Stephies Poems
| Too Much Nothing | The Shadowman | The One |
| Untitled | They | Autumn |
| Garnet | A Summery | Deep Anger |
| Excuses | Niasen Iexvana | Return To Basics |
Too Much Nothing
What a journey this seems, endless, pointless....
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to be.
Thinking the words of my hero. Always.
"How do we prove that we exist? Maybe...we dont exist....
Through the blinding darkness i stumble.
The silence louder than any noise.
With each step the light, the hope moves further away.
Observing those around me, laughing, dancing.
With a smile i watch them.
Unable to hear their jeers.
For they do not know that we are nothing.
We are not what was intended.