"steph" poems
To all the goodbyes
I say goodnight
To everyone that dies
I hope it's bright
To everyone;
With a razor
Hand of pills
Tied rope
Dangling keys
Extreme height below
Finger over a light trigger
Electricity at hand
Open propane tank
Empty plate, with full glass
Stop, think about who you're leaving behind
I know my words aren't going to stop you, but just read
Did you bother to write and leave a note?
Is it worth it then?
Saying you're sorry, knowing you'll leave someone behind?
Stop. Think about why you're doing it
Do you have nobody?
Think about your opportunities that'll fly past
The chance of ever meeting someone?
Did you lose someone?
Think about if you'll actually see them again?
Being bullied?
Fight back, with whatever you have
Life shoved you down?
No, I'm not asking you to get up!
I'm telling you to get your *** into a nap
Think about all the possibilities that might not be
Think of all the opportunities and people in the future
Think of your legacy
Think of anything except the pain
Now balance the pain and everything else
Want to jump? Skyfall
Want to shoot? Paintball and games
Want to hang? Bungee
Want to overdose? Take 10% of it and party
Suffocate in propane gas, or blow up? Cook a nice meal, invite a friend or family. Surround yourself. No friends and family? Find a friend, build a family.
Want to speed wrong side of the road? Speed on the right side of the road and get carried with the wind, do it over again
Want to cut yourself? Cut off the pain and wrong influences
Electrocute yourself? Rather save electricity and watch a good movie with friends or family. Have none? Watch a movie alone, play a game online. Make friends, build a family
Want to starve yourself so you can get drunker and finally forget it all, when your liver gives in? Eat a lot more, blow off some steam at the gym and build a body that girls/guys would like, attract them and make new friends. Drink with friends.
I've tried many things, some of them didn't work out, or I couldn't stay awake longer. Create new dreams if the old ones died. Work hard for them. Achieve something
"At least leave a ******* legacy behind" is what my bestfriend, Steph used to say
"You can get out of this alive, but maybe a little ****** up, but anything damaged can be repaired" My bestfriend Josh used to say
"Life can carry you away without what you thought you needed" my bestfriend Divene used to say
Even more quotes from people I've lost in my life, so I ask you just think about it all
Still going through with it? Remember it's a one way ticket
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
Sa kulay-kape **** mga mata,
nakita niya ang kanyang halaga.
Ang iyong ngiti ang silbing niyang liwanag,
nagbigay sa diwa niya ng tatag.
Yakap mo'y kanyang tahanan,
siyang nagbibigay ng gaan.
Hindi man mabigkas ng bibig ang salita,
siya'y kuntento na sa iyong gawa.
Ika'y isang wikang walang tinig,
ngunit sa kanya'y isang magandang himig.
-Steph Dionisio, September 09, 2015
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
You said that she's beautiful like a garden.
Filled with glowing beauty;
drenched in the warmth of sunshine.
But little did you know,
this beautiful garden has grown wildflowers.
They are in every corner, even on the path.
And the time you noticed these unwanted flowers,
you stepped on every blossom and left the garden.
-Steph Dionisio, March 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
I have found myself related to Gomer;
yes, I am also a hustler.
She had relationships with different men,
while I engaged myself with my own selfish plans.
She slept with them for so many nights,
while I slept with selfless thoughts, unaware it wasn't right.
She had correlation thinking it was alright,
while I linked myself with faulty motives and to it I delight.
We were ****** in our different ways.
Unrighteous deeds we both had praised.
It corrupted her mind and body,
while it made me a ********** spiritually.
In the midst of my unfaithfulness and cruelness,
I have found love and forgiveness.
For love came down and bought me with a price,
showed me the beautiful meaning of sacrifice.
The blood of the lamb cleansed and restored my impure soul.
An enough reason that makes me whole.
-Steph Dionisio, December 02, 2015
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
I stagger out of the Paradise Rock Club. 11:04pm.
42 degrees. Short sleeves, no jacket; I give zero *****
I have experienced something beyond words, but I'll try
In 50 minutes it will be All Hallow's Eve, a Monday
Due and not yet begun I have an essay on James Joyce and
A reckoning on the occult, inner mysteries of the CPU.
Again, I give zero *****
The last hour and a half were the best possible use of my time.
