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Jul 2021 · 131
blind shot - haiku
stephanie Jul 2021
i aimed in the dark
shot ricocheted, finding you
how are you boundless?
to someone always in my head
Jul 2021 · 219
the giver
stephanie Jul 2021
i give pieces of myself to people i meet
like a souvenir, my heart
some treasure it
some forget it
some throw it away.
i give give give
until i have nothing left
a hollow soul with no more to give.
May 2021 · 98
miss u
stephanie May 2021
i miss the person you used to be
and the person i will become,
for i know it was ill-timed fate
that pushed us apart.

have no fear.
perhaps in another lifetime
May 2021 · 73
pity
stephanie May 2021
i hate you
for making me want to be lead on
because at least
that means i would get to see your smile
for another day
agh
Mar 2021 · 103
Untitled
stephanie Mar 2021
i told the stars about you, you know.
i’m not sure if they listened,
but i told them everything.
your eyes, your lips, your smile, your hands.
i sat in the grass for hours
the moonlight grazing over the field.
i told the stars about you
because i couldn’t tell the wind
for fear it would whisper the wrong things in your ear.
ugh so romantic </3
Mar 2021 · 318
the rain
stephanie Mar 2021
the rain falls quietly tonight,
don't you think?
do you remember the old pitter-patter of rain?
back when rain meant getting mud on our dresses
jumping in puddles
coaxing worms from their homes?
i remember
the cold made our cheeks flush and stuck to the inside of our lungs
we’d laugh and laugh, sides heaving
ah
i think the rain falls quietly tonight
i love the rain
Mar 2021 · 71
mystery girl
stephanie Mar 2021
from a glance
she seems well put together
clean clothes
smooth hair
good grades
her voice is clear and carries throughout the classroom
she seems a lot of things
it is until you get up close that you start to notice things
fingers spasming
eyes flickering
mystery girl, what are your secrets?
what do you hide within those gleaming eyes
i want to know
and i will
eventually
dangerous interest
Mar 2021 · 858
Untitled
stephanie Mar 2021
i knew the moon too well
to fear the night.
it's too cloudy to even see the moon tonight oh well
stephanie Mar 2021
my favorite color is green.
not just any green,
but the green that is almost dark as midnight.
green that when you look at it,
smells like damp moss and fairy magic
green that seduces you with its richness,
feeling like the rush after a decadent sweet.

my favorite place to be is the bus stop down the street.
i like to go in the early morning,
or right after dusk falls.
watching the cars go by
is a long-sought-after peace
that keeps my soul intact.

i can't tolerate onions
in any amount.
only when cooked slowly, sweetly with love
by the fire of my father's laugh,
will i endure the sharpness of the plant,
if only to see the joy on his face.

i love the rain
my favorite band is the velvet underground
i get nervous on airplanes
i'm still afraid for my mother
my favorite memory is of my first bike
i wish slow walkers were made illegal

you see? i can open up.
i am communicating
finally
at last
i am communicating
why is it not enough
now or ever
Mar 2021 · 1.3k
for achilles
stephanie Mar 2021
i think i've realized
the ballads of your virtues
do not do you justice.
details of your murders
twisted to be heroic.
i pride myself in remembering things
no one else knows
like
how sweetly you sung
the softness of your cheek
the way your laugh bubbled up inside, infectious.
i am glad to have those memories for myself
call me selfish
but you were always
my achilles

-love, patroclus
i am in tears i just finished the song of achilles pls send help
Mar 2021 · 185
Untitled
stephanie Mar 2021
there is one language of love
they tell me
i try and try again
but i think my tongue is tied.
Mar 2021 · 750
open books
stephanie Mar 2021
we are all open books written in an old language
waiting for someone to come and translate
our story
our words.
be patient
the translator is coming.

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i was always an open book
just written in a dead language.
all the translators were wrong,
time and time again
until you came along.
i liked this theme so i wrote two
Feb 2021 · 186
handle with care
stephanie Feb 2021
i trusted you with my heart
carefully encased in a glass cage.
“be careful,” i said.
“it’s fragile”.
you nodded
and took the cage with two hands.
how did i not notice the greed
that guided your fingers to wrap around the bars?
i got inspiration from an amazon box
Feb 2021 · 625
grown
stephanie Feb 2021
is it possible
to view the past with an affectionate eye?
will i stop judging
critiquing
cringing
at every thing i’ve ever done?
what is childhood
what is innocence
if not for the blissful ignorance that accompanies it?
i miss being a child
to be free
uncaring
i could change if i wanted to
but i guess i fear change
who doesn’t
my first poem!

— The End —