Showing posts with label Creative Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Creative Writing. Show all posts

Monday, 2 October 2017

Eternal Winter | Poem


Artist Unknown. Edited by me.
~X~
"Seasons change and people grow, but sometimes, they don't always grow back with you."
A short poem written and created by me.

Saturday, 16 September 2017

Hands Will Bleed | Poem


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A short poem written and created by me.

Saturday, 26 August 2017

Condemned | Poem Video



"Live to dream; die to escape."
'CONDEMNED' | A poem written and created by me about life and death—our sentence.

Thursday, 24 August 2017

Reborn | Inspiration


An inspirational quote written by me.
Depression isn't weakness; depression isn't you—it's internal death, but you can rise back from it.

Monday, 26 June 2017

Your Worth | Inspiration


A short poetic piece from me to you.  I hope you find it inspirational.
I wanted to play on words when I created this—its theme being money. But unlike money, something that is truly valuable isn't something you can spend. It's you: your self-worth.

Wednesday, 24 May 2017

Descend | Poem


Artwork by Nation17
~X~
 "When you spiral into madness, reach out and break free."
 
'Descend' is a short poem written and created by me. 

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Fragmented | Poem


Artist Unknown
~X~
 "Be careful which buttons you press and which games you test."
'Fragmented' is a short poem written and created by me. As a lover of video games, I wanted to put a spin on when games occur in reality—when it really is game over. This poem can interpreted in one of two ways: a literal gamer, or a metaphorical player. You decide.

Sunday, 26 March 2017

Saturday, 25 February 2017

Condemned | Poem


Artist Unknown
~X~
"Live to dream; die to escape."
'Condemned' is a short poem written and created by me. ♥

Thursday, 16 February 2017

Summer | Poem


Artist Unknown
~X~
"The sun shines, but raindrops fall—drowning me."
'Summer' is a short poem written and created by me. It is the final part of my four seasonal poem series focusing on dark emotions. For the previous season, click here. Thank you for reading! ♥

Saturday, 24 December 2016

Spring | Poem


Author of Image Unknown
~X~
"A dark twisted weed, dying to be freed."
'Spring' is a short poem written and created by me. It is part of my four seasonal poem series focusing on dark emotions. For the previous season, click here. Thank you for reading! ♥

Thursday, 24 November 2016

The Lost Diary #10 | 'Til We Meet Again


The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.
http://steph-ex.blogspot.com.au/search/label/The%20Lost%20Diaryhttp://steph-ex.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-lost-diary-1-lost-girl.html

'TIL WE MEET AGAIN

Don't think I have forgotten about you—I still think about you 'til this day. I've noticed your presence has faded and you may be lost, but I still find you buried and trapped deep within my torn and twisted mind. I often wonder what went wrong and why our paths cut in two, but each time I come to find a reason, it was that you were no longer true.

Wednesday, 23 November 2016

Winter | Poem


Author of Artwork Unknown
~X~
"Numb and alone, even the snow cannot be felt on my skin and within my bones."
'Winter' is a short poem written and created by me. It is part of my four seasonal poem series focusing on dark emotions. For the previous season, click here. Thank you for reading! ♥

Thursday, 6 October 2016

Drifted | Poem

Author of Image Unknown
~X~
"A tide may carry you back to shore, but it can also drown you."
A short poem about depression, written and created by me.

Thursday, 4 August 2016

Destined | Haiku Poem


Artwork by Torquato
~X~
"Destined to fall and conquer all."
A short Haiku poem written and created by me - STEPHEX.

Monday, 4 April 2016

The Lost Diary #8 | The Void


The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.

http://steph-ex.blogspot.com.au/search/label/The%20Lost%20Diaryhttp://steph-ex.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-lost-diary-1-lost-girl.html

THE VOID

I've been lost for sometime now—the whirlpool of depression pulling me further down the void. I found myself coughing and spluttering as I pulled myself up from the heavy waves that have drowned my existence. I found myself able to move again, to float, and it was time for me to swim back to shore. 

My muscles were weak, each stroke to the surface paining me, but I told myself I couldn't drown like that again so I pushed further. Each breath caused my lungs to tighten as if the smallest amount of air was too heavy to consume, pinning them. I started choking. I had held my breath for too long—I forgot how to breathe.

Wednesday, 16 March 2016

As I Lay There Dying | '100th Blog Post Special' Poem


Artwork by GarcyaDesign
~X~
"One million pieces of broken heart; one million pieces of broken art."
For my 100th blog post special, I wanted to share with you all an older poem from 2011 when I first started writing poetry; written and created by me - STEPHEX.

Saturday, 2 January 2016

From The Ashes | Poem


Author of Image Unknown
~X~
"The old leaves have now fallen, gone and drifted; but new flowers are yet to blossom, reborn and reshifted."
A poem of rebirth and re-creation written and created by me - STEPHEX.

~X~

Happy New Year! I wish you all an amazing new year, and what better way to start off 2016 with a poem about rebirth and re-creation. After all, it's a brand new year and it's never too late to reinvent yourself into the person you've always dreamed of becoming. ♥

Monday, 26 October 2015

The Lost Diary #7 | Internal


The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.
http://steph-ex.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-lost-diary-1-lost-girl.htmlhttp://steph-ex.blogspot.com.au/search/label/The%20Lost%20Diary

Internal

I'm sorry.

These words are hard to find—hard to speak. I'm sorry you have to see me like this, so raw and so weak. 

I wish I was different, I wish I were strong. Haunted by my corrupted and anxious thoughts, I wish to belong.