Stephanie Starr Poems

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

Where do you go? When the winds blow
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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.
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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
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The dots appear
I want them to disappear
So clueless, so unclear
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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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