stephan+Miller

" Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference."- robert frost sometimes the best choice is one that other dont seem to approve of. or maybe they think it's too risky and it's easy to just go the way that everyone else is best they know what is ahead of them. but if u take that risk and u go your own way then life as you know it may change completely.

My poetry style I think the style of writing I do is more so me sharing life experiences not so much the happier ones. Because in my opinion happy memories can be nice but also can be ruined all the same. I’d rather have something more truthful and more realistic to Read. I think that right but having a lot of open ending means in my lines. I don’t think poetry should directly come out of a life memories I think it should come for an open needing mean so that way you can put your own ending on it rather then have a one sided meaning of what you think something meant. I also think that I write with the intension to give a scene if you allow it to come to mind. I personally didn’t think these types of poem formats suited my style of writing. But I felt as if in my ode I tried just giving a scence and break it down so u can see it in emotion not so much straight to the point to maybe give the reader a feel of what the reactions can be to a shooting not so much oh my god he got shot but being glad that anyone else wasn’t shot to or maybe even you because if something happens to someone you would feel bad but not really get to involved because u don’t know the person and on top of that you would be thankful for not being in that person’s shoes.

An ode to time In a flash Things seem to slow down Slow down so much that I can understand Hearing the cry’s of a sadden mother Hearing the truth as it hits So hard That everyone jumps Falling back on borrowed time, which isn’t taking any more favors Feeling the hurt in your chest as u grab the air Moving your mouth to sing one last song. Taking a look as u look toward me. Falling back on borrowed time This time wasn’t spent well This time is not yours So it must be taken And their faces broke out as if the rain was made from their tears And now The ordinary everyday becomes missed As the space that was filled becomes empty And yet another falls victim to borrowed time And now I see time is something that never last for ever Now I see that time is something more important then money Now I see that time can leave one killed if spent wrong Now I see I have to enjoy my time as much as I can In that one moment where reality hits hard Like a bullet to the chest Makes one wish that there time doesn’t end like the one they saw before them. And because of time spent wrong a son is shot in front of his mother. Memories

Telling me to leave the once shattered voice addresses love and hate. As I refuse to understand I close my eyes remembering the last time I heard I love you fromm that voice singing to me. Memories

Taking up things that don’t seem to hold a purpose I am buried under these things like so many dreams that are covered by fear not letting them be. Memories

As I feel the gentle arms of sorrow which held me so close. The arms of a past friend reach out to me as they fade away to another life to be free. Memories

As grief binds me to a downfall the devils that were always snickering behind half open doors greets me “I know you were just like me”. Memories

Remembering all the things I had planed for life as unfamiliar faces speak of eternal pain, I feel a bit of hollowness as the once filled part of me is filled with pain and embraces me. Memories

As my decisions go blow for blow I release that tension in a form of despite Not accepting the karma as I look for change I am taken over by expectations that look down on me pushing me on my knees. Memories

Distracting me from the harsh word of others around me I remember the smile of my sister holding me watching over me. Memories

Remembering the good times of a first love. The only thing I regret is not knowing your first fall is the hardest one to me. Memories

Noticing that no love is the same I feel a familiar feeling of love called hate expressing it’s self to me in all means. Memories

I am stuck shatter and broken as I hang onto any light that I see is a way out Making my way towards change I am always heild back by the intensions of other who know me. Memories

Expectations As I see change going thru my mind My heart tells me it’s going to be fine. Change to meet expectations to hard to handle Watch my inspiration burning out like a candle I try and find things to hold on to. Hobbies, music, poetry none of this things can replace you. The one thing that kept me going, Now the thing that is causing me to struggle, darken and fall. But the ones around say that it shouldn’t be showing. In my work in my habits in my music in my hobbies But I say showing it is what should be done for everyone to see That everything is not ok as many promise That everything is not fine as I promise And all those broken promises become regrets Of all the times I said I would and I still forget All those times I said I loved but those times turned cold All those times I said forever but all those times turned old Despite all these things the moment to go on is life Life is self makes me go forward because I would have a life it I didn’t live a life All the let downs in a long run become nothing more then some ones expectations And the only expectations to live up to is yours

**The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost ** Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

**Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost ** Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

POET the poet i choose was robert frost he style is very looser it seems like he talk about his life as far as his loses and gains over the year and he also talks about loneliness in some of his poems. also about nature and aspects for life most of the things he actually wrote about were every day things we might do like see a leaf or a sunset but he gave them so much more detail and life to make you like or hate the everyday things. he was always said to feel depressed in a way but after the death of his son who was also a poet and his wife it started to show more. he was said to have taken the fields and land around him which he owned and give them universal meaning.