Not 5 miles away, people I sympathize with
are protesting the failure of America,
But tonight I have seen her undeniable beauty:
904, as the fire code rates, packed in to the inch
A choir united, the director:
A man who tonight skipped his Aunt Steph's funeral at her request
To be here
To direct us in each anthem.
In hopeful, truthful noise
Our hoarse and untrained voices combine
And as Mr. Key observes, against all odds, against all reason
Make the most beautiful sound.
D.B. Guy
Slightly drunk, tears in my eyes
On the Green Line
11:17pm
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 3:12 AM UTC
I recall how you tried to peek.
You were there with us,
and you hardly speak.
It was me who made a move,
for us to become friends.
Then something between us improved.
The bond became so tight,
and that was you whom I looked for.
Those were the days it seemed so right.
Your feelings got deeper;
you assumed for more.
Hoping for things to become sweeter.
I began to be opened and it felt good.
I strived for something new, but...
it became complicated and we misunderstood.
Then a day came,
where everything was so silent.
No whisper of each others name.
The feeling that once became mutual,
is now forgotten.
By words, things could become fatal.
No, I don't regret that kind of relation,
for somehow it taught me numerous things.
And by the next time, it won't be another temporary affection.
-Steph Dionisio, May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
The strings
the way I pluck it
gives extra strength
to my soul.
The notes
I try to read
drives my thirst
spirit.
The lyrics
I write in a paper
expresses every single
emotion.
The music
I hear and I make
mends shattered
feeling.
But
The passion
I have
and truly love
seems fading.
The comparison
I get from others
is breaking every
notes.
The people
who are showing that
I am no good
made my paper empty.
Discouragement
scrapes the willing
and hoping
heart.
-Steph Dionisio, July 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
Name: Falen Acon
Residence: San Diego California
Age: 15 (almost 16)
Birthday: Jan 4, 2000 (Capricorn)
School: Don't worry about it!
Grade: 10th (Sophomore)
Class Of: 2018
Favorite Color: Ballet Pink, Gun Metal Gold and Burgundy
Favorite Flower: Wild Flowers, Roses & Sunflowers
Hobbies: Dancing and Poetry
Favorite Food: Pizza
Favorite Drink: Strawberry and Root Beer Soda
Favorite Dessert: Ice Cream (Shakes) (any flavor)
Happy Place (place that makes me happy): Beach or Dance Studio
Career Path: Professional Dancer
Lucky Day: Saturday
Lucky Number: 3
Favorite Number: 7
Friends: Christan Zeal, Elsa Angelica and Drevon Young
Goals: Find true love, Find happiness and Travel World
Favorite Artists: Lana Del Rey, The Weeknd, Drake, PartyNextDoor, Post Malone, ILoveMakonnen, Rae Sremmurd, RDGLDGRN, Kyle, A.$.A.P Rocky, G-Eazy and Zayn Malik
Celebrity Crushes: Zayn Malik, Justin Bieber, RED (from RDGLDGRN) and Steph Curry (GSW)
Favorite NBA Team: Golden State Warriors (GSW)
Favorite NFL Team: North Carolina Panthers
Favorite MLB Team: Chicago Cubs
Favorite College Football Team: LSU Tigers
Favorite Nascar Driver: Kasey Kahne
Future College: Texas State University (TSU) or Something :)
Future Sorority: Delta Sigma Theta (DST) /_\
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Our eyes have met in an unexpected way.
He had caught my attention,
and I started to behold.
Things became a bit puzzling;
but I kept myself descrying.
As I perceived for so many days,
weeks, months...
something in me unfold.
Things were revealed;
then it showed complicated scenes.
As I closed my eyes,
he showed up in my dream.
My heart beat for him;
it felt good and seemed true.
A tiny part of me loved him in a land of
fantasy.
Then I woke up-
I am back in the reality,
where my feeling for him is like forbidden.
Now I couldn't wait for another night,
to love him in my dreams.
-Steph Dionisio, May 28, 2015
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
What I mean by bad is not good.
Trust me, what I mean by bad-it's not good.
Into every discernible instance-
we split them up by seconds-
I fell, serendipitously.
No one had ever made a mistake
so gracefully.
There is a trick to this.
*Steph,
hey Steph,
you better
bear my blunder now.
Steph,
hey Steph,
you better
call your cardinal
because my counts are no show now.
Steph,
hey Steph,
I just heard a ****** story,
hurry, I'm freaking,
I'm seeking you out.
