Poetic Representation

You are my life, my love, my inspiration I cannot continue in this journey with the idea of your discontent I pray for you, for your strength and for your safety You may not know about all I do while I am gone But know my journey is always to a better end Our paths sometime are parallel and distant But we are always on a journey connected by a bond Connected by a pureness that no one could ever destroy For the times you are hurting and feel alone Know that my heart is next to you Do not concentrate on the now, but gaze onto the future Pains of now are just motivation for when... When is the piece to the puzzle that no one else could fit The wonders and thoughts, the hope, and the faith For many years I have been paving a pathway for your safety So don't give up on me yet My heart laments while I am away The pain I see in your eyes when I return is like torture to my soul Better is coming and I want you to hold on The roller coaster is coming to and end And we...

WBS 7-24-2000 My Love, Mi Amor I adore you unlocked my door and threw all my shackles on the floor you challenged me to explore a whole new situation I've been lured sure, unsure I want reasons for more good, bad, rich or poor inside my heart you always tour one, two, three, or four either one, either or regardless, I'm what you scored within my love's core though you're not what I live for I am secure you are what I bought love is what I wore you are mine I am yours one chapter closed with a whole knew me born you unlocked my door and you, I adore My Love, Mi Amor

WBS 3/2/1999 Beautiful in every way Upon the pedestal, there I stay Living in the moments of time still young The moon is lesser for I am the sun Being of wonder and love Jewels and pearl hand full and glove Endless talent there to share Act of mercy oh so fare Heart never once yet broke Never the cast of one's new yoke Soul to harmonize with time all so well until my cup runneth over with wine By my beautiful past to be made renown In script to be forever shown echoing to the future with melodious sounds I am loose and I am free I am the one who they call Stephinie!

WBS 8/1/2000 I loved you dearly You always had a place in my heart but it will never be the same without you near me Your friendship could never be replaced by anyone our special bond held between us could not be undone our relationship meant so much more more than any word in the world could explain but still you never returned through those doors Why couldn't you stay? I sit and ask myself every night and day at nights I catch myself waking up to realize you are not there covering up all the pain that my heart bears I wonder are your nights so lonely and your days so sad? my heart will never let go of all the time we shared and the love we had. Why couldn't you stay is a questions I'll try to leave in the past I thought our love was bigger than the both of us but good things never last now I am here and you there separated by exclusion because my love you do not fair am I to move on and forget about us or try to bury you so my heart and mi...

WBS 1997 Unsure of what should be done uncontrollable balance of h pleasurable involvement of fun in containment trapped shackled to the ball and chain of life waiting to be snapped all experiences of love and endurance virtual reality without love insurance unable to obtain the life of which have been conformed to be listening ears open mind but loss of sight not able to see stable base of relations but without affection physical and mental link but without connection feel of unobtrusive resentment although behavior of such resplendence thoughts to be unequivocally defined to understand my situation with you eyes not mine

WBS 1997 This is a poem I wrote when I took a creative writing class in high school. You kind of have to look beyond the words to figure out what it is saying. I have the feeling on ONEness I'm open, but there seems I won't be two I feel I'm ENOLA at times maybe I could be together with a new A feeling of eternal NSDSASE to live with me FOREVER But this EMOSOWT, I hope it won't be NEVER this NESSLONELI has captured me in a whole new Vision.

You can be blind by what you see or also deaf by what you hear and don't understand how trust could hide behind fear You can soar high but sway low you can stop now although you are able to go You can be touched but you are intangible you can speak, but you're dumb all feeling of you is there even though your body is numb you can love, but thyself you hate you can feel sleepy, but stay awake if you leave now, you'll be on time but stay a second late and be late you can be renown unto men or forgotten by the past there could be true feelings of happiness but joy doesn't last you can be poor, but also be very prosperous you can be strong, but very weak if you look inside your body your soul might have treasures there to keep you can see the colors of life though your mind dreams in shade visions of the mind to be made you have just begun, but didn't start you are alive, but really your dead your mind could be roaming somewhere but actually...

