yet comforting.
It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before–
Perhaps my heart and mind had finally been at peace
And that the turmoil inside had faded into nonexistence.

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Who knew that what a known-to-be ordinary walk
Could turn into a magnificent, almost magical cure-
A cure for the mind that's filled with cloudy thoughts,
And a cure for the heart filled with pain and faults.
But what had truly made things better was..
Having you by my side amidst the whole tranquility
The entire scenery might have felt mysteriously unreal to me
But your presence was my reminder that it was all reality.
• ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ •

I took a trip down Dreamville.
So if you're reading this, it's too late
I already pimped a butterfly while sippin' on ***** sprite, two of them.

I found myself talking to a man name Lucci.
Confused by his name but star struck because his whole outfit was Gucci.

I had Nicci with me, I kissed her every now and then.
She isn't my girlfriend but to the world I pretend.
Until the end, until death does us part;
I smoke and drink alcohol til my head is cloudy and I drown my heart.
Telling myself this is the end, but really it's only the start.

I want drug miney.
I want new car money.
I want fresh start money.
Can buy famous art money.
Unfortunately women cry and pour out their heart to me.
Then tell me how much how much they hate it they are apart from me.

Time and time again I slip into  flaw.
I get angry for no reason, you can tell by the clinching of my fist and my jaw.
Forever leaving people in aw, and somehow they still wonder.
Can barely find a meaning or scratch the surface; I'm too deep under.

Little did I know, my alarm went off and I awake to a new day.
Missed phone calls and messages and all of them are just to say hey.
No reply.
We ask why.
Some cry.
Sometimes I feel like I want to die.
That's probably the reason why many think I;m shy.
No more see you later's, just a farewell and good bye.
The truth and things to endure for life cannot be seen by the eye.

Somehow I see it all.
Ashes to ashes, one day we'll fall.
But through it all;
I get down on my knees and make a call.

I put everything behind me, yet my back is against the wall.

How could I keep myself away from admiring you so deeply, when the breathe of my heart is dying to know you deeply?
How could I run away from this disturbed emotion, when you to me is a beautiful distraction?
How could I make myself believe that I am only daydreaming, when every words you say my heart is pounding?
How could I end this reverie?
From your beautiful soul, I cannot flee.

*-Steph Dionisio, October 08, 2015

She has innumerable scenarios in her mind but you are her favorite
She's drifting by your smile and simple hello's and then her words are lost
She wonders about your thought and the difference between fantasy and reality
She always see tons of ways to find fondness in you
She doesn't want to gamble her feelings for something unsure yet caught herself lost in the idea of you
Though for a moment she's stuck in the delusion of being with you
She tries to stray from the illusion of loving you.

-Steph Dionisio, October 06, 2015

I feel strongly for a
boy with eyes the color of
bullets
and with biceps built strong
like bolts in the armor
of a tank.

He wears stains of dirt
on calloused hands from
years
of digging plots 6 feet down.
(He thought his name
would be on the tombstones.)

Behind a small smile
and a boisterous laugh,
the affliction rages on. He is the army
of one, battling against an enemy
he’ll see only in the reflection of
his dog tag.

Girl in black masquerade gown with books balanced on head

One high-heeled foot on drum

The other

A laceless sneaker


Long-stemmed glass of wine in right hand

Slim bottle of Summum ***** in left


Background dissonance


Vintage grey vehicle with red interior

PYT seated in the back

Tatted up bad boy in front seat

Bearded man in tailored blue suit

Hand draped over driver's seat door


Red carpet rolled out to the entrance of a dive bar

that leads into a mansion

Eyes Wide Shut

My voice is louder than the amphetamines that pump through my system,
Like a myriad of violins,
preaching on a soapbox.
Surrounded by self-proclaimed writers,
who control their mindless devotions with their pen to paper.
They believe,
not only in themselves,
but in the system.
They don't challenge what's really happening,
and is instead,
hazed by propaganda.

I am told that confidence is one thing,
and being self sufficient is another.
But i think they amalgamate to each other,
like the rivers do in my head.

We wonder,
what if the dust on the moon really is acidic?
what do we do then?

I give my money to my hierarchy above,
and I challenge what really is happening.

Love was always temporary,
quick, suspect with others
but then I met you.

You taught me how to sound it out,
how to count its syllables,
how to hold my pencil and write it.

I guess now I understand
why we are still on the first letter.

and they asked me about you.

I taught them the color of your eyes
and how to spell your name,

I taught them the importance
of August 8th and October 1st,

and reminded them about the time
that even the All-Knowing

miscalculated your worth.