Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

06/08/2025

Why do some people choose disgusting or suggestive images as the first thing you see in their stories? For clickbait? I really don’t need a pimple-popping close-up in my reel. It’s an instant unfollow. Not because I want to, but because I’d rather avoid feeling nauseous.

05/08/2025

Onze Lucifer is nog steeds vermist en we zoeken dagelijks. We gaan nu de 6e week in. Hij lijkt als laatst gezien te zijn in de Valenciennesstraat

Hij is aangemeld als vermist. Is gechipt. Gecastreerd ook. Lucifer is bijzonder omdat hij voelt wanneer ik een aanval krijg. Ik mis mijn maatje. Lucifer woont aan de koningin Emmastraat 41 in Fijnaart en daarvoor in Helwijk (daar is hij nog niet gespot). Lucifer is lief. Maar we willen hem heel graag terug thuis.

Vanaf nu lonen we dan ook een beloning uit: de gene die hem vind en bij ons terug brengt (of in ieder geval vast houdt zodat we hem kunnen halen) krijgt van ons een beloning. Dinner voor 2, cadeaukaart of cash, als Lucifer maar terug komt. Dus heb je hem gezien? Lok hem, hij kruipt graag in een tas, dus stop hem in je handtas of rugtas.we missen hem echt vreselijk erg. Ons telefoonnummer is 0650877958

04/08/2025

Some nights
are too bright to keep.

We try anyway.
We cup fireflies
in trembling hands,
make wishes
on sparks
that never last.

And maybe that’s the point.
That even brief beauty
matters.
That what disappears
can still change us.

The memory glows
long after the light fades.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

04/08/2025

You thought I disappeared
when I stopped screaming.
But silence is just
the inhale before thunder.

I waited.
I watched.
I rebuilt with hands
you thought too soft to fight back.

I am not just rain,
I am the flood.
Not just wind,
but the shatter that follows.

You forgot I was fire
beneath all that stillness.
You mistook retreat
for regret.

But I was never yours to claim.
And now,
you’ll remember me
in every storm that follows.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

04/08/2025

I used to fear the night
until I learned
how gentle the moon can be.

Her light does not burn.
It softens.
It asks nothing
except that I show up.

I walk barefoot under her eye,
leaving no mark,
yet somehow
changing everything.

My footsteps echo quieter,
but they are mine,
and they matter.

The moon doesn’t need proof
of my arrival.
She simply waits
until I am ready to speak.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

04/08/2025

The sky was velvet that night,
stitched with stars
and the hush
of something ancient.

We didn’t speak.
We didn’t have to.
The air between us
was already poetry.

You touched my hand
like you meant it,
and the moon watched
with silver approval.

I wanted to live
in that moment forever,
before morning
made strangers of us again.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

03/08/2025

Hey friends 💛

I don’t usually ask for help, but this one's been sitting heavy on my heart.

Right now, we drive a little Renault Twingo. It’s a sweet car, but it simply isn’t cutting it anymore. My wheelchair takes up nearly all the space, which means when it’s in, there’s barely any room left for groceries, day bags, or… well, us.

Because of this, I miss out on a lot.
Family gatherings.
Days out with my boys.
Simple, spontaneous fun.
Even practical things like doctor appointments or just getting fresh air somewhere different.

And truthfully? It makes me feel left behind. Stuck. Like I’m watching life from the sidelines, not by choice but by circumstance.

We’re not looking for anything fancy or expensive. Just a slightly bigger, reliable used car that allows us to move again. One that can fit my wheelchair and my family. It won’t cost thousands more than what our current car is worth, just a little extra to make that next step possible.

So I’m putting it out there.
If you’ve ever wanted to support me, my work, or simply believe everyone deserves a chance to be part of life instead of watching it pass them by, you can now “buy me a coffee” and help get us closer to that little freedom on wheels.

Every bit truly means the world.
And whether you can give or simply share, thank you for being here.

https://ko-fi.com/amlpoetry
Or through paypal:

[email protected]

With love,
Stephanie 🫂💜

03/08/2025

I posted a few new blogs and poems if youre interested in following my page:

Blog & Support

03/08/2025

Hey everyone,

I know I haven’t been around much lately. I’ve been feeling completely drained, both physically and mentally. At the moment, we’re tracking my blood pressure for five days because it’s been way too high, like 184 over 127. I’m honestly just exhausted. Once the bloodwork is in and I’ve seen the doctor again, I really hope we can get to the bottom of it and find a solution.

My mom is also having surgery next week for the lung cancer they found. There’s a 25 percent complication risk, and because her lungs are so fragile, a collapse afterward is very likely. It’s making me anxious, and that certainly does not help my blood pressure either.

My FND has been flaring up regularly too. It feels like after all the stress and bumps we’ve had, my body is now screaming for relief.

If I was supposed to get back to you and didn’t, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t forget you on purpose. My mind just isn’t functioning in an organized way right now.

Thank you for understanding. I appreciate every bit of kindness and patience.

🫂💜

02/08/2025

Sometimes survival isn’t loud.
It’s soft. It’s quiet.
This poem is for everyone who keeps going
even when no one sees how hard it is.
🫂💜

01/08/2025

Help one out. 💜🫂 it's worth it

01/08/2025

She spoke in silence, louder than screams,
a quiet strength wrapped up in dreams.
Her shadow danced beneath the light,
a ghost of fire, soft and bright.

She wore her scars like strands of lace,
not shame but proof of every place
she'd crawled through pain and stood again,
a storm in skin, a heart in flame.

The world saw cracks, she held the gold,
becoming more with every fold.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes