The Color of a Lie 

She never ceases to blow my fucking mind. Stephanie Bennett-Henry in all of her spectacular glory.

Stephanie Bennett-Henry

The blood is thick here

circling around cold hearts

constantly trying to take my hand,

but never to hold it.

All eyes on me, looking like home,

I stare into them, memorize them,

until I recognize the color

of a lie folded over, disguised

like a mask that looks familiar;

I have been here before.

I don’t want to be anymore.

I see my spine in your eyes

turned weak, I see my heart

in your mouth as you chew it up;

well spit it out… I want it back.

I’m not taking your hand

so you can pull me to the place

you think I should go.

I know where my dreams are,

I remember the way.

I have emptied your eyes,

taken back what’s mine.

Don’t follow me.

I will follow my heart

for the first time in so long.

You can taste your own words,

feel the…

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Scar Crossing

I am who I am and I make no apologies. My soul has always been from another place, where hearts are seen and scars are shared. There's another world somewhere waiting for me. I hear it calling in my dreams; it's calling me home. I run towards the voices, the hearts, the scars, until I'm … Continue reading Scar Crossing

Full Circle – Stephanie Bennett Henry

A gorgeous piece from Steph to her son ❤

Stephanie Bennett-Henry

I hope one day when you are older, you can look back and smile at all of this chaos that keeps our hands tied together. I hope you can look back through my eyes and understand, despite my mistakes that were blindfolded with good intentions, I was trying my hardest to give you the world I never had. I was trying to give you everything, and in the midst of this madness, I failed. I’m sorry for that. I came from a place where love was money and things being thrown my way so I would stay out of the way. I am still learning that’s not love at all. I hope you know that I tried to rip myself open to pull out the ruin, before it could be passed along to you, but sometimes the mania stitched me back up and laughed, before I could collect every piece…

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She Is Soul and Stories – A Collaboration

Tiny stories crawl beneath her skin. Sometimes they breathe love from her heart, dropping kisses from her soul and other times they drag sadness through her core and stay hidden behind her eyes. © Michelle Schaper 2016 Until the memories find their way inside, exploding the tears through the blue, through the brown, puncturing the … Continue reading She Is Soul and Stories – A Collaboration

The Gift I Saved For You – Introducing Stephanie Bennett-Henry

Stephanie Bennett-Henry is brilliant. I spent a lot of time crawling around in the dark trying to avoid the unknown places where monsters hide. Careful not to wish for anything, in fear those wishes would turn into nightmares waking me… Source: The Gift I Saved For You - Introducing Stephanie Bennett-Henry

More Than A Crack – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

  Ask me who I am unless you think you already know but if you think you know, don't ask me anything at all. Because if you have the mind that sums someone up based on all the ways they are not like you, I don't want to know you. So, ask me who I … Continue reading More Than A Crack – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

The Seven Deadly Sins

I was honoured and humbled to be asked to collaborate with these amazing voices. To date, this is one of my favourite collaborations. The Seven Deadly Sins as envisioned by Amy Johnson: LUST Your poetry, my undoing; For its flesh Begged me To taste it, Savour it, Become one with it; I sinned beautifully; Forever … Continue reading The Seven Deadly Sins

The Ugly Truth

Stephanie Bennett-Henry and I crossed paths a few of years ago and we clicked immediately. She is the owner of the immensely popular super page, Raging Rhetoric; where she first began debuting her stunning poetry to the delight of her fans.   Stephanie is a southern girl through and through, sweet as candy, sharp as a blade, and … Continue reading The Ugly Truth