Stefon Napier : Writing

On the lines of my Old Scars

On the lines of my Old Scars

A Poem by Stefon Napier


I'll cry out when I'm in painbut I'll smile too becauseit means people will hear meand on the lines of my old scarsI'll write poetry and then they'll ..
False Circles and a Full Moon

False Circles and a Full Moon

A Poem by Stefon Napier


Later.Perhaps tomorrow.The next day like it was tomorrowThen a week built of spare changefor a few fizzy moments.Maybe. Then later.Later never remembe..
The Flamingo

The Flamingo

A Poem by Stefon Napier


Within the sphere of my head, I am safe, thoughthere could be a number of things that I am running away from.A stuffed flamingo on a shelf, watches th..
Make Shift Prayer Times

Make Shift Prayer Times

A Poem by Stefon Napier


Death in a bag and ocean floor symptomsfor the afterlife of fame.Fiction derives from the common day.Some days you have to run away with your everyday..
Thoughts of an Outsider

Thoughts of an Outsider

A Poem by Stefon Napier


Alone, like famine in a languageI travel.Footsteps barely clinging to the groundin the wake of frail parched shadowsduring a morning less dawnlike an ..
Death of a CampFire

Death of a CampFire

A Poem by Stefon Napier


I think of that distance which will not in a roadbut for the cracks of pebbles and stones on a grey wildand I contemplate on all the places that I hav..
Surrender to the Tragic

Surrender to the Tragic

A Poem by Stefon Napier


In this world, idealism is only small thing.These towns will surrender,masquerading love before a fermenting mooneven as the heart of the last jukebox..
In Wake of a Saturday Evening

In Wake of a Saturday Evening

A Poem by Stefon Napier


From the window, a Paris breeze unkempt,as she lingers within the naked hourkeeping the famished streets waiting.Her gentleman is fatigue.Her pocketbo..
We're All Running out of Poetry

We're All Running out of Poetry

A Poem by Stefon Napier


We're all running out of poetryinscribing pale imitations of wordsto the left of our hearts.I wonder if I can ever seethe white from the dark again.It..
We're All Running out of Goodbyes

We're All Running out of Goodbyes

A Poem by Stefon Napier


A Continuation of "We're Running Out of Earth" by Devin Mitchell Durbin Side poetry

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