Steph S. Writing

Me What’s inside me is invisible to most, even in clear view, First impressions do not match my caring nature. I set my min..

My Endowment In the mirror window of the lake I see a reflection, A gentler version of me, looking straight into those irrational eye..

This is what freedom feels like for me...

Vice Shaking I smelled it, the intent air down the sidewalk, I watched his face looking more enthusiastic after every moment, Get aw..

A poem from the perspective of different narrators and their views on tragedy

Compartment 114
Compartment 114

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When love is lost...

Lines of Conversation The morbid silence crawls through, As I see those distant cold eyes, The eyes that left in a heartbeat, With em..

Just some things I wonder about sometimes :P