Welcome
Welcome to poetSTOIC...I am in the middle of revamping this site, so until then, you might only be able to get this one page......I'm thinking I will make it one nice, long page with some page anchors.....you know, maybe a div or something...I'm not sure.....but until then...
About
poetSTOIC is an online literary site. Its goal is to provide you with intellectual material that may instill upon you a sense of well-being. If a particular poem really is an inspiration to you, please let me know. I would love to know that I have touched someone! All poems and literature are created by me, Brooke, so please do not copy them and claim them as your own. I will be happy to let you quote them, with proper link-backs and credit, of course. All you need to do is email me and ask for the permission...I will check to see if you are linking! Please take a moment to visit the links that are not part of my site. They have beautiful webpage resources and this site could not have been born without them! Enjoy your stay and have a look around!
Love,
Brooke
Credits
The only credits here are AtPictures, where I got the 2 pictures of J. Lo, and my creative little brain. Layout designed in Adobe Photoshop 7.0 and lovingly coded in Notepad. For all of your HTML questions, visit LEIA. Check out the forum where one of the mods or other members will answer you.
Poems
"Willing Suffocation"
Thoughts of You
encompass my every thought.
For fleeting moments,
You are my inspiration.
And every thought,
dripping with syrupy sweet
adoration,
scatters like a horse bred
with star-laced wings
into the amber gaze
of the sun,
until I am left
speechless.
I cannot utter a breath,
for it is gone.
I cannot cease
to dream of the
faint solace I find
in the totality of my dreams.
These Heaven-sent comforts to me,
the only dictator of my affection;
they, prolific of dreams lain
in twilight,
requisite of nothing less
than total devotion,
consume every spare
breath and leave me
awestruck.
"The Puppet Show"
Mount the stair while
Lights shine brilliantly.
In the spotlight
but only for 15 mere minutes of
your life.
Take a close look at
your visage, your costume.
When will you ever realize
that you are
disillusioned in thinking
you are a
simple puppet?
Fate, your puppeteer,
commands you to dance,
but you cannot pick
the tune.
You cannot realize
your individuality.
No, you must paint
a lie across your face
and tell the world
how helpless you are.
Your strings tether
you to false hope,
strife, agaony, and
tears stream down
your hollow cheeks.
All your life you've
lived this lie and
believed that you
could not choose your
path.
Carpe Diem! Afterall,
all the world's a stage.
"Your Probability"
Is it too much
to ask the impossible?
To yearn for a place
where a night in the
sun is commonplace?
To long for both sun
and rain to kiss
my face at once?
Such a mighty desire
for no special
purpose-
and then,
if only to see you,
I would be happy
inasmuch as this:
that you are yet
The Impossible
To know that my wish
can be granted
by a mere thought
of You,
And you will shine
throughout my dreams,
and shine while
I shed tears
of joy;
And impossible
becomes possible.
