"stephenson" poems
With this pen, I paint an image of you.
Not a portrait, but a true portrayal of you.
The ink flows into words that dance across your hair.
The end of each sentence marking a cross that you bear.
A painting would be suitable for some.
With beautiful colors, cascading down on you from above.
But, those colors mearly hide the truth behind your smile.
With the right shade of light and a light smear, it becomes a cosmetic fix for a while.
My words flow through every crack and fill every shadow.
They bring all light to the surface, for the reader to see within the shallows.
The image of you that I create can be vivid and great.
But with this pen, my words can also design your fate.
You see the truth here is that my words hold all truth.
They leave no place for lies to hide, with each word holding proof.
In the readers eyes, my words are you…
With this pen, I can create you…
With this pen, I can finish you...
- Brandon K. Stephenson
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC
Looking back I think about how,
How we would be if we were together right now.
We were young, we didn’t understand.
We had something beautiful and let it slip through our hands.
Now here we are living two different lives.
In love with different people,
Falling into different eyes.
But even then, as each day goes by.
Our hearts always remember.
Our hearts remain tied.
I know this hurts and it doesn’t seem fair.
But there are other hearts involved now,
Hearts that love us with all they have...
Honest and without fear.
I will always love you,
But I found someone else.
She has my love now,
I have nothing left to give.
- Brandon K. Stephenson
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
Without ever saying goodbye.
Without ever saying why.
You departed from this life.
Leaving us all behind.
From your friends to your enemies,
Tears fell from our eyes.
Not a heart was left unbroken.
Not an eye was left dry.
We all sat together grieving,
Remembering scenes from our past.
Wishing we could go back.
Praying these thoughts would last.
Desperately we hold on,
Hoping never to forget,
These thoughts that hold your story,
From the eyes of everyone you've met.
We understand that you are gone, but these memories help us see,
The smile on your face and times we shared every night we dream.
-Brandon Stephenson
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
...This time I won't let go,
I'll hold on to you forever,
long after we're old.
You're all I need,
My life’s favorite song
Ahead in my head,
You're always there.
Beside me, smiling, without fear.
Hand in hand,
You opened your world to me,
You accepted my flaws,
You helped me believe.
Because of this, I give you it all,
All that I have within me
that makes me, me at all
With shaking hands,
I hand to you a heart of stone
A heart that will beat for you and you alone...
With my heart in your hands I watched you hold it close.
I can’t give you the stars,
But I can make them brighter with you..
- Brandon K. Stephenson
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
A few little white rocks,
Stuck in our tires.
A couple old beer cans
Turning black in the fire.
We live our lives simple and free.
Raised to say grace.
And trust me,
we believe.
We clear our thoughts,
Down old dirt roads.
Always coming home
Before momma's supper got cold.
We respect our elders
We fight for family.
If you mess with my kin,
You're messing with me.
"Living in sin is a sure ticket to hell"
Momma would say,
With her Bible in hand
Scolding us well.
We listened carefully
As she spoke of God
Learning about worship
And the price of his blood.
Our parents raised us knowing
The consequence of sin.
There's a price we must pay
For our evil ways in the end.
So we continue living life
The way we were raised.
As Southern Christians,
Remaining thankfull to Him
For each passing day.
- Brandon Stephenson
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
Let my words crystalize before your eyes as you memorize these lines.
Visualize my voice clearly as it recites.
Repeating in your mind.
Realize i am with you, by your side as you watch this Sunrise.
Angel, be kind, grow wise.
Always see the smile behind the fright,
The kiss behind the bite,
And the light beyond the night,
May you clearly see trust behind the lies, And truth between the lines.
Ignite a candle and let its light become your guide .
Let the glow brighten your path as the fog clears from your sight.
If it hurts, let my memory dry your tears and my strength become your might.
Darling, never be afraid, let your dreams take flight.
Release your hopes, your disires into the sky.
Your wings will carry you as you fly.
So sing this lullabye softly, as you close your angel eyes.
- Brandon K. Stephenson
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
THIS IS GOING TO BE A WORK COMPOSED BY ALL OF US. POETRY CAN BRING US TOGETHER. Comment the next lyric and I will post it with your name in parentheses.
Here I sit in this bitter cold(L.K.)
whispering sweet nothings to the moon, for the night will cease into existence and dawn shall be upon us soon. (aesha nisar)
Enwrought with silver light and dark cloths of night(Abhay Chopra)
There she plays in a twisted mind
bombarded with such torturous remarks, and a dark witty retort
don't fall victim to the spoon
once again observe the phoenix taking flight (L.K.)