Steph,
hey Steph,
I better
come
pick up
those sunflowers
I left in your bed now.*
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
With trembling knees, I took my position. The stage was set.
Before me sat a school of eyes: transfixed, gazing with anticipation. Piercing the silence with an unfurling of paper, I stepped forwards, my mouth pressed to the microphone.
A kick of adrenaline, engaging of breath and I began.
“My inspiration.”
Humble Houghton MBE; centre-half, captain, Man City.
A lioness leader, Durham born and raised.
With writing and wit, I’ll heap the praise.
England debut at just 17.
Free-kick expert, living the dream.
Old-school-gritty-no-nonsense defender.
An accurate passer - return to sender.
A right-footed shot to burst the net.
Dedicating her life, she doesn’t forget: school teams, amateur level, Sunderland weekends.
A cup final beckons: the star of the show, the women’s game - she’s watched it grow.
Now girls put on their boots, their shinnies and smile.
Aiming to go that extra mile.
The right to play football, the right to be free,
Raising awareness of MND,
Best of the best, who can it be?
Stephanie Jayne Houghton MBE.
Stepping away from the microphone the applause raining down, I knew I’d made an impression on people. Just like Steph had on me.
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC
ya know what i hate, classical music, it’s so scary, it’s so cocky
when you have had problems with the police in the past
i feel that there will be people like paul robinson
treating me like steph, ya see, we all have our reasons for doing bad stuff
and if anyone got in their classical music prison cars taking me to hospital
i will be like steph and tell them to **** OFF because
what paul did to steph was terrible and the fact that he had classical music on
in his car, makes him like a big rich *****
ya see, heavy metal is a better way of getting stuff out
and being noisy, but people can’t except i have grown up
i went down to talk and be friendly to canberra
but they told me, you can’t expect us to like you buddy
ya see while i am watching this i am listening to slayer, a very cool band
because i hate classical music, i like christmas music, but i hate classical music
i like heavy metal music, i hate classical music
you see if i am in a car with somebody who likes classical music
i feel trapped because i am a headbanger
not a rocker, like a ****** i am a headbanger and i like how
heavy metal lovers like christmas carols
if you treat me like steph, i will find out you get what paul got
i am so devious and cunning
but i hate classical music, i like rock music i like party music
i like christmas music, please don’t get me into anymore cars
who play classical music, i can’t get into it, duuuuude
please fire the guy who plays classical music in a car with me in it
classical music is scary if you have had problems in the past
heavy metal isn’t death music, classical music is death music
i am going to get a knife and **** classical music forever
but not literally ya know
anyone that wants to bring what paul did to steph or any other violence into the world
should think about what they are doing
party beats the classics, any day
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
*You are trying to be the lead;
like a famous book
that people will read.
Wanting to get the title of "unbeaten",
no single thing to you is hidden.
You are favored because of thy name.
Overwhelmed by the sound of fame.
Be watchful, you big-headed;
there are things that you devastated.
-Steph Dionisio*
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
Together, they built footprints on the
sand, mud, clay, floor
and even on each other's heart.
They took thousands of steps
to keep love running.
Then one of them stopped.
Perhaps,
tired
wearisome,
running became senseless.
They both knew,
it won't keep going.
As they separated ways,
one, took a hundred steps away.
While the other, for only one step away,
and still hoping for a familiar footprint to follow.
-Steph Dionisio, August 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
I met this strange woman
She's not my type at all
From a different world
Than the one I grew up in
And everytime she speaks
It makes me kinda tilt my head
She is like a new style of art
And I want to figure it all out
I don't know what it is about her
I just know I like her
For no particular reason
But maybe that's a good thing
In an age where appearance
Can shut all doors
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
Beautiful soul is what you are.
In some dark days you are my star.
You are an extension of God's love.
I can't deny the fact that you are blessing from above.
Everything of you is a part of me.
Your beautiful side is what I always see.
You are a person who fights for what is right.
And sometimes this cause you to cry at night.
Since before, you've been always thoughtful.
I saw the times when you became fearful.
Deep down I felt the tears you've shed,
and courageously to God you prayed and pled.
The time I met you was one of the best-
the best time to say that I am blessed!
We both know that I am not a perfect friend,
but you offered me something that will last 'til the end.
Fun things are what we always do.
Remember the days when we tried to fly and climbed trees, too?
