tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55275162011-04-21T20:30:55.870-06:00Writing makes my soul sing and my heart dance. I quite literally have been writing since I could first hold a pencil. Writing brings me pleasure, and it brings me peace. It's the best therapy I know, though it's not a cure-all by any means. Enjoy the writing, but remember, IT'S MINE...and if you steal it, I will find out about it. All work on this site ©2003-2008 (and beyond!).Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-45556029981454524632008-04-24T23:59:00.001-06:002008-04-25T00:01:46.716-06:00

it's beentoo longsince i feltnirvanaon thebigbluecouch.gentle touches.sweet, deepkisses.the promise oftomorrow.i'm scaredthatI am notworthyof suchpleasure.do imake youhappy?even alittlebit?we agreedtobe honest.becausewhenwe cometo oursenses,we wanttobethe samefriends wealwayswere.is thisgettinginthe way?please,be honestwithmenow.© 2008 all rights reserved

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-91034428146264643292007-11-26T16:50:00.000-07:002007-11-26T16:53:30.701-07:00

It is all about him.I don't countI because i am hisDirty little secret.If things with her were perfectthen he wouldn't need me, would he?I rest my case.I am done.è interamente circa luinon contoperché sono suopiccolo segreto sporcose le cose con lei fossero perfette allora non lo avrebbe bisogno di?riposo la mia cassasono rifinito©2007 all rights reserved(the Italian translation isn't perfect)

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I torture myself with what I can't haveDays upon end I tell myselfIf I'm goodIt will be understoodWhat it all meansA touch, a look, a kissTime with you is all I askIf I'm good, will you reward meWith you exclusively?What does it all mean?I see you there, in my sightJust out of reachJust out of reach There's an invisible borderA line I can't crossThe walls go up, I try to knock them downI see you

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-80193674660260833922007-03-27T21:37:00.001-06:002007-04-09T20:45:02.728-06:00

it was good...to see youtouch youhold youkiss you...don't be a strangeri've missed you...being with youtalkingkissingjust being...with youbut there's a whole world of yours that i'm not even a part ofnot even remotelyi wish i knew where all this would leadperhaps nowhere. perhaps somewhere neither of us expectsdon't be a strangeryour visit: it was much too short*sigh*©2007, all rights reserved

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1142545203514084892006-07-14T18:25:00.000-06:002006-07-17T19:37:11.030-06:00

I'm scared to open up too much, yet I want you to see me for who I amOverloaded with so much crap I can't see straightPraying you understand why I just can't seem... to burden youYou're more than understandingAnd that's why I'll never be good enough for youSo I keep you at a safe distanceBecause in your presence, I am lostAnd behind this correspondenceI can keep some form of sanityWithout

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1137134138969253922006-01-12T23:32:00.000-07:002006-05-27T15:36:38.330-06:00

I stand before youA sinner in the eyes of the worldIn my defense, I did what I thought was bestAnd left the bad influences behind.I did what was right for meAnd to stay would have meant certain perilIf you still want to condemn meFor whatever sin you think I've committedBy all means proceedMay I remind you that if you are wrongYou will have to live with yourselvesAnd your choices for the rest of

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Untitled 9.23.05As a snake shedding its skinso must Iof the past I find myself bound to.Chains have been brokenFreedom tastedNew horizons to discover.Nobody knows it better than I.New futures forgedNew friends madeNew thoughts to replace the oldTo find I had been wrong all this time.I want to go back, maybe someday,To that place I willingly called homeAnd maybe stay here in a place I thoughtI was

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1122789247668220652005-07-30T23:49:00.000-06:002005-07-30T23:54:07.673-06:00

A different time, a different placeI'd feel the touch of your handsupon my faceFeeling your lips upon mineTranscending time and spaceYour strong arms around meBecoming lost in your embraceWe could have all of theseIf only for a different time,a different place©2005, all rights reserved

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1113068748561297392005-04-09T11:03:00.000-06:002005-04-09T11:45:48.563-06:00

I am not the same person I was three years ago.I know in that time I have changed muchPerhaps for the better, perhaps not.It's not for me to say.I know I gave it a fighting chance to surviveBut it takes two to keep love alive.Bouncing between present and past,and back yet againI could not, with love alone,change the die once cast.You showed me things I needed to know.And for that I will always