Here I sit in the bitter cold,
Watching the sunshine fold,
Down beyond the horizon,
Along with it's shimmering gold(Arlen)
were I wept no one knows
Beautiful sunset pink, and yellow
even in the bitter cold
light shines in the darkest soul (L.K.)
for this is the place to be? I'm told
Shall I add a line, should I be so bold?
Or just sit here alone in the bitter cold(Terence James Potter)
alone in the bitter cold (L.K.)
There she plays in a twisted mind(L.K.)
whispering sweet nothings to the moon, for the night will cease into(aesha nisar)
broken womb destined to the tomb
Enwrought with silver light and dark cloths of night(Abhay Chopra)
As the paint peels off the moss ridden eaves
Watching The violent clouds sailing by(Nirali Shah)
just like the passing of the autumn leaves
moving your puppet strings, so sly(L.K.)
I'm not sure what to fill so I'll sit by this window sill(Chimera)
looking at the ****** of crows, and their fresh ****
sitting here solemn, and every so very still
do what thou wilt, let that be your will(L.K)
And the daylight still creeps coldly across the floor(Evelyn Ash)
wretched images of decaying bodies there like zombies
laying on cold steal floors, what is human anymore
even in the wretchedness I will endure (L.K.)
writing words on someone's soul(Cristina)
The one who stole mine, I've been told(Michael Wysocki)
I put my own name in parentheses(Joshua Amos Graff / J.M.G.)
so no one truly knows me(L.K.)
dysfunctional pull grasping the life out of me(patty m)
as I am chocking, hoping I begin to breath(L.K.)
with coffee stained teeth chattering and frosted skin vibrating( J.M.G)
I can't understand what you prophets are saying(L.K.)
Remembering the past of a life untold(Brandon K Stephenson)
Watching darkness as it takes a hold(L.K.)
This darkness has got a hold of me(Jaishree Kumar)
Remember that life will set you free(L.K.)
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:59 AM UTC
I'm back with the train gang,
sing
back with the train gang
Oh yeah.
It's not rocket science
although
Stephenson might disagree
It's just me on the tube line
wasting some more time
back with the train gang.
The guv'nor messaged me
wrote
' get into work early '
back with the train gang.
I know it's a state of mind,
but I have looked and am
unable to find
motivation
left at the station,
back with the train gang.
This is the rush
the shove and the push
and no use me grumbling
the tube keeps on rumbling
back with the train gang.
The next stop is Bank
( mind the gap)
never noticed a please!
St Paul's and Chancery lane
back with train gang
again
back with the train gang.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
Running after school, through the woods, to the creek.
Happy and as free as the mud on our feet.
We would explore and crack jokes until the sun went down,
Never having anything to worry about in our little town.
We were always together, rarely away from each other.
We were more like best friends, too close to be brothers.
We would fight until we couldn't fight anymore,
Whether we were fighting ourselves, or the kids next door.
I miss our long talks when we were alone.
Just drinking a few beers and listening to songs.
You didn't have to end your life so soon.
I understand things were hard, but I was there to help you through.
I miss you man and I wish you were here.
But until we meet again, I'll sit right here, remembering the good times, as I drink a beer.
-Brandon Stephenson
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
You walk alone,
You carry on.
Looking ahead,
Forgetting it all.
Your knees are week
You struggle to stand.
You fight to hold on,
With trembling hands.
Each step feels higher
Each mile feels longer.
You walk a little slower,
As the days grow colder.
You walked away from who you were.
You turned away and watched it burn.
You shed your skin and became a new man.
But your heart always remembers who you were back then.
- Brandon K. Stephenson
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
My sweet baby cubs how I love my four cuddly baby cubs.
They are full of fun and love just for me.
Oh how loving are those cubs of mine.
How could a mommy bear be so blessed to have such hug-gable, love-able cubs as these?
For I would never trade them for anything in or around this world.
For the love I have for my cubs is a never changing love.
I will always be there mommy bear forever, and ever.
Thank you Yahweh.
By: Amy Stephenson
2/20/15
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
We search for wisdom and understanding throughout our daily lives.
We watch as it all takes shape,
Right in front of our eyes,
But instead of learning,
We let this knowledge pass us by.
We let it go unnoticed,
By pretending we are blind.
Ignorance shadows us shading our sight
It teaches us to look away,
To avoiding mistake and lie,
But by doing this we fail to realize,
The reason ignorance exists and what it's designed to hide...