I remembered a day when you cried a lot,
because you were playing and had a deep cut.
Rainy days! One of our favorite days!
We were excited to run and play.
Laughing, running, throwing mud.
We even tried to play in the flood.
Impossible things became possible to us,
There were many things that we liked to discuss.
We became fake animals and superheroes.
We had a pet frog- oh yeah, we were weirdos!
Each day was a time to had fun.
We didn't care about the heat of the sun.
We embraced every bruises we had.
Friends come and go- we were always glad.
Now that we are grown ups and at our 20's,
no more plays and doing important duties.
Memories and friendship will remain the same.
Some things about us, now I acclaim.
Dear best friend, I pray and hope all the best for you.
I and God will always help you to get through.
Let's look on forward to what is best,
and stick together, for we know that God will do the rest.
-Steph Dionisio, February 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
*Who would have thought
your smile would create butterflies in her stomach,
your words would become music to her ears,
the look in your eyes would be her cravings?
And who would have thought
she has this kind feelings for you?
The smiles she get from you,
the prayers she has said,
the silent act of care she tried to give,
and the love she would like to show,
are the things you will never know..
For some things are better kept hidden.*
-Steph Dioniso, January 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
He left her with a tight hug,
but her soul stung.
He left her with unsaid words,
but her heart shattered.
He left her in the most tranquil way,
but it made her broken.
She couldn't find the answer,
but she knows, silence is a killer.
-Steph Dionisio, August 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
Audrey, look out the window and see your dreams.
Brydie, lay on the carpet and think of home.
Charlie, stand in the garden and let the rain wash the pain away.
Danielle, shout at the skies for this awful weather.
Ellen, smile as you see a rainbow in the distance.
Fiona, stick out your tongue to soften their fall.
Gemma, pretend there's nothing falling from the sky.
Hannah, dance in the rain in that favourite dress of yours.
Imogen, jump into puddles, one after the other.
Jade, wave to the people going past in their cars.
Keri, open your hands to cup the cold water.
Laura, laugh as the neighbour's umbrella turns inside out.
Molly, hope the grass is better for football tomorrow.
Natasha, sigh as you drive through it all.
Olivia, read a book by the nice warm fire.
Paige, sleep through the hammering of the droplets.
Queenie, scream as you dash through the storm.
Rhianne, fall back onto that squishy armchair inside.
Steph, pray for the sun to come out soon.
Tuula, watch the leaves huddle against the kerb.
Una, listen as they patter patter on the rooftop.
Victoria, take off those sodden shoes.
Whitney, snap another photograph or two.
Xandra, run to get back home to your family.
Yasmeen, follow the trail of the water on the window.
Zara, give up waiting for the rain to stop.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 7:01 AM UTC
Being your friend makes me feel blessed.
Distance between us cannot make me love you less.
Our culture and religion doesn't matter.
You are a beautiful friend and a good brother.
Everyday I am praying for you;
whether you are feeling good or blue.
Cause all I want for you is to be happy,
and make this friendship deep like a sea.
Someday- somehow, we will see each other.
I hope by that time our friendship is stronger.
You are someone who are loved by many.
Most especially loved by the Almighty.
Thank you for being my "net buddy",
and at the same time for being my dear besty.
I'm hoping for more talks with you,
cause every time we do it feels like there is something new.
You deserved this poem I am offering,
because of the happiness you're bringing.
You will always have me as friend,
and that's the one thing that will surely won't end.
-Steph Dionisio, December 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
Nervous. Boot heels click clack up steps. Walk around back.
Step in. People in pockets everywhere. Swerve straight to cooler.
Take a beer. Cracks open with crisp click. Drink drink drink. Ellipse of friends block out world.
Finish beer. Talking a little louder now. Confidence enough to walk to cooler
alone and grab more beers. See Steph and stop to chat. Move on. Keep on drinking the whole way back.
Two and a half beers and I’m starting to feel it. The excitement, the loosening of social limits. The loosening of myself. Boy whose name starts with a “C” but I just can’t remember starts talking to us. He’s kind of cute.
My fourth beer drains down my throat and I’m laughing at a joke. I’m friendly, people are friendly. The world is all kindness.
My sixth(and three fourths) beer in my hand, my head starts to droop and my hips are swaying of their own accord. It’s like the sky has puppet strings, twisting me side to side. The beat controls me, the world whispers my movements. Who whispers to the earth is beyond me.
