Fonding the warm touch of the light,
faces around had a smile so bright.
It was a day to have a good write,
for the whole lot seemed right.

But the fine day turned into a dreadful state;
where everyone has gone and there was no mate.
Unpleasant things happened 'til it's late.
It was clear, fright became so great.

Every thing around was howling.
Terrified, you know your faith was shaking.
Thirst for the time of surviving,
you wailed and started praying.

Millions of seconds passed.
You're still alone, feeling outcast.
Not a thing to do, but remembering the past.
Helpless, wondering, "Is this going to last?"

You shouted help, but no one came.
You were puzzling if these were all just a game.
Hopeless, you tried to curse and blame.
A heart shattered and a soul lost its flame.

All is lost in the middle of the sea.
You tried to drown yourself to be free.
The minute you fled, there's hand you see,
Reaching you out, giving a new story.

*-Steph Dionisio, July 15, 2015

I might get a little lazy
even if its kicked a little crooked
I wont let it stop my flow
I'll still keep the ball rolling

I might come across some obstetricals
things might get a little puzzling
I might even confuse myself but
I'll put the pieces back together

there might be a few rocks on the path
I might crack the boulders or rip the seems
but each shattered pebble I'll toss aside
stitching everything right back in place

It's puzzling, really.
How in a year from now, you won't remember that sunset you lost yourself in.
Or how your fingernails are painted orange just like it.
You won't remember stumbling over that crack in the sidewalk
Because you were trying to recall the colors that make up her eyes.
Not focused on maintaining a steady stride.
And the smell of this room,
Will be soon be gone too.
Always far too soon.
It's like they never happened,
These little moments that fill up our everyday lives.
It's the ordinary things like these that matter