by Helen P. Stephens | 8 Aug, 2020 | Blog |
I’d always had a fluffy, rose-tinted, radial-blurred image in my head of authors: spending a seven hour working day, in front of their keyboard, writing their stories. All day, everyday. I imagined that somehow, they just knew what to write. When I wrote my...
by Helen P. Stephens | 24 Jul, 2020 | Poems |
When I walk down the road I know I’m not alone The usual stares and silent mirth Accompany me home I don’t know why, they feel the need to notice me I guess it’s just the way things are Sometimes I just want the ground to open up and swallow me But I...
by Helen P. Stephens | 24 Jul, 2020 | Poems |
Sometimes The words I speak Sound so cruel I can hardly believe It’s my voice speaking Sometimes the things I do are so cruel I can hardly believe they are my actions Sometimes The thoughts I think appear to be So cruel I can hardly believe it’s my brain...
by Helen P. Stephens | 24 Jul, 2020 | Poems |
When you say how you feel Say it again And then say it a third time To make sure it sounds right Words you speak Sound so good to each other And others listening Smile sweetly They don’t have to be words of love Or even words of Intellectual understanding Just...
by Helen P. Stephens | 24 Jul, 2020 | Poems |
I open up my soul I’m so transparent He breaks my heart Everyone can see I wear my heart Upon my sleeve The fear eats away I am blind I cannot see the pain He is about to cause It hits me Takes me by surprise My legs wobble My hands shake My heart beats It hurts...
