Biography of Stephanie Blake
I'm 18 years old, recovering addict, boderline personality disorder, I've hitched my away across the US, I've been in hospitals more times than I can count, every person who knows me would describe me in a diffrent way. I write to keep myself sane, I always have. I never shared any of it before (out of fear and because I'm very critical of my work) so I'm trying to break out of my shell. I also want to put some other projects involving photography into action, maybe start college in January. I change my mind constantly, I live in extreams, but I'm interesting to get to know..I think.
Stephanie Blake Poems
Born From The Ashes
My quieted voice is now screaming The pain inside my heart is bleeding My damaged body is healing From the pain that you caused
The Wild Ones
We are the wild children We dream of mystical lands And take quests to nowhere Riding trains for the hell of it
These tears feel like glass Sharp and cutting through my skin Memories- distant clashing Unsure of where to begin.
They think they know who I am They hold me like I’m glass And profess their love to me I smile and attempt to feel
I want to heal you Take you into my arms like a blanket Listen to your stories And soften your cries
My heart is cut open Can’t you see through my disguise? No kiss or jagged needle Could cut through my lies
It is a quiet suffering Causing a passive awareness Amongst sparse outbreaks of intense emotion Weeks of placid acceptance
Take Me Away
I'm so tired from all this walking and my eyes cant bear the sight of this world my heart is longing for devotion and of the promises we are told
I Wonder Why...
After his death silenced me and I felt that pain of wishing he was here that he would come to me in my dreams
Every night they relive their loved ones death I sleep with him confined in my necklace his ash against my skin
I Wonder Why...
After his death silenced me
and I felt that pain of wishing he was here
that he would come to me in my dreams
he would walk my house at night
his body eating itself
while I begged him to go or become real
his ghost comes to me