Stephanie's Written Works

False Hopes Hope! They say, You always must have hope! Don’t be pessimistic- Always expect the best! But was is worse? I ask. To relish hope- To savor the feeling Dwell on your desire- And lay broken hearted When disappointment calls. Or is it indeed better To expect the worst To be a pessimist through and through- And then- Yes, then- When disappointment calls- It does not destroy you- It does not break your heart quite as much, And if, just if, The best does happen- It feels even better... Sign in to see full entry.

The Art of Growing Up A man stood hunched over his easel- a set expression of dismay showed through his wrinkles- he feared his artistry had deteriorated with his health- for no longer did anyone visit to request a painting. The man was about to pack up and call it and early day when a youth who appeared promising cautiously approached. "May I paint you a picture?" asked the man with sincere enthusiasm. "Only if you can paint a picture about what it means to grow up." The old man frowned and... Sign in to see full entry.

Musings About Time As a child: Time goes unnoticed quietly bridging the gap between past and future. As we age: Time becomes our friend- on which we dearly rely but under some circumstances becomes our worst enemy. The Irony: Time seems to move more quickly when we wish it at a standstill. Then it seems to drag on when we wish the moment would pass. The Truth: Time is nothing more than an optical illusion in reality time pregresses in a continuant pace- one hat keeps even rhythm with the tick of... Sign in to see full entry.

Alseep Alseep and ready to endure an alternate reality I dream nothing there is true but i continue to believe. Do I see what i believe while I am asleep yes, I dream of God given truth reality Derived from make-believe reality what is and what is not true I lay asleep and dream everything I believe and there in quiet peace i endure. © Stephanie Minor 2008 Sign in to see full entry.

This is a sestina poem. to write a sestina poem you choose six words to use throughout the poem. Each word is used as the last word of each line...then the the last word of the last line becomes the last word in the first line of the next stanza. Lost Dream I once had a startling dream of how to live my life. To deprive it of all sorrow and replace it all with joy. To withstand al regrets and concentrate on my hopes. I still obtain that undying hope to fullfill that one single dream and to not... Sign in to see full entry.