If time could repeat the past Would I want it to be changed? Would I alter my existing future? Or allow everything to remain the same? Would I go back a few days? Or go back to my early years? Would I be able to stop the pain? Or would I just have to endure with tears? If I could go back to my birth Would I be able to find you? Would my life be mark for disaster? Or would it be a better new? Would I feel a missing piece? Or would I feel all the same? Would I want to mend, What lies in forever and always? WBS 1995

My life was flowing to a certain tune Then I met this stranger All of my likes and dislikes were at question This stranger opened my eyes My friends slipped into the role of an acquaintance While all along this stranger was taking position How can a stranger bring feelings of such desire? This stranger began to answer many questions In which I could not answer When this stranger kissed the core of my vessel I knew that this stranger was special It brought on emotions of joy and happiness This stranger was all along LOVE.

When I was 10 I heard a song that changed my life. I was going through a stage in life where I felt as if I did not belong. I grew up in a foster home (I call her mom even today). I always knew that my mother was somewhere else, but I wanted to know me and felt that I was lost in another world. This song must have been remade by a female artist, but I was not able to find her video or recording, but these are the words that made me want to express myself through verse: I wonder who paints the skies so blue  Who makes the snow flakes white  Who wakes the sun up every day  And lights the stars at night  Who perfumes all the roses  Early in the spring  And tells each little robin  Just what melody to sing  I wonder how each mother knows  What baby tries to say  Why little children learn to walk  And someday walk away  I wonder why the rainbow  Follows rain and thunder  I wish that I could tell you why  But I can o...

WBS 8/10/2000 I have now stepped up to a new life the time has come for me to let go of my past These tears are like a refreshment to ceasing the torture of a sharp knife Omitting all the triumphs for all they do trouble I have surpassed Now that I have touched the lips of a love so true Bringing such beauty in all areas of need it seems, love's bumble bee has stung us two planting all new blossoms rid of annoying weeds this love has brought me a long way but yet my heart is afraid time has quickened having old relationships sway but I willingly took upon what my loving heart had laid.

I normally don't do this; but here is a live spoken word video taken of me at a open mic. Don't judge how I am reading. I normally try to memorize, but I was not sure if I was going to go up or not. Let me know what you think! Hear My Humble Cry

There's a neon flashing light that says EXIT But I am trapped I want to run I want to hide But my mind has collapsed The end is racing toward my future My future is fading fast How can I escape this catatonic seizure of my mind Can I take a step back to be in my past? A time with exits and open doors But instead I'm stuck Glued Sweat galloping through my pores Then I look up and see my number My final number I silently begin to pray A voice speaks to me A voice so confident and so aggressive saying "How would you like to pay?" I can't believe I just spent this much money on on shoes!

This is not one of my favorites, but I feel that there may be others out there in the world that would like this. WBS 9/1/99 My senses are fading fast I can not see what is before my blinded eyes I can not hear the spoken word through my deafened ears I can not taste the sweet nectar, my tongue is numb I can not sing the pleasant melodies, I am dumb All I have left is the touch, but it too is coming to an end, a halt, to become intangible. If my senses leave my weary temple, will I become lesser in my knowledge and understandings If I can not see the end, will it come If I can not hear the cry, will there be tears If I can not taste the bitterness of life, will it get better If I can not sing a song of joy, will the world be forever in agony If I can not touch the hearts of many, will there be a mournful loss before us Will I keep putting blame on the path to destruction or try to change the map to my survival guide

WBS 10/15/98 I am in control of the uncontrollable self of mine I stepped down from the life of conforming theories led by others I am on the open road of timeless space adjusting to life as my own person free from all that was thrown down on me causing me to fall I am now standing standing higher than before a time that brought me triumphs and a time that caused me sorrows and pain finding answers to all a question put before my mind to ponder I have been made free as the ocean waves gliding towards the beach I am as open as the air we breathe I learned to be myself wonderfully only I could be me wonderfully free.

