Submissions by Honoria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2020 6:29am
16th Mar 2020 6:29am
Almost Wanted
Smudged with the previous day’s grime made it difficult to see her sweet cherubic face.
Golden blonde hair, unkempt and unwashed emitted a dirty smell that repelled the other children.
Mismatched hand me down’s, stained and rumpled, targeted disdain by others.
Her mother’s cigarette smoke clinging to her filthy winter coat
isolated her further at recess.
Every tearful act, a scream for attention, so annoyed the harassed and preoccupied adult.
“Mid-year grades reflect incredible potential.” stated her teacher.
“Just...
Golden blonde hair, unkempt and unwashed emitted a dirty smell that repelled the other children.
Mismatched hand me down’s, stained and rumpled, targeted disdain by others.
Her mother’s cigarette smoke clinging to her filthy winter coat
isolated her further at recess.
Every tearful act, a scream for attention, so annoyed the harassed and preoccupied adult.
“Mid-year grades reflect incredible potential.” stated her teacher.
“Just...
#rejection
#suicide
118 reads
35 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2020 9:35pm
2nd Feb 2020 9:35pm
Collateral Damage
Enough will be enough.
Every minute an eternity in agony.
Sadness, no longer the mainstay.
Fury!
Dreams of vows fulfilled, never more.
An act once acted upon is synonym to a lie. Retraction no longer an option.
Is there a point to baring one’s soul?
Will shattered pieces of pledged love, only unto thee, be reparable?
Drunken slurs of disappointment turn to need.
To not be a duo feels crueler.
Nothing will be enough. Constant injuries birth selfish wantonness.
...
Every minute an eternity in agony.
Sadness, no longer the mainstay.
Fury!
Dreams of vows fulfilled, never more.
An act once acted upon is synonym to a lie. Retraction no longer an option.
Is there a point to baring one’s soul?
Will shattered pieces of pledged love, only unto thee, be reparable?
Drunken slurs of disappointment turn to need.
To not be a duo feels crueler.
Nothing will be enough. Constant injuries birth selfish wantonness.
...
#betrayal
#illness
177 reads
37 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2020 1:28pm
31st Jan 2020 1:28pm
Beveled Looking Glass
Fractured.
Riven happiness.
Duchamp painting.
Peering from behind a poorly glued façade.
Slivered pieces.
Scars left behind.
Crooked aching battlefield.
Beauty in their ugly?
i think not.
Hideous reminders.
Presentation was everything.
Dreams.
Manufactured contentment.
Seurat painting.
Every line tells a tale.
The glass never lies.
Riven happiness.
Duchamp painting.
Peering from behind a poorly glued façade.
Slivered pieces.
Scars left behind.
Crooked aching battlefield.
Beauty in their ugly?
i think not.
Hideous reminders.
Presentation was everything.
Dreams.
Manufactured contentment.
Seurat painting.
Every line tells a tale.
The glass never lies.
#LifeStruggles
#illness
141 reads
21 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jan 2020 5:48pm
10th Jan 2020 5:48pm
Like
a child
i cover my eyes
and pretend
no one can
see me
i cover my eyes
and pretend
no one can
see me
#sadness
200 reads
33 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Dec 2019 9:21am
28th Dec 2019 9:21am
Self in Haiku
The beauty of night
Will protect all the sadness
Daylight exposes
Will protect all the sadness
Daylight exposes
#haiku
#SelfReflection
151 reads
26 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Dec 2019 4:01pm
11th Dec 2019 4:01pm
Masterpiece
#6
Black for raven hair gone grey
#4
Bright white to illuminate red tear stained eyes
#9
Brown• change heavily saddened blue pupils
#3
Pink- heighten wan tired skin tone
#11
Red to rouge colorless cheeks
#5
Magenta~ paint lips ready to purse for kisses no more
#8
Purple for a collar around my neck
#7
Grey as background, what was once brimming with
hope
Voila!
Black for raven hair gone grey
#4
Bright white to illuminate red tear stained eyes
#9
Brown• change heavily saddened blue pupils
#3
Pink- heighten wan tired skin tone
#11
Red to rouge colorless cheeks
#5
Magenta~ paint lips ready to purse for kisses no more
#8
Purple for a collar around my neck
#7
Grey as background, what was once brimming with
hope
Voila!
