Stephanie's Written Works

Setting Sail Dream-set free-achieve gazing upon the elegance of this universe- it would be thoughtless to not believe to let all your hopes disperse. Build a boat designed to reflect all your dreams build a boat painted with determination let your dreams be the sails- blow a gentle breeze and be guided wherever the wind decides. Out on the open sea obstacles may ensue you might be rattled by waves and find yourself lost in the wide expanse but keep floating onward- you'll end up where you should... Sign in to see full entry.

Learning to Paint the Portrait Desire weaves a beautiful lace of fire a beauty of which we never tire. Wishes leave us to have faith in the power of mystical orbs an understanding our comprehension will never truly absorb. Hope entices us to depend on outside forces which ill fated waiting gives us not alternative courses. Need weighs more on the heart than want an unruly affirmation, which life cruelly taunts. Honesty relies on our ability to trust- such delicacy- a single lie can rust. Between... Sign in to see full entry.

Opening Doors We knock before entering to see if our summons will be answered. We lock doors to keep those set on entering from doing so. We build doors so that we can spend life seeing how many we can open. We open doors to see who has the courage to let us in. But the real test that lies in opening doors isn't to always be trusting enough to leave yours open- but to have faith that when you reach for the knob the door you seek will open. © Stephanie Minor 2008 Sign in to see full entry.

The Seed of Life Clods of dirt strewn across a desolate landscape of vagrant thoughts and misguided wishes. Moisten the barren ground and enrich it with nutrients push gently and leave an impression of your thumb, you- forver a part of this mishappen land. Leave a small seed in the rounded home you made watch over it faithfully and administer it with care and watch and witness as it grows. Perfect the beauty it can give- breathe the air it vents- be mindful of the life you gave. For even in the... Sign in to see full entry.

One There is no limit as to the age that love can first be felt or to what degree it can be experienced, so don’t be surprised to learn that I met him sophomore year and don’t be skeptical about how he would make me feel in the near future. He was a transfer student and when I met him I was already engaged in a relationship with someone else and so was he, but those two facts weren’t relevant then because at the moment he was just another guy. One who, in a sense, I had known for many years, but... Sign in to see full entry.