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1093328421673891072005-03-02T10:45:00.000-07:002005-03-02T12:24:34.446-07:00

Fair Warning: This post contains mature themes and sexual situations. If you do not wish to read items containing said content, feel free to leave. If you do read this and disagree with the content of this post, please don't leave me a comment complaining about it, as this is what this warning is for. This post ©2004-05, all rights reserved. Thank you.And now,Pieces of a Dream====================

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1109406991199144372005-02-26T01:34:00.000-07:002005-02-26T01:36:31.200-07:00

"Dirty Little Secret"Quite polite and so refinedor am I just gonna blow their mindsBeauty queen or rocker chickC'mon honey, take your pickWhatever is it I am to youDoes it make you do the things you do?I'll lay even money to betThat all i am is yourdirty little secretIt started one night at the rock n roll showPublic stares and private touchesWhat the hell, no one will know.You talk a good game

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1104905224734300182005-01-04T23:00:00.000-07:002005-01-04T23:07:04.736-07:00

I don't know how I ever got through it It threatened to consume me whole My life flashed before me But I would not let it take its toll Save my life, I know there must be more than this Save my life, I want to taste its sweet kiss I refuse to believe that's all there is for me The demons in my head can't be allowed to consume me I must be strong enough to fight back the ones who want me to

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1099936815054757812004-11-08T10:59:00.000-07:002004-11-09T02:26:13.266-07:00

Sometimes I wonder what you think of me, and sometimes I just want to let it be Please don't tease me with terms of endearment you don't mean. I know your situation, and there is no room in it for me. Please, don't lead me down that path again Only to abandon me to my fantasies. I know where I stand. Yet, I know not where I am going. Only that I know I am not yet there. ©2004, all rights

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1097439234805050002004-10-10T14:05:00.000-06:002004-10-10T14:13:54.806-06:00

Your past is calling. Again. Its siren song rings in your ears You feel the familiar pull of a life you know brings you down But, you are unable to resist I see someone off in the distance A man who looks like you Upon further examination He is not you at all Only my longing for you to be here with me. Can you hear me calling? Does my siren song tempt you To leave your past behind and Start a

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1095305767189417052004-09-15T21:35:00.000-06:002004-09-15T21:36:07.190-06:00

you. me. artist's pens. poet's words. we would make a great team. allow the poet to dream. and watch the dreams come to life from your talented pens. ©1998-2004, all right reserved

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1095305471807631952004-09-15T21:28:00.000-06:002004-09-15T21:34:45.860-06:00

My life is a hurricane. Force five and increasing. My soul can take no more of the battering it has been subjected to. The toll is high And I am not prepared to pay such a high cost for my sanity. The winds whip through my existance and cause damage I cannot repair alone. But no one seems to be there when I need them most. I am afraid I will never recover Then what will become of me? Just another

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1094750753027311152004-09-09T12:23:00.000-06:002004-09-09T11:25:53.026-06:00

Take me to the golden fields Where the heroes of war are laid; Please, honor them with respect The ultimate sacrifice made; Pray for the loved ones left beneath Those gleaming markers of stone; They gave all to keep us free Never they will be alone, For God keeps them in His care Their final honor won; Their names written in His own hand Beside the name of His Son. Take me to the golden fields

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You are the one who captured my heart, and Made me believe in love again Yet now my heart is breaking once more I fear that love has once again passed me by I can't wait for someday for "you never know" If there is room in your life for me Please tell me now or set me free ©2004, all rights reserved

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1085971611631067482004-05-30T20:41:00.000-06:002004-05-30T20:46:51.630-06:00

Lord, watch over him, Keep him safe. Touch his heart, It's not too late He needs someone Who understands his plight Send him down my way, Lord Let him know it will be all right. You know my love is true, Only for him, on my life I swear Touch his soul, let him know That I will always be there. O lord, hear my plea Of this I do pray Calm his doubts, his fears this night, That all will look better

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1085068714143505532004-05-20T09:48:00.000-06:002004-05-20T09:58:34.143-06:00