WBS 8/1/1997 Snowflakes fall like the tears from my eyes the whiteness hides the wetness from the tears of cry the snow falls in a noisy silence too loud for my ears truly hears these flakes fall into piles building on top of all my fears the cold weeping air send a quivering chill but then love comes in with the sun to melt all the snow at will.

WBS 7/8/2001 I sang this to my son when I was pregnant. Colorful Lullaby Swaying softly back and fro wonderful colors all in a row red with smile bright on your cheeks blue blue sky I'd like to keep shining yellow sun up in the sky a white row of cloud just passing by but nothing compares to the color I see laid up on my precious baby I sing and rock you till you sleep counting the many baa baa sheep close your eyes and don't make a sound just watch the colors go round and round now, this lullaby has to end but I'll sing it again and again.

I'm in a sea of loneliness Fishing for love Hoping for the bite of s shark I sojourn through time Anxious for a perfect catch So I can reel in happiness And completion Find an end to this fallacy Called life Each hour spent welded To the reductions To void self Of The polluted dynasty That lays before me I slip into the abyss Momentarily forgetting My revolutionary commitment Always to be instantaneously reminded I'm in a sea of loneliness But love doesn't float my way WBS 12/1/04

Dedicated to Candy Green WBS 1/27/2014 What is this that I have found a box just sitting here I inquisitively examine the box puzzled with interest and a slight fear fear of the unknown but desiring to navigate myself inside pulling back the tape but to my surprise When I look inside  all I see is... An Empty Box

Chosen by Paul... WBS 1/27/14 I remember the time... We used to wake up early in the morning on a summer day just after sun would rise we would find a team some turners, some jumpers we had to fulfill our double dutch high we could not get enough we would jump all day no time to stop and eat or even allow our little sisters to play I remember the time... We pretended to be super heroes racing in the yard we would climb up on the picnic table and think "flying can't be hard" we would make up new adventures and create our own worlds where everyone was equal no just boy and girl I remember the time... We were excited to go to school we had an unrequited love or was it just a crush we would try to get his attention and when he calls on us, we would just blush I have to remember these times because I admired my youth a time when my heart was pure a time when I thought love was connected to truth.

Dedicated to Anonymous Cell Phone Love I have been in a monogamous relationship with my cell phone for the last two years. but I am beginning to wonder if the grass is greener with another model. I don't want to cheat and have my phone in tears. I loved my phone when we first met. we were in bliss, but now it has changed and has become like the rest. If I just go browsing for others while using my phone am I wrong? I cannot even get my phone to play my favorite song. My phone has left me all alone. I don't want to make any speculations, but I searched and couldn't find it only to return in some obvious location It hangs up on me right in the middle of a call. When I hold it tight, it would rather leap out of my hands and fall It has begun to be complacent and aloof with all of its cracks and scratches on on its face it even just sits there when I need it to move. I speak to it and it acts like I'm speaking Spanish. And it likes to quit on m...

This poem is the first to dedicate to a reader, Nessa Writing My mind is flowing through an ocean of words trying to find a piece to a puzzle an ending to a verse Words grasping for air hoping that they are the ones chosen strutting across my mind, trying to add flare Each word chosen and given an applause standing high on a pedestal of rhyme being without error, without flaw Each word becomes a ballerina dancing on the page catching its readers with amazement causing an epic symbolic hypnotic gaze WBS 1/17/14

For my next entry, I want my audience to chose a topic, theme, or anything that you would like for me to write about. I will pause on the old poems until I get response for a new one. I will try to commit to write a poem (at least 8 bars) for each response I get. Who's up for the challenge?

Written 2-8-99 I am like to sparrow injured from its flight trapped in captivity with bondage tight no escape but get well cry for discovery but no help yearn for freedom song ringing bell no knowledge but what has been learned of my own wit being a moments exit from pain of bliss taught must be again to fly stay no longer for if I do I will surely die.

Written 5/12/99 A handsome heart is not like the norm but it spreads love in the ultimate form a heart of love and passion being with joy and happiness everlasting oh how lovely is thou now humbly I pledge my vow to a handsome heart let not your love ever part