The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
STEPHANIE BRIARThe pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
STEPHANIE BRIARI am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
STEPHANIE BRIARDo I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
STEPHANIE BRIARI was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
STEPHANIE BRIARWe usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
STEPHANIE BRIARLight finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
STEPHANIE BRIAROur story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
STEPHANIE BRIARTrauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
STEPHANIE BRIAR“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
STEPHANIE BRIARWhen I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
STEPHANIE BRIARIn the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
STEPHANIE BRIARTo the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
STEPHANIE BRIARI count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
STEPHANIE BRIARPoetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
STEPHANIE BRIARThe stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
STEPHANIE BRIARI fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
STEPHANIE BRIAR