Biography of Stefanie Fontker
I write under a pen name (a pretty crappy one, at that) : if you've seen my work on other sites under what I assume would have to be my real name, you're probably not mistaken. Feel free to interrogate me though.
A lot of the stuff I have on my account here is rather old, some of it a bit embarrassing, so please bear with me.
Stefanie Fontker Poems
A Bitter Kiss
Such a bitter kiss Bestowed by thy lips I lay upon the ground A fight so unimaginable
Mad Woman, Where are you kept? Hidden amongst the others Those like you,
You stare at me, Like I'm someone else. My words have hit With a force too shrewd.
I could not meet you Too far away, we stretch Longing for one another But science would not
Many speak of monsters. The devil we know, The demon under our covers. But are these not
Among The Ashes
Would you come back To search for my face Among the ashes? To burn is to cleanse,
You have stripped the world Of conversation, friendship and love And offer nothing but unsatisfactory Substitutions of scratching and feasting.
Cutting off layers of unwanted skin, Coming undone inside of one’s self. Float beyond water’s edge, cry silently.
I watch you swallow the rain. You like the taste of suffering, Your heart beats for spilt blood. Arms spread apart, face to the sky.
Esse Quam Videri
My age is my own. Steal it you may, But it will continue Its long reign.
None of it matters. No matter where I go, What direction I turn, There are men, women
A Battle of Virtue
What virtue could you keep If they all have angry eyes, And knives of dripping blood? Ready to murder, to rape
All That Is Gold
Comfortable in the mystical Belief that by touching gold You'll turn to gold, you smile At those that plan your rape.