Stephanie Starr

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The dots appear
I want them to disappear
So clueless, so unclear
...

Where are you? Late again.
I am here. I am with a friend.

Where do you go? When the winds blow
...

He walks alone, books in hand, staring straight ahead.
He doesn’t notice anyone, even though all eyes go to him.
A guy like him could sit anywhere at lunch, yet he instead….
Opts to eat alone, and that for some reason makes him dim.
...

4.

The lake is still, a shimmering glass mirror of time,

It tells no lies, what you see is what you get.
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I feel the need to write,
All my thoughts down
They swirl and twirl, never slowing
The hour goes on and I am restless
...

Life is not a fairytale, that much is explained to us when we rise from the dust
And yet we cannot help but hope there is more, so much more to the story
We want the happiness of the world to surround us, to cover us in snow
But others want pain, want sorrow, are sick of tomorrow
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There are some things in life I cannot explain, he says through his tears
But why does he cry? He sings me lullabies
Which keep away the darkness and the crime, the monsters in the night
What could hurt him? Who would dare?
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The wheels are turning
And I’m still burning
With my heart churning
But I’m still learning.
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I am waiting on a bench in a place I know well
Like the creases in your smile, this is where we dwell
I met you here, I was on the rich, green grass
How much has happened, our time passing like an hourglass
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The beat is slow, the hammer giving soft blows.
The quell in my heart pulls together a soul falling apart.
This is my time to think, my time to fly away.
Gravity is voting for me to sink, but I cannot be the prey.
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Don’t tell me I can’t, cause I will.
Don’t tell me I should, cause I’m still.
Don’t be there for me, even when I asked.
Who do you think you are? Oh ya. That was fast.
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She sits by the pond, staring out into the world, lost and confused
Her patterns are treaded upon and ruined, her body has been used.
Who will be there for her now?
Who can take away the pain when she doesn’t know how?
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The quill is broken, the ink is dried up, the heart is left
Alone in the dark, to fear the words that it cannot find
And yet it survives, how it does so is unknown
It will not speak but likes to let them watch and forget….
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If I could see you today, I’m not sure what I would say
Would I talk about the grass beneath our feet, or the sky up above?
Would we talk about the gravel we ran on or the things I ran from?
Can we hide the truths through an open door?
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I see one.
Swirling through the darkness, undefeated.
Showing the hidden, the unwanted, the barren.
The first light
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I don’t have the time to look at shiny things that don’t seem to function
The world is moving too fast to let me catch the precious moments
I am old, too old to start something new, so I keep those words locked up
Maybe I will open them when I die….but then what, I sigh
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He calls me Heather
Though my name is not close to that
I don’t know he’s talking to me
Until I meet his eyes
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He calls her his life
His light
His bookmark to save his place
His rival in every race
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19.

A game, just a game
Innocent enough to mean nothing
Question after answer
Answer after question
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In the mountains I cross and the lengths I divide
I will always find a pair of arms open wide
For when the car crashes and the wheels spin
I won’t be waiting for a tonic and gin
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The Best Poem Of Stephanie Starr

Connect The Dots

The dots appear
I want them to disappear
So clueless, so unclear

I sketch a line from one to another
Like a duckling following its mother
Oh, how can this belong to any other?

It is simple, just follow the dots
Without much of a plot
So why cant I get through this thought?

I can’t find the meaning of it all
Before my thoughts start to tumble and fall
And my voice bounces while I call

I just keep pushing along
Like an endless inspirational song
It’s so simple yet its been so long…

Since Ive stepped back and looked at things
From a different side of the ring
Since I've stopped and looked behind
At the trail I have left, one that was said to be kind
Since I've looked ahead to more lines to be drawn
An endless connect the dots at the crack of dawn

Since I looked forward to seeing the picture in the end
The one that I look down apon, the one to hope it lends.

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