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Stephanie Karas Poem
New Horizons
One.
His lips kiss my skin
Whispering that I am not from sin
Words powered by artificial lust
Weaving lies into my vulnerable mind
Just to make me think it’ll be alright
Crimson regrets that line my arms and heart
Pleading with me that just one more won’t make me depart
One more
One more day I can stay
And pretend that I’m okay
I’m sorry this knife shows me truth
That last kiss is all I remember
To be concerned with the beauty of you bed and what night may hold
When you don’t dare give me a second glance by day
Sometimes it just doesn’t seem worth it
Two.
I still remember
The petrifying walk that led to my impending revelation
My resonating little world crashing in on me
Cornered by the ones I loved
My only savior stripped from me
I was a mess
Three.
So self-absorbed in pity
I was blinded
Sightless to the fact there were others like me
That she was in peril
All caused by my own selfish deeds
Four
Hollowed out and filled up with hate
Paranoia now runs through my veins like a poison
Falling, falling deeper into my own worst nightmare
Five
For the first time in my life he looks at me genuinely
I am no longer a burden but a real live girl
Soft hair, pale skin, and a broken smile
Broken into pieces too small to put back together
Too small to even matter
But big enough to cut me into so many pieces
Six
This is all just getting too hard
I’m falling apart breaking into shards
Twenty new scars
She’s drifting farther than I could have imagined
He’s gone by day
I want to save them
But how can I save them when I can’t save myself?
Seven
God knows I’m no princess
But I’d like by own fairy tale ending once in a while
Now in this tale I play the dual role of villain and victim
Seven months
She begs for this mans approval
And her words still eat right through me
Eight
We’re drifting apart yet
Closer than ever
I can feel the hatred burning in the back of her throat
She’s become a stranger
Nothing more than a narcissist
Nine
Silence
She ended our friendship
With a bullet to the back of the head
Etched into the back of my skull
The words I coulda shoulda woulda never said to you
Left me bound and tied with suicidal memories
You lie until they run out of questions
Darling you told me not to leave
But you’re the one that walked out that door with her already attached to you at the hip with the new name bestie
Ten
She was nothing more than a ghost
A memory so transparent
Fading with each day
Her absence rings louder in my mind
Louder than a bomb
Left me powerless with no direction
How did I fall so far behind?
Eleven
He pulled me out of darkness
Saved me from my own crimson regrets
Stamped out the fire that burned down my confidence
And taught me to breathe
To breathe
To expel the shadows that had nested within my lungs
To clear my infected state of mind
Defeat my own demons
Stitch up my scars
And live
Twelve
Twelve months
Fifty two weeks
Three hundred and sixty five days
Two friends
One love
Scars will heal, but were meant to bleed
And I’m only on page 31 of 365
Beauty can’t grow in darkness
If I want to blossom
I need to climb and reach my new horizon
Copyright © Stephanie Karas | Year Posted 2015
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Stephanie Karas Poem
She’s the type of girl that gets high off the daisies
She wishes on stars That sometimes burn too bright
Even if she may be burned out
She fights razor blade symphonies
With smiles and empathy
Vines climb up her body
Intertwining
Holding those broken pieces together
She’ll fight wars of fire and blood
And still ask how your day was
Buries all her secrets in her skin
And fights the battles you cannot win
She’s a miracle we have to believe in
She breathes poems and lyrics
Her soliloquies are softer and sweeter than any mothers lullaby
Her beauty is pure artwork
Her body is a temple
She is a goddess
Her words have the power to save your sanity
Inspire others to change humanity
Influence the world to live in amity
All without questioning our own vanity
And advocating for equality
She’s an angel encrypted in reality
Her thoughts blossom into fantasies.
She laces your wounds with threads of hope
Her will is stronger than stone
Even when her mindset becomes cloudy
She has prophecys engraved in her bones
She brings light to the shadows in your mind
And faith to balance the emptiness you may find
In her very essence is a love for existence
Justice is what she thrives for
Admiration is what she deserves
She’s the type of girl that believes in
Magic and miracles
In a world so thoughtless
No one else has the strength to
Eternally chase butterflies and wish upon stars that may burn too bright
Copyright © Stephanie Karas | Year Posted 2015
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Stephanie Karas Poem
Disenchanted
Did she love him?
Eyes as bright as the moonlight she slipped away in
Laugh as dark as the world she lived in
Her lips
They were the softest he'd ever touched
But her tongue was dipped in poison
And he's still struggling to breath
She spoke in poems that made his heart beat faster
Her skin was painted with art
Some of her own creation
She was his own personal masterpiece
Her mind was made of galaxies
We'd never understand
Rivers flowed through her veins
She sometimes let drip
Daisies grew in her stomach
She drowned them when she couldn't smile anymore
She's a mystery he still struggles to understand
She's been drowning for a while now
But he didn't know how to swim
Her screams and threats still sound angelic
Despite the demonic in her motive
She used to tell him 'love will kill you slowly."
And he always replied with "Then i guess you'll be the death of me."
Did she love him? She swore that she did
But he saw how she looked and kissed those other men
Making their tongues tie in amazement
At the rhythm she spoke in
The way she fingered their messages
Like she used to do for him
Some say the only man she loved is Jack Daniels
She's been gone for going on two years now
But only God knows when she decided to check out
She still loves the way his heart breaks
With every injustice and deadly fate
She was his sun and stars
But lately she's been bringing more shadow than light
Her skin still burns to touch
Now all he has is the fading whispers of 'please' and this lingering regret
And he tries to recall
The words she etched into his lungs
He tries to remember
Did she love him?
Copyright © Stephanie Karas | Year Posted 2015
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