Biography of Stefanie Anonymous
Hi everyone! My name is Stephanie, I'm from Texas. I'm fairly new to this site, so i'm not exactly sure what to put in these nifty little boxes... :) If you'd like to know something about me, just message me and I'll be sure to write you back. Bye!
Stefanie a Few Years Later:
I'm not sure when I first joined this site, although it has been quite some time. It is interesting to see how much I have changed. I can even see my former self in my introduction :) I didn't have the heart to delet it, it was too amuzing. In gazing back at these poems, I've posted a few recent works, as well. Enjoy, and feel free to write me, critique me, or dropp in to say hello. I will still always write back. :)
Stefanie Anonymous Poems
What Of Hell
There are things I wish to find That in death I might see All the hidden truths of life Revealed there before me.
Apology To An Angel
I have tasted the swell of honey on my tongue, I have danced with you through endless fields. I have had many a talk with you throughout the valley, flowers strewn through our hair, and have glided through the breeze made cool by diamond fields. I awaken now, and lest I be so bold as to ask for something more, it would simply be this: I cannot express with pen or tongue the things which I have learned. For they were not seen with these blinded eyes and they were not touched with these mortal hands. I see this world before me now, so far away from where I've been. So mangled by the thoughts of men.
Embers Of The Past
This memory will not linger, This moment will not last. It's just another breath of time Life sweeps into the past.
The Sun And The Tree
There stood a Pine, A tiny tree So small, and all alone. Who longed for nothing more than love;
What's In A Name
A name is a play upon letters A timeless but cruel masquerade. A pattern that redefines living, A fortress that people have made.
Sweet children, I must warn you That by this time next morn Something will be lost inside As something else is born.
The Eyes Of Nogales
Look into this child's eyes, Look into his heart. Search past his bones and pale white skin, His fragile arms reach out so thin.
Embers Of The Past
This memory will not linger,
This moment will not last.
It's just another breath of time
Life sweeps into the past.
All these smiling faces
Will slowly turn to ghosts
That only visit in your dreams,
Or at reunion's toast.
Such simple things aren't meant to last