Stephanie Mac

Stephanie Mac Poems

Stephanie Mac Biography

Time is my Frenemy. My logic, at times, is nonsensical. It matters not to me whether or no this life has true and larger purpose (though personally, I believe it does) , only that I do as the ever-schwifty Thoreau suggested and suck all the marrow I can from it. In a word: I revel in my every blessed moment. I thank Him eternally. I make music. I feel unworthy of all the goodness. I forgive. I frolic in the whims of my fantasies. I humble. I sing my rhapsody. I overachieve. I tree-hug and yell at others for littering. I cook. I partake in far too much. I organize. I thrive on passion. I hope. I gamble with gum. I write. I look past unavoidable despondency. I volunteer. I never regret. I ramble. I savor the little things. I sin. I have an adrenaline addiction. I wonder. I sit on my roof and listen to the songs in my head. I help. I impersonate Snow White. I athleticize. I make up words. I craft. I draw Flesh-eating KIWI! s. I think. I care, and then sometimes I don't. I rhyme. I try my best to see the bigger picture. I itch. I pray and pray and pray and pray and pray. I serve. I will love and be loved for all of time, and that's enough for me.)

The Best Poem Of Stephanie Mac

Let Go

Here I am
Dangling on the brink of your fantasy

4 fingers gripping for the life of me

You told me those words
Pretty, wonderful words
Convinced me that I was the best
No other could compare
Saw that I was not in the right
Changes must be made
Painted a vision of a cheery future
Did I want it?

3 fingers remain

I have already turned a page
It's brighter and better than before
But you show me even better options
I fathom the impossible
It comes down to a decision
What will I choose?

2 fingers left

I made the choice
Not suddenly at all
I prayed and thought and prayed
Yet, was it right?

1 finger

I am falling fast, hard, eyes open, wind in my face
However will I land?

And now, many moons later
I have yet to hit the bottom.

Stephanie Mac Comments