By remaining blind to what you see,
You are remaining blind to what is right.
As our minds grow older.
And our eyes grow colder.
As our days become slower.
And the pages of our lives fold over, Revealing our final chapter,
Revealing our final hour.
We begin remember what we pretended to forget.
We remember and we begin to regret.
Then just before our eyes close forever.
We pass this knowledge down to one another.
We give you the wisdom we chose to ignore
With hope that you will see the image a little clearer,
Than we did once before.
So I only ask of you this final favor.
Please take the message I left for you within the words of this letter.
Use it to build a better future for all our loved ones here after.
Learn to smile a little more.
Learn to live your life with love and laughter.
You only live once my son...
Make it last forever.
-Brandon K. Stephenson
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
I can see those tired eyes
Even when your heads down
I can feel all the pain you locked away
Inside your box of guilt.
Between every wall you hide behind
Behind every lie you try to hide
I have seen it all before
But I will walk
With you once more.
I choose to walk
By your side
I will hold your hand
I will give you sight
One more time
I will be your guide.
One more time
I will light your night.
Why push me away?
When I'm here to dry your eyes
Every step I've taken with you
Everyday of your life,
Why turn away from me?
When I've taken away
All your pain
Why turn down my love?
When I held your hand
And led you from above,
Down every road,
Through every shadow
And around every bump.
Why lock the door to your heart?
Why leave me standing here,
Alone in the dark?
I have felt every breath,
Your life will ever take.
I know every thought,
Your mind will ever make.
I stay even though,
I know the day
That you let go.
I was there,
I watched you grow
I was there,
I watched you sew
Every sin,
Neatly in a row.
I watched you cover,
The walls of your soul.
Although I could not watch
All of your mistakes.
Sometimes i just had,
To look the other way
But, at the end of everyday
Each and every sin,
Each time you cursed my name,
Each time you looked at me with blame
Each and every time,
My son,
You were forgave.
And I want you to know,
That I am standing here today.
I want you to know
I will stay here always
Wandering these halls,
Regretting these stains
Waiting for you.
My son,
To bow your head and pray.
- Brandon K. Stephenson
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
We fall away from each others lips with time
Realizing we had been so milignant and blind.
Your lips brushed against me again as you said.
"Is this the end...will we ever see each other again?"
As you left, I felt my heart start to crack.
This time i know i'll never have you back.
I continue to pray that one day you return.
But i am constantly reminded of all the love that you burned.
-Brandon Stephenson
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
We walk together hand in hand.
We sink into love like a grain of sand.
Will you fall with me?
Will you stay with me for eternity?
You hesitate to answer.
Are you willing to let me fall forever?
I see the fear in your eyes.
You let go of my hand and my life
As I fall through these endless remains
I remember us without this pain.
A tragic step that appeared to keep going
But we took the step without ever knowing.
-Brandon Stephenson
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
"When you look at me baby, what do you see?"
You said, as you softly rest you hand on my knee.
Briefly, my eyes broke free from your piercing glare and as if my mind was gasping for air,
I gently ran my hand through your hair, still feeling the warmth on my face from your stare,
With a low, mellow voice and a sigh, I finally found the words to speak.
"Darling, if only you knew how often this question comfronts me, how often this question has silenced me. With every passing day I share with you beside me, this question. apears in my mind and slowly
it cripples me."
I could see the confusion grow in your eyes as your mind danced in disbelief.
"You see, this question has not haunted me daily because of an answer I fear, if that were the case my thoughts would be clear.
This question repeats in my head with asnwers that have no end,
It digs deeper with every glimpse of understanding, accounting for many nights without sleep.
This question I think, is meant to be answered another day.
Not today, this question can only be answered when there are no other days ahead of me."
I let my hand brush against your cheek slighty, just before resting under your chin.
Lightly I lift your face towards mine and just before our lips meet, I softly say.
"So baby, let me hold on to this answer,
let it grow within me. Just as my love for you grows with each passing day, the light i see in your eyes grows elegantly. When our days together finally reach their end and we lay our heads down to sleep. I will take your hand once again, look into your eyes and explain every detail of this angel I see before me, then I will kiss your lips one last time. Laying you to rest with a smile as we close our eyes …"
A question without an end, can only be answered, once you reach the end..."
