Stephanie Cross

Talking in terms of poetry, I am those dialects that trek throughout your veins & make everything seem like a dream.
Those rhymes that are incomparable to any you have heard before; those metaphors that are awe-inspiring.
I am only me.
Poetry, writing and music are my life.
Art and creativity are second nature to me and without them I wouldn't be who I am.

Let me tell you a secret...
One of which you already know,
But have yet to understand.
Revolving around the energies of abstract & literal energies you will find a tiny girl dressed in black.
Be aware of what you perceive.
All is not an illusion.
All is not lost.
Your dreams are dancing around your head & your eyes beg to be caressed by the beauty Mother Nature witholds.
I have found this beauty within the emptiness & within the metaphysical extremities that one can only fathom.
Your soul is searching...
Find what it is searching for.

I am a health/organic food junkie, and, yes, I do like to work out.
Water & tea are my favorite beverages.
I do not drink cow's milk.
Edgar Allan Poe is my favorite poet & Salvador Dali & Alex Grey are two of my favorite artists. Spring, Summer & Fall are my favorite seasons and Halloween is my favorite holiday.
I am eco-conscious.
Mother Nature pacifies me.
I am in love with the night & its entirety.
I am a flesh-&-blood Earth element, which means that I am associated with stability, solidarity & practicality.
Earth signs are also realistic, cautious, hard-working & dependable with the power to rise to positions of power & control.
At our worst, we are said to be highly materialistic, limited in outlook, inhibited, negative, introverted & not very sociable.
In judgement of friends, earth signs are said to be generally reserved & cautious yet fairly passionate, always committed to friends and partners.

Merging Entropy

Two ideas clashing

These diverse points of view greatly crashing

In waves to merge with knowledge relapsing

The ego sets the mind frame right

While two lover’s souls spin intangible threads

Clenching chaos forms a misinterpreted trust

And attempts to seize it before it falls to dust

There’s an undeniable reason behind tragedy’s beckoning

To recall the beauty curiously haunting warm flesh subjectively

Its absence would cause deterioration

Of the love that advanced from liberation

And it’s grown and fought for recognition

So entropy will forever manifest or destruct a two-minded world

Because love cannot thrive alone in structured perfection

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Stephanie Cross