Biography of Stephen Carey
I'm fifteen years old, and I love in Ohio, U.S. I've been writing poems since February 2007 and have written over 100 poems.
Stephen Carey Poems
A Glass Of Water
A glass of water sat on a book of poems, Hiding the moon, Pointing out the angels, Jutting out of the window.
Where The Dead Grass Grows
No, brother, we shouldn’t go there. Let’s turn and go another way. ‘Cause you know the dead grass grows where You are on your last day.
That was it, That was my chance, The one I prayed for. It did come,
Love Not Like A Rose
The rose Is the symbol Of love, But that doesn't
I hate my life. I want it to stop. I want it to end. I want to move on,
Castle Of Broken Wings
I stand at a pass, the top of a hill, With a path like a trident. Three castles in my view, The first, a castle of old, a divine terror,
When I am standing still, I can see that pathway And the three running from me. I feel triply betrayed.
Catch A Firefly
Here I am, in the dark, Lights flashing all around me. I can feel the coldness in the air, I can feel a prickling on my feet.
While You Weren'T Looking
While you weren’t looking, I was. I was looking at you. I was smiling at your smile.
If you are weary- If you are weak- Sleep, sleep, sleep, my darling child, sleep.
The very first time I saw you I knew you were the one Who was next to steal The throne of my heart.
What Is This
I look at you, And what is this feeling inside of me? I am unsure, This thing I am feeling, what could it be?
The Color Of My Soul
Blue is my best friend. Lonely is my reflection. Depression is my conscience. heartache is my shadow.
You looked me in the eye, today. Oh my goodness, why? So many days since I last saw you, And now I see you look me in the eye.
If you are weary-
If you are weak-
Sleep, sleep, sleep, my darling child, sleep.
If you are lonesome-
If you are sad-
Dream, dream, dream, my darling child, dream.
Dream of waters, unending like a mother's love.