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Taylor Stevenson Poem
For the first time in months, she was happy; truly happy. She didn't have to fake any smiles or scratch her brain in order to carry on a conversation. It came naturally again. All was well.
But then it hit her; all at once.
It was like a twister; destroying everything in its path. She tried to hold it back, but it swallowed her. Taking her back to the dark thoughts she tried so hard to escape. I guess you just can't out run some things.
Then she finally decided, it was time to end this war.
So she wrote her note for the first time in months, and dug out that little black pistol she kept hidden from sight. Sitting in her rocking chair, she listened to her favorite song one last time. As the last beat of the song came, and silence was about to over take the room, there was a loud BANG! Then all was still; not a thing moved, not even time.
Copyright © Taylor Stevenson | Year Posted 2015
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Taylor Stevenson Poem
People underestimate the power of books to those who are truly in love with them. Not just the object, but the idea of the object, the words within the pages. Reading a book is so much more than just reading a book. It’s watching as people’s lives unfold before your very eyes. Fictional people, yes, but still people. It’s learning to love someone based purely on their personality, the words they say, and the things they do, instead of their looks. Books are alive in every sense of the word. They’re our teachers, our secret lovers, and our best friends. They’re the one thing you can turn to if you feel alone, because you are never alone when you are wrapped up with the characters of a good read. You can learn so many things from them if you just look. Look in between the words, directly at the words and everywhere in the middle. You might be surprised at what you learn. I know that if you look deeply enough at the Harry Potter characters, you can learn some very valuable life lessons. Lily Potter taught me that sometimes you have to sacrifice things for the people you love. Fred and George Weasley taught me that life is short so have fun while you can. Sirius Black taught me that you should always protect your loved ones, because they won’t always be around. Arthur Weasley taught me that curiosity is a good thing. Luna Lovegood taught me that it’s OK to be a weird. Who cares if you wear dirigible plum earrings to keep the nargles away? Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley taught me that friends are always going help you when you’re in trouble; not to clean up your messes, but to make them with you. Lord Voldemort taught me that a life without love is barely living, so love and love often. Percy Weasley taught me that your family will always be there for you, no matter how bad you mess things up with them. Hagrid taught me that some of the biggest people are also the biggest teddy bears; so don’t judge a book by its cover. Harry Potter taught me that you may not be able to change your past, but you sure as hell can change your future.
Copyright © Taylor Stevenson | Year Posted 2016
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Taylor Stevenson Poem
When she looks into the stars, nothing in the world matters anymore; she is alone. It’s like she’s in her own little universe and nothing can touch her here. Not sadness or grief. The stars make everything seem okay again; like she’s that little girl once more and innocents over takes her.
But on those nights where she can’t look at her precious stars, she is reminded of that deep pit that sits in the back of her mind and taunts her. The words that carved this very pit echo off its walls and become louder with each echo. The words are painful reminders of her sad excuse for a life. "This isn't living," she thought to herself on the nights where the stars were hidden.
More often than not, she would stay up all night looking at an empty sky; nothing but the moon shone down to her. She missed her stars and the stories they told her. The stars gave her a reason to live. In those empty nights, her mind would wander to the thought of how easy it is to a take a life; how much simpler it would be for others around her.
One particular dark and eerie night, where the stars hid from sight, she decided that if her stars didn't want to show their beauty, neither did she. So she took out a piece of paper and wrote the note that she had memorized; the words of this said note were carved into the wall of the deep, dark pit. She lay in bed clutching the note in one hand, and in the other she held a handful of pills of various size and shape. With one last deep breath, she tossed the pills into her mouth and gulped them down.
She just laid there while the light in her eyes faded like a dying star. Dimmer and dimmer the light grew until there was no light left. Her empty eyes stared out the window as the clouds gave way to show the shinning stars once again. One shining just a little bit brighter than all the rest.
Copyright © Taylor Stevenson | Year Posted 2015
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Taylor Stevenson Poem
As I shut the door, I lock myself away from reality. I pick up my book and prepare for my journey to another dimension. I lay down on my bed and crack open the portal.
The words start flying off the page; the room around me starts to slowly fade away. I no longer inhabit Earth, but instead a realm like no other.
I watch as new characters welcome me in with arms wide open, while familiar characters beckon me home.
I stand as an observer from the sidelines as the scenes play out like a movie; each word pulling me deeper and deeper into this make believe world.
But then I hear it; something calling me back to reality, "Dinner's ready!"
And just like that I'm back in my room with more than an hour passed. I slowly close the portal, set it on my beside table, and head upstairs.
Until we meet again.
Copyright © Taylor Stevenson | Year Posted 2015
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Taylor Stevenson Poem
Never in my life
Would I have thought of you,
And oh the things you do.
Never in my life
Could I think of something so grand,
And not be in some sort of dreamland.
Never ever
Would I wish this isn't true.
Somehow, you made me fall in love with you.
Never in my life
Could someone love me so,
For I am difficult, this I know.
Never in my life
Would I accept a fate as such,
To be loved by someone so much.
Never ever
Could someone replace you,
They simply wouldn't do.
Never in my life
Would I walk away,
I choose you, everyday.
Never in my life
Could I guarantee,
That you will always love me.
Never ever
Would I want you decide I am of no avail,
So promise me you'll stay, never say farewell.
Copyright © Taylor Stevenson | Year Posted 2016
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