…am I on my seventh or my eighth beer? People walk off to dark corners, hands on hips and ******* and chests. Still I dance somewhere in the vast dim basement. Still I twirl, rhythm gone but gravity still clinging to the movements.
But where am I? What am I doing here on this dance floor, on this city-planet floating or falling or patiently waiting on the ice-slicked footsteps of space? The world is spinning as it pirouettes around the sun, the sun circling a superstar, that star swirling around the center of the galaxy, spinning like a top in the rest of the full dark silk of space, stars clapping and nebula soaring and supernovas shattering, guests all to the raves of light years. I dance on earth’s doormat drunk and spinning, feeling a giant in my world and a broken bottle in the worlds of others. Oh god, in the words of that song that’s beating in the bones of the earth and the air in my lungs, can we get much higher?
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
As true as the sky is blue,
A best friend is always there for you.
From dreaming of dragons in a dizzy daze,
To standing together in scary school hallways.
Jessica the daring, Stephanie the brain,
They are two links in a chain.
Jess is ready to jump at the drop of a hat,
While Stephanie would prefer to pet a cat.
Steph's test is an ace,
While Jess's is a slight disgrace.
They say opposites attract,
The two were made for each other, and that's a fact.
However, a problem has breached this affinity,
There's a new boy in Jess's vicinity.
She has fallen head over heels,
For his bad boy disposition and decked out wheels.
Steph is not too fond of this new addition,
She's finding loneliness is her new condition.
Jess is too busy and cancels plans,
Steph worries and begins to wring her hands.
An attempt to capture Jess's attention,
Jess has yet to mention,
Steph has boldly dyed her hair,
But Jess just doesn't care.
Lips pressed against Blaine's,
Jess's head is in the rain.
Her judgement has gone cloudy,
With Blaine, she's beginning to act rowdy.
Every day they go farther and farther,
Blaine is pressuring her even harder.
Blaine has gotten into her head,
And hungrily leads her to his bed.
Now Steph stands alone in the halls,
And Jess stopped answering her calls.
It's been months now since they've conversed,
Steph's heart is about to burst.
Bad boy Blaine is not so great,
For Jess's sensative mental state.
They have begun to yell and fight,
Steph notices and thinks it's not quite right.
Steph tries to help; Jess tells her to stay out of it,
But there are signs that she's been hit.
She comes to school with bruises black and blue,
Steph knows this is nothing new.
Everything's beginning to fall apart,
Blaine has shattered her fragile heart.
In tears, Jess has a confession,
Her life is now ruled by guilt and depression.
After weeks of sobbing and crying,
Jess decides she should be trying.
She hesitantly picks up the phone,
And calls Steph at home.
Jess tells Steph her regrets about Blaine,
About her letting him inside her brain.
She gave him everything,
He toyed with her heart like a cat with string.
Jess and Steph now see eye to eye,
Now that Jess and Blaine have said goodbye.
They are once again two links in a chain,
They help each other through the pain.
After all, what are friends for,
Than to be there when knocking on each other's door?
A best friend is always there for you,
That's as true as the sky is blue.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
White man got degrees
White man studies rap albums on weekends
White man still dreams on the hardwood
White man Steph Curry and Larry Bird in his head
White man be both- no problem
White man been hurt before
White man wears braces on both ankles
White man pick a new pair up whenever
White man down each aisle twice
White man throws the receipts away every time
White man left home this one time
White man always trying to help
White man night off whenever he wants
White man swears and means it
White man perpetual grin
White man still here
White man gets louder and swears no one hears him
White man silence still got a few words in it
White man says sorry sometimes, but
White man forgives himself always
White man ten ten year plans
White man why not more?
White man white lies
White man be a boy when he wants
White man lies face down when he chooses
White man love guns- need none though
He brings bigger weapons every time he leaves the house
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
i knew a girl who wore scars like medals.
she woud tell me awful stories about
awful things that happened in her awful life...
She always told them with a wide joker's grin.
Her waxy lipstick red lips stretching and curving
into a smile that held hate and tears and years
of not so funny laughter.
Sometimes she told me stories,
like all that hurt,
all that shame,
all those horribul
horribul things...were such a
laugh.
Mar 20, 2010
Mar 20, 2010 at 7:25 PM UTC
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