Stephen Howard Poems

In this room I feel hopeless.
In the other room I see and feel darkness.
I retreat deeper into the hopeless room.
I can’t help but to think …
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A Freshman enters through the doors of an unfamiliar school.
He looks around trying to find a friendly face.
Now he wanders the halls looking for anyone to befriend.
Through the chaos of the hurried bodies, he sees her,
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A single tear arises in thine eye.
She walks away with a snow white scarf around her soft
neck.
Swallowing the remnants of pride
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A red rose petal slowly descends down to the earth.
Falling ever so slowly.
It floats down to meet its new embrace.
Yet the petal twists and turns;
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A field of green grass awaits me.
I have been on this grass before and it brought suffering and
anguish.
I wait for the pure colors of pink and red to cover all of the
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I have come knocking on your door again.
Through the empty halls we roam.
And into my trembling arms you fall
Standing in our embrace.
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Standing in your kitchen.
I await your answer.
Through the silence, a door breaks open.
You ignore my question.
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The eve of my death, a baby was born, and this kept me alive.
The eve of my death, a baby took her first stumbling steps, and this kept me
alive.
The eve of my death, a school bus filled with laughing children drove away,
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Greater do I feel today, above all other days,
Yet not one person sees me.
Normal do I feel today, like the rest of the days,
Yet not one person sees me.
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The crack of the unbroken spine,35 years
untouched.
This piece of genius was never held,
never explored.
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