If you could only see what I see That you are Kind Thoughtful Giving Wise and that you have a good heart I see these things when I look at you, when I think of you I overlook the things you've done that hurt me. And, maybe I'm a fool, but that's not for me to say. However, I digress... You don't-- or can't See these things in

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I can only pray that maybe someday You'll see what you've thrown away. I hope you are happy, but I think you are afraid to be. All you've ever known is disappointment. Are you afraid you wouldn't know how to be happy? Trust me. Trust in me. Believe in the power of the love I have for you. You know it's true; I believe in you. ©2004, all rights reserved

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1071080814328591882003-12-10T11:26:00.000-07:002003-12-10T11:27:39.750-07:00

I talk to you and you don't seem to be interested As you once were in my life You asked about how I was, what I was up to Now, I feel you just don't care You've decided, yet again, to give your past another chance And I wonder what you didn't learn the last time you did this? Now there are the women who can't wait to throw themselves at you How can I compete? I just don't see where I fit in the

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-106891676821102162003-11-15T10:19:00.000-07:002003-11-15T10:19:49.013-07:00

I hope this message finds you well. I guess you're happy, as far as I can tell. I've never stopped caring for you, on that you can bet; And maybe we'll be together yet; But for now, I'll have to let you see, That all I have to offer you is me. No fancy schmancy things I've got, Because right now, I have not. I know I can not compete with your past; And, not even you are sure it will last. I wish

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1059455969875777812003-07-28T23:19:00.000-06:002003-07-28T23:19:29.883-06:00

While I sit in amazement that we made it, Barely, thru our first year I realize that it is still a test. A test of faith; A test of hope; A test of love. There were, and still are, Obsticles that threaten to Impede the progress we've made Towards a life together. Distance is the biggest one Facing us now. After midnight, I sit here Knowing you love me, yet Wondering if a life together is

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1058029471963979892003-07-12T11:04:00.000-06:002003-07-12T11:04:31.946-06:00

A test of faith. In the last year, everything in my life as I know it had been turned upside-down. I got fired from a job that I really didn't like, but needed; I was diagnosed with a chronic illness; I had intimate relationships with men who were not really good for my self esteem; And, I fell unalterably in love with a man who I am certain cares for me deeply, but just doesn't realize it,

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1057719954127951572003-07-08T21:05:00.000-06:002003-07-08T21:05:54.153-06:00

You showed me a new world One where I felt I belonged No one judging me, assuming the worst About the life I lead that they knew nothing about. You taught me lessons I should have already known I needed a reminder that I was worthy of the love you so freely gave to me Your wisdom belies your youth Lessons you learned under duress I never experienced the things you had seen at such a young age.

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1057030980146675682003-06-30T21:43:00.000-06:002003-06-30T21:43:26.840-06:00

1.) You will always have Me as a friend forever Know I still love you 2.) The Rebel Redhead: She wears her heart on her sleeve And loves without question.

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Will I ever see you again? Feel your touch, your warm embrace? Have all the chances I had been squandered in my attempts to be happy? Your words cut me like razors Tiny ribbons of crimson flow across my heart Was it all worth it to wound my spirit? She says to you: don't talk to her But you, defiant, talk to me anyway. I have no problems with her, she tells you to tell me However, it is obvious

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1056952441360460172003-06-29T23:54:00.000-06:002003-06-29T23:54:01.366-06:00

I've been missing you fiercely all these months Now, it looks like we're going to reunite Restart, resume. I cannot wait to be in your arms again- To feel the touch of your skin, The urgency of your lips upon mine To feel safe again. There was something missing My life appeared in control from the outside Inside, it was in chaos. Bangor was the first time I felt that someone saw me

Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07918566967011865012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5527516.post-1056939378525258932003-06-29T20:16:00.000-06:002003-06-29T20:16:18.573-06:00

October 12, 1984, 11:30am Poplarville, Mississippi The news she had feared had come to pass. Cancer. I cannot handle this, she thought. I know what happens during exams, during chemo, and I can't put my family through that. It would be better if I took care of it right now. He husband was home today, there being no work for him during this supposedly prosperous time. Her son was at school.

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