#apathy
220 reads
27 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Dec 2019 12:51pm
1st Dec 2019 12:51pm
Where?
All is at odds.
Grasping slippery lifelines.
Feels like ropes of jello.
Hiding behind false smiles and words.
i’m fading away- again.
Seeking solace in unhealthy habits.
Wanting joy for all...truly
Inner peace excludes me everywhere.
Breathe.
Take stock.
Thanks for the good.
This is boring.
Where?
Where do i go?
Grasping slippery lifelines.
Feels like ropes of jello.
Hiding behind false smiles and words.
i’m fading away- again.
Seeking solace in unhealthy habits.
Wanting joy for all...truly
Inner peace excludes me everywhere.
Breathe.
Take stock.
Thanks for the good.
This is boring.
Where?
Where do i go?
#SelfReflection
220 reads
20 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2019 4:33pm
19th Nov 2019 4:33pm
Joyful
Children
playing
freely.
playing
freely.
#happiness
118 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Nov 2019 4:28pm
19th Nov 2019 4:28pm
Shell
i don’t know how to tell anyone.
Frazzled.
This day feels exactly as the previous.
Monotony.
i perform to everyone’s expectations.
Puppet.
The promises and sorry’s and never going to happen again’s.
Contrition.
i believed them over and over. Stupid.
The emptiness behind the words pounds loudly in my head.
Ache.
i wish them to be true.
Fool.
There are no more prayers to pray.
Silence.
i will miss what i’d hoped i had.
????????.
Then, maybe, peace...
Frazzled.
This day feels exactly as the previous.
Monotony.
i perform to everyone’s expectations.
Puppet.
The promises and sorry’s and never going to happen again’s.
Contrition.
i believed them over and over. Stupid.
The emptiness behind the words pounds loudly in my head.
Ache.
i wish them to be true.
Fool.
There are no more prayers to pray.
Silence.
i will miss what i’d hoped i had.
????????.
Then, maybe, peace...
#disappointment
141 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2019 5:54pm
7th Nov 2019 5:54pm
The Fights
Round four.
Oooffff!
Another sucker punch from the left, ladies and gents. A terrible punch from nowhere!
She’s on the ground, People!
Ten.
The ref has started the count down.
Nine.
She’s out cold, ladies and gents.
Eight.
No! Wait, she seems to be coming to.
Seven.
I see her eyes fluttering open with a vacant stare behind them.
Six.
The bruising to her heart just starting to be visible.
Five.
Her head is lifting- wait- no her head is...
Oooffff!
Another sucker punch from the left, ladies and gents. A terrible punch from nowhere!
She’s on the ground, People!
Ten.
The ref has started the count down.
Nine.
She’s out cold, ladies and gents.
Eight.
No! Wait, she seems to be coming to.
Seven.
I see her eyes fluttering open with a vacant stare behind them.
Six.
The bruising to her heart just starting to be visible.
Five.
Her head is lifting- wait- no her head is...
#anger
235 reads
21 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
31st Oct 2019 3:12pm
31st Oct 2019 3:12pm
Brooms
The cauldron is at full boil.
Tea, grape seed and crystal powder infusing nicely.
A pinch of bat wing and dragon’s blood sprinkled lightly, and brewed to perfection.
Hussy thought she’d lure him away. “Hehehe”, evilly cackled the crone.
Zephyr winds have picked up-
excellent trajectory for vertical lift off.
New conical hat, in place and disturbingly charming.
One last ingredient. She’ll never know what took her down.
Foolish woman.
Never learned.
So obviously needy.
How no one see’s...
Tea, grape seed and crystal powder infusing nicely.
A pinch of bat wing and dragon’s blood sprinkled lightly, and brewed to perfection.
Hussy thought she’d lure him away. “Hehehe”, evilly cackled the crone.
Zephyr winds have picked up-
excellent trajectory for vertical lift off.
New conical hat, in place and disturbingly charming.
One last ingredient. She’ll never know what took her down.
Foolish woman.
Never learned.
So obviously needy.
How no one see’s...
#witches
167 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2019 3:10am
21st Oct 2019 3:10am
anything but me
i
look
to
the
sun
the
moon
and
the
stars
because
i
don’t
want
to
look
at
me
look
to
the
sun
the
moon
and
the
stars
because
i
don’t
want
to
look
at
me
#SelfWorth
245 reads
28 Comments
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