Audrey Stephenson (Houston, TX)
Biography of Audrey Stephenson
Audrey Stephenson Poems
These threads pull together These threads weave together your existence Your dependence And as we look to the sky
A Poem To Pass The Time...
I feel stuck in this place Drenched with things I shouldn’t lack Can’t recognize the face Nothing is what it should have been
Metonymy, a novel thing Free from vulnerability True impressions can’t be seen But you still say what you want
The Hollow Boy Should Give Himself Some ...
Sorry to interupt you But I feel there's something you should know you see in the breathe of the breeze and the dance of the leaves, there's a song that you can't hear And that the wind when it runs, it's as old as the sun
An Empty Sonnet
So now I’ve come to find that nothing lasts forever I’ll just stick around till I find something better Understand that happiness is ephemeral There’s nothing to attain
But Perhaps You Where Never Really Mine ...
I need to know that I will become lost somewhere Autumn leaves beckon the beguiling smiles of the sun Just to abandon the rites of the seasons When their turn has yet to come
The Foolishness In Bravery
Your life on a sketching pad Symbolism smudged into crooked lines Your heart in a notebook Words left to be defined
Dying Is Strange And Hard...
I have my pictures of you, you don't look back at me A smile I'd almost forgotten, bruises I don't see Never forgive you for a sky turned from gray to black Come out and kiss me, darling
Mechanics Of Semantics
I've always marveled why it was always easier to pull someone down instead of pulling them up I suppose I've always resented these inherent little tendencies we have Like the dulling gnaw of contrition
Smashing An Alarm Clock In A Parking Lot...
All the loose leaves spread their roots into the same vein of hope mirroring the freckles of your skin Crumbs of what was left for now
A Portrait Of Our Shattered Days...
I am the portrait of a separate fire Those amber waves of grain suspended Where sea's shells know no end Leaving little to be sustained
Because The Weight Of A Soldier Kneeled ...
Words can swarm and leave the children dry The temperature's sleeve is an ancient goodbye The clock's blinking backwards reflecting her crimes Because the weight of a soldier kneeled into time
I Am Touching Your Face With Hands Dippe...
You’re sitting on the window sill Yellow paint peeling from it’s corners And you’re ashing your cigarette in a coffee cup with a blue rim and small brown dots Reunited
The Epitome Of Existentialism
It seems that words could never show the things you ought to know I guess I’m not the only one with eyes for you, but I’m the one that’s left alone. Because her eraser’s still there. Mine was used a long time ago. So now I’m writing you down in ink, I know it’s worth the risk
These threads pull together
These threads weave together your existence
And as we look to the sky
And as we hide
Cut the rope that he’s tied
I’m bound by the tension that we’ve placed between us