- Brandon Stephenson
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
Born in October 1956, Janet Aimee Stephenson started out as a model and actress before moving into film-making. Do you have the 1980 Roxy Music album 𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 in your collection? The nearer of the two girls is Aimee Stephenson. In the 1980's Aimee and her boyfriend Tim Jackson (producer of Dead Dog Blues) worked in the States on some Roger Corman productions although I don’t know which ones. In 1991 they teamed up with a guy called Sean Manchester who had written a non-fiction book about the so-called "Highgate Vampire." The plan was to make a documentary, and possibly a narrative feature film, about the subject but it never came to anything for various reasons.
In 2001 Aimee and Tim were in Peru, researching a book. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗱. 𝗔𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝟰𝟴% 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀, 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗼. 𝗧𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟭𝟳 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱. 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘃𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘃𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗔 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹. 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗔𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 (𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝗦𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘇𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱) 𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘆 – 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆. I can’t imagine the pain she must have gone through, or what Tim Jackson and her other friends and family must have suffered watching her agony.
- Posted by M.J. Simpson
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 8:07 PM UTC
Oh Yahweh I don’t know what else to do so if you can Yahweh help me?
Here my plea.
Oh Yahweh I fell like there is no help for me.
I know you love me Yahweh.
However, I am afraid my husband does not.
I believe that he is in love with the image he wants me to be.
I cannot be this person.
I am jest me.
So all that I really ask Yahweh is that he love me for me the way that I love him.
Yahweh if you can love me for me why cannot he.
You forgive me for my sins.
Why can't he love me?
For me?
BY AMY STEPHENSON
APRIL 13 2006
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
Born in October 1956, Janet Aimee Stephenson started out as a model and actress before moving into film-making. Do you have the 1980 Roxy Music album 𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 in your collection? The nearer of the two girls is Aimee Stephenson. In the 1980's Aimee and her boyfriend Tim Jackson (producer of "Dead Dog Blues") worked in the States on some Roger Corman productions although I don’t know which ones. In 1991 they teamed up with a guy called Sean Manchester who had written a non-fiction book about the so-called "Highgate Vampire." The plan was to make a documentary, and possibly a narrative feature film, about the subject but it never came to anything for various reasons.
In 2001 Aimee and Tim were in Peru, researching a book. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗱. 𝗔𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝟰𝟴% 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀, 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗼. 𝗧𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟭𝟳 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱. 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘃𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘃𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗔 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗺𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹. 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗔𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 (𝘃𝗶𝗮 𝗦𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘇𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱) 𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘆 – 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆. I can’t imagine the pain she must have gone through, or what Tim Jackson and her other friends and family must have suffered watching her agony.
- Posted by M.J. Simpson
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 9:41 PM UTC
Missing You Is Like Having Lost A Part Of Me.
No Matter Where I Look, It Cannot Be Found Until
You Walk Into The Room And Light It Up
Just By Smiling At Me The Way That You Do.
Missing You Has Brought Me Nothing But Misery.
The Moments That We Have Shard Are What Comforts
Me Until Your Smile Comes Back Into The Room.
I Know It Will Come Soon For You Are Only A Moment Away As You Are Coming Up The Stairs To Sweep Me Away. With That Special Smile Of Yours, That Shows Me Just How
Much You Love Me.
Written By Amy Stephenson
April 15 2006
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
WHEN YOU TAKE MY HAND IT FELLS LIKE I AM DROWNING IN THE FEELINGS I FEEL FOR YOU.
THEN YOU PULL ME CLOSER AND CLOSER AND THE WORLD STOPS WITH ANTICIPATION JUST TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. AS I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES I HERE THE HEAVENS ABOVE START TO ROAR THEN AS YOUR LIPS COME CLOSER I START TO HEAR THE ANGELS ABOVE US START TO SING WITH JOY. THEN AT LAST IT HAPPENS YOUR LIPS TOUCH MINE THEN IT ALL COMES TOGETHER AND MAKES THE MOST EXCITING THING HAPPENS THE TRUE LOVE THAT WE HAVE FOR OTHER ERUPTS LIKE A VOLCANO INSIDE OF US.
BY AMY STEPHENSON APRIL 13 2006
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
I don't know much from what I was always told. However this is what I do know and fells oh so true at least to me that is. You are the one thing that i know. For without you I draw a blank. For you complete my heart and sole. You are the hope that I never thought I would know. So here is my sole for you are the only man that I would or could ever trust with it. So here is my heart as well as my sole. All I ask is for you to stay true to me as I will unto you. So for now my love let are heat and soles be as free as the raging sea untold by are love for ever. Yours truly.
By: AMY STEPHENSON
April 13 2006
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC