Stieve Fernandez
Bio
Hello am a 36 year old Jamaican national three years into my journey of creative writing
of
Stories (60)
Filter by community
Thought
Are our dreams? Not inexplicably linked to our tribulations? Are we not, The result of our history? Bad, just as much as good? Are we not, a piece of pottery? Molded by the potters’ hands? Shall we not, Exhibit our flaws with ardor? Or do we, Cringe! At the thought of their existence? It seems we are not, Accommodating to individuality. Whilst expressing a desire, To be recognized as individuals. How do we, Become hardened to the dynamics, The stressors of life? And dwell in a blissful manner Amongst them. I have seen people who, Proclaim to be ready for parenting Only they separate citing relationship difficulties. Day after day this is a source of my confusion. My question to them is. If you cannot overcome the issues, Between two parties, voluntarily Would you be able to mandatorily? How will you react to a child? Whose actions cause you duress? Will you up and end that relationship also? Or do you rely on dictatorship? Using your power of guardian to enforce your ways?
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Albert Anthony Fernandez
On the eighth of May the angels came To escort a new arrival The waxing moon steadily rose Chasing after its rival Upon the bed where you laid Your soul had gone to trial For entry into heaven Commands a souls revival How impressed the angels were When you proved lighter than a feather ‘t was then that your life’s work Were gathered all together As the angel unfurled your scroll It caused them all to banter How long it was since they had seen Such courage in the face of danger Sagacity ingenuity and charity Overflowed from your being Your equal in this universe Was there ever one seen? You bore your trials dignified Surpassing king or queen Farewell my gentle warrior, On this your transient scheme Albert please know I love you I pray you rest in peace Forever my soul will mourn you My tears will never cease To me you were a hero Whose compassion always increased I remember as a child How I loved your scruffy beard To be held in your arms Was for all I ever cared I’ll cherish every memory Of all the times we shared Do you remember how hard you tried To teach me how to sing For the life of me I couldn’t get What keys the songs were in You’d throw your hands up to the air And enter in a fit To this day you make me laugh Each time I think of it When I look into the mirror I see you in my eyes Sharing all your talents Came to me as no surprise A chip carved from a block Was all I ever was My idolizing of you Came naturally, just because Because you are my daddy My mentor and my fortress No matter what, I’ve loved you yet Through good and bad regardless Regardless of the weather Or should the world come to an end My daddy I miss you so My true and dearest friend
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Austin
Oh my days! How unexpected! Such surprise. It seems my gods, Are finally entertaining my cries. My how you’ve grow! How beautiful are your eyes! Had someone told me, I’d have sworn ‘t is utter lies! Yet there you are my boy! Tangible! As real as could be. Feature almost identical. Like a rendering of a younger me. Holding you in my arms, As gentle as could be. A thought so captivating I am overcome with glee! But then a rush of sadness. Fills me with despair. For those that claim to love you About you they couldn’t care! Why should you be deprived? Of food, of water, of air? Are you not emotionally starved? The fact that I cannot be there?
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Alone
“Is anyone there?” He screams in the darkness. “Please I need help” “I’m hurt quite badly!” The darkness gives no reply. Just a deep emptiness, Which loneliness brings! Could this be love? The same which pleasures. How does one fall from grace? From the days of elation! Into such a place as this? Where all warmth has vacated. All comforts, departed. What is the source of such sorrow? Have I at some point acted rude. Have I burnt the bridge which, Connects, love and hate, Darkness and light, Fulfillment and nothingness. The bridge between you and me! Alone in this world of naught. I dwell in perpetual thought. For every shred of love hast left me! ‘t is like my veins run on empty. How is it such great praise, love hast received? Could Cupid and Venus, this world had deceived? Every time I have loved, I’ve been abandoned. Yet! Yet, this very instant I’d run, Run into her arms with a renewed vigor! Sickened by this dark cold place, Her smile would be my daybreak! Igniting my soul, illuminating my life! My greatest addiction it has been. A drug I cannot get rid of! Though the same is getting rid of me! Deliver me from this wretched state. Venus goddess dearest, save my soul. Remove from me the scorn of maidens. In this world I dare not grow old. Daily this darkness grows cold! Relieve from me the sorrow of which I’m laden!
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Forever
Sitting upon my aerie. As though sitting upon a chair. Smiling I watch this faery. Approaching from far to near. Majestic her flight was, Captivated! I lost in a stare! For your aura exists thus. Alike the god of love’s spear. As if inclined to fever, Put it my body in a heat. Making of me a firm believer. My doubtfulness? In retreat! That in you exist a beauty. Which eyes, need one not to see! For should I have been born blind. You would still be the one for me. An intensity of radiance. From this aura is exuded That any and all romance. ‘twill for sure be polluted. From this pollution Such vines of passion grows. Engulfing all my thoughts. The result? Who knows! Stay chasing you I will! This I’m sure you know. Now and forever, until, The stars have lost their glow!
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Your flame
In my heart there is an ember, Cozy and warmly kindled. Emotions of you fill every crease. And around the fibers of my soul mingle. Tyrannized by thoughts of you! As you traverse my mind so nimble. Your love is as the bellows Which, through my everything blows Transmuting my little ember Sending flames roaring, as it goes. Entwined is my entity Where your vines of passion grows. Impatient, but earnest I await. A new moon or change of sun. That signifies my captivity be done. And such frivolous formalities, Shalt be gone, there will be none. For ‘tis on that day, I shalt be just a boy. My cells will dance, Oh they shall play. As every bit of me, Is overcome with joy. For on that day, You become just a girl. Smiling as with your fingers, Your hair you twirl. Tell me I am your love, Say I am your world…
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Rabbits Paw
Are you searching? For the lucky clover Or is it inherent roving From which you suffer I presume your days are planned Seems you’re destined to uncover Some mystery quite grand You insatiable lover This morning I saw Three of your little babies Trapping me in a state of awe Whilst speaking the vernacular of sages Quite succulent is this weed And it stains your teeth red To his brother, who agreed! The fawn colored one said A third let out a squeak And seemed to nod his head The morning still damp and bleak An ant procession dismantles a scrap of bread. Now they voraciously chew Implying dandelions Is to them a taste quite new! I captivated! Lean on a post of iron Hopping around now Seeming to play a game of tag Frolic they, so agile! Wow! Stomachs bearing a telltale sag. Sniffing the air Somehow, her approach they detect With not a moment to spare In a line, from my presence they eject Chasing after mother Of them, was the last I saw! Except trails one next the other Preserved in mud, rabbits paw.
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Midsummer
I was told I am a wordsmith But also that I am the third smith For came before twice My avatar who captivated souls his words with. So as I drown your ears In a melody of serenity I hope to bind your fears To be lost for all eternity. When the air of morn Is pierced and torn By the sun’s javelin rays. It is pure ecstasy Your figure lying next to me I’m complete till the end of days. But woe is me that sojourn In a love that’s but lost. Is it that reckless robin? Has on you this love juice cast? The same that from Hermia stole Lysander’ love So tell me, goddess above On what fortunate being hast fallen thy love? And to me his secrets tell For employing them I may quell. And rebuke from me thy scoff. If only I had known To where love’s arrow flown. O’er valleys low and hills high. I swear I’d go I swear I’d try. I’d pick this flower surely ‘Neath a moonlit sky. Taking its juice purely. Squeeze I this flower dry. Anoint thou I From sole to crown Stalking I’d stay like a fox sly? For the dawn of day Upon me look, when you first open your eyes. From where you went to me return. Awaketh thou from this midsummer dream Divinely made, our love’s fire burn For us together, the teller of time hast seen.
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Dew drop
My bed is being bombarded As my body’s ether condenses The outside air refrigerates Forcing me to cocoon in linen My roof of tin becomes a battlefield There two forces collide! Scared! ‘Neath the blankets I take refuge As war is waged amongst the elements The stillness of dawn overcomes me Peering from my hideout, I emerge A slow stealthy unveiling, cautiously! My toes descends to the depths. There, the wooden floor creaks. Screaming to the morning. An alarm! Now exposed by his cries. I move Declaring my position, announcing! With a tippy-toe trot across this land Nowhere to hide from its betrayal ‘Tis as though my every step precariously Lands on seismic mines. Sonic booming the silence Producing a lack luster rhythm Where high pitched squeaks Accentuates low pitched squaws Without event I approached the window Clearing away the casualties I looked out across the orchard The fog had enveloped the trees Not unlike a table draped by its cloth The first light of daybreak, dissolves Across the horizon, where it glows A purplish blue, contrasting the fog white! Inching, translates into a sky blue. The fog now caught in retreat. Causing a light show upon the ground A butterfly maneuvers its solar panels. Absorbing the radiant energy daylight brings. At ant army proceeds along an existing trail. Submitting to their genetics they march. The songbirds’ orchestra plays a symphony. My body accepts the crisp morning air As a drying lake accepts the rain Rejuvenated! I make my way to the stove The last remnants of an ending battle. Hover amidst the crevices of the house. The kettle whistles o so loudly I am in a trance brought on By the hot shower I’m taking To leave or not to leave That is my big question.
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
Rose
Out in the hostile, arid desert, I stumbled once, upon a rose. The rust brown rock formations, Assumed the likeness of ancient giants. The ground, in it's sandy demeanor, moved back and forth in waves on the wind. I approached gently the rose. Fearing each step I took, would, Bring an end to such delicate apparition. She trembled vigorously at the wind
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
My lightning
In my eyes you are as the lightning ⚡ Spectacular, electrifying! Your presence brings the air to life Causing my body to tingle. Disolve me into your being! Suspend me into your forever! Truth is I have had a few flings, swings and romantic things. Never once had I felt this strange sensation. The same I feel for you. In my heart I await the day, you say to me, I do!
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
