Touch me,
Run your fingers up and down my spine,
No room to be misunderstood,
You must read between the lines.
Wipe away that naughty look!
Although you are in love with me,
Keep in mind, I am only a book!
Heather Stevens
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Art, in its many forms, has been and remained my outlet in everyday life. I believe that art is the one true passage way for the soul to communicate with the rest of the world. Being an artist has introduced me to people, cultures, and experiences I would have never had otherwise. As you read any of my poetry, music, view my art or listen to any of my audio poems, I hope that you look and listen with an open spirit. If I'm able to paint a picture of any kind in your mind, that's what counts. June of 2013 I published my second poetry book entitled "One". In 2010, I wrote and recorded my first single, "Love is not for the weak" Back in 2008, I opened a small painting business "Custom Creations" Yes, I love the arts! As of right now, I am working on another book, a comedy actually! A real life look at the dating scene in your 30's. You definitely wont want to miss this one! I still run "Custom Creations" and I am a poetry junky and will never put the pen down!
Loner minus the lonely
Fortunately for her, she was a loner.
Never concerning herself with the midnight luxuries so many chased,
the constant need to remain fast paced, solitude was her place.
What consumed her now was of thicker value.
Tighter knots of wisdom and robust intellect.
Speaking her truth, aiming for the more direct.
Cutting ties with many, only to with herself find more connect.
Naked Soul
The first drop is always the most courageous.
Leaping from the hands of God, a place of perfection,
Falling faster and faster, with the speed of no direction.
Lack of malice, holding no contention,
sweetly,
softly,
landing peacefully kissing my forehead, caressing away my tension.
More courageous drops begin to follow,
This brings on a dewy dimension.
Cleansing all of my worries, dissolving my misconceptions,
Beneath my feet,
something has caught my attention.
It is me!
My naked soul’s reflection.
She was the color
In a world of black and white,
she was the color.
By not her vivid beauty,
yet by the smile, through her suffer.
Poised in her position,
authentic in her vision.
Never altered by her ego,
faithful to all her words written.
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As the time nears, I am getting ready for an emotion filled day! I set my alarms, and I am busy collecting writing prompts! This is an awesome idea and I’m excited to be a part of it! Another idea, I will be taking a small video each hour just documenting how I’m feeling with each new hour! Cant wait to read everyone’s work!