Stephanie's Written Works

I thought I would share my favorite poem with everyone When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer Walt Whitman When I heard the learn'd astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; Till rising and gliding out, I wander'd off by myself, In the... Sign in to see full entry.

The Voice There is a voice inside my head why have I listened to everything is has said? The concience of the inner thought redeems all that is forgot. It compensates all feelings undead. © Stephanie Minor 2008 Sign in to see full entry.

Lies Lies are words meant to fly, they have no answers to the question why. Once they're out they don't come back, you don't know what their about once under attack. Lies are words you can't deny. © Stephanie Minor 2008 Sign in to see full entry.

Sacred Treasure Commandeer the trade of death- For the love that is now sought- What is to live- If only to meet death brokenhearted. Alas- Only in love- May peace be found- But peace there is no peace- When swimming in the depths of hatred’s Cold waters. If death were to rise up tomorrow- In bitterness of love’s genesis- Die with a clear conscience- Without trespass of hatred’s dangerous waters. For in the present- Hatred follows in the midst of hatred- But if love can be sought- Then seek it-... Sign in to see full entry.

Colorblind I see no color- but yet I see beauty. Without color- the world is a beautiful place. In no way- can one be better than another. When there is color- it is all that is seen. Not character nor dreams- for in this diverse world- those attributes commonly go unseen. Colorblind- no color do I see- Instead I view the depths of the human heart- and it is beautiful. Sign in to see full entry.