Submissions by Honoria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction I look forward to reading all about you.
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2020 5:51pm
22nd Nov 2020 5:51pm
Alas, before you I stand alone
Alas, before you I stand alone,
Amidst no one else to adore;
There is no friend where I am blown,
This lonely abyss, and tuneless shore.
I’ve come to accept myself, aged and sore.
Within the looking glass I appeal once again;
Not by much, but little more
To become yet anew or, perhaps to begin.
Thus resigned to the world, I raise the curtain
Harnessed and trussed attached to my yoke.
What I’ll ne’er share, is with the devil I’d bargain{d};
Simultaneously smiling as I seethe and choke.
...
Amidst no one else to adore;
There is no friend where I am blown,
This lonely abyss, and tuneless shore.
I’ve come to accept myself, aged and sore.
Within the looking glass I appeal once again;
Not by much, but little more
To become yet anew or, perhaps to begin.
Thus resigned to the world, I raise the curtain
Harnessed and trussed attached to my yoke.
What I’ll ne’er share, is with the devil I’d bargain{d};
Simultaneously smiling as I seethe and choke.
...
#SelfWorth
#LordByron
68 reads
22 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Nov 2020 7:50am
18th Nov 2020 7:50am
Dear Diary,
I’m grown woman with the mental age of a twelve year old tween.
I’ve started reading and writing poetry. Dont ask. I don’t know why? Kind of wish I was better at it. There are a shit ton of people on here who know what they’re doing. I’m not one of them.
I ate my weight in cookies today because I was mad. Super mature decision. I’m sure I’ll throw them up later.
I’m working over time to present the world a nice version of me. Epic. Fail. I want a drink and I wish I smoked. But that’s dumb I’d just end up with a headache and stinky breath. Still wanna do...
I’ve started reading and writing poetry. Dont ask. I don’t know why? Kind of wish I was better at it. There are a shit ton of people on here who know what they’re doing. I’m not one of them.
I ate my weight in cookies today because I was mad. Super mature decision. I’m sure I’ll throw them up later.
I’m working over time to present the world a nice version of me. Epic. Fail. I want a drink and I wish I smoked. But that’s dumb I’d just end up with a headache and stinky breath. Still wanna do...
#confessional
#honesty
#bittersweet
92 reads
40 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Nov 2020 5:10am
15th Nov 2020 5:10am
Ballerina
Your strength
created by
endless hours
of class
at the barre.
Cruel,
intense,
exacting
to exhibit
delicately
exquisite
technique.
Dizzying
Fouetté,
Piqué
chaîné turns.
Precision
Échappé,
Développé,
Jeté‘s
rehearsed
long past
what the
human body
can tolerably
endure.
Breathless
in beauty
as you hold
arabesque en pointe
defying
gravity.
Orchestra
left,
center
and right ...
created by
endless hours
of class
at the barre.
Cruel,
intense,
exacting
to exhibit
delicately
exquisite
technique.
Dizzying
Fouetté,
Piqué
chaîné turns.
Precision
Échappé,
Développé,
Jeté‘s
rehearsed
long past
what the
human body
can tolerably
endure.
Breathless
in beauty
as you hold
arabesque en pointe
defying
gravity.
Orchestra
left,
center
and right ...
#LifeStruggles
#metaphor
65 reads
33 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Oct 2020 7:24am
29th Oct 2020 7:24am
Fa
I saw him cry
for the first and only time.
His mother’s funeral.
A shocking experience,
filling me with
fear then sadness.
So overwhelmed,
I cried for him.
Not her.
Dad.
for the first and only time.
His mother’s funeral.
A shocking experience,
filling me with
fear then sadness.
So overwhelmed,
I cried for him.
Not her.
Dad.
#father
100 reads
20 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2020 5:53am
1st Oct 2020 5:53am
Senryu Menu
(A)
Upon reflection
Sadly, it occurs to me
I am no one’s muse.
(B)
It didn’t hurt a bit.
A shot that made people nice.
The prick that cured mean.
(C)
What’s this all about?
I don’t know, can’t you tell me?
Oh god, we’re both lost.
(D)
I need someone who
Will see life as I see it.
Not through a bottle.
(E)
Don’t just read the first
thing you see. Please dig deeper.
I’M in there somewhere.
(F)
Insignificant.
Your comments did make me feel.
I'll...
Upon reflection
Sadly, it occurs to me
I am no one’s muse.
(B)
It didn’t hurt a bit.
A shot that made people nice.
The prick that cured mean.
(C)
What’s this all about?
I don’t know, can’t you tell me?
Oh god, we’re both lost.
(D)
I need someone who
Will see life as I see it.
Not through a bottle.
(E)
Don’t just read the first
thing you see. Please dig deeper.
I’M in there somewhere.
(F)
Insignificant.
Your comments did make me feel.
I'll...
#WritingPoetry
#senryu
159 reads
42 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Oct 2020 5:09am
1st Oct 2020 5:09am
Directorial Statement Of Fact
I am
(thoughtful pause)
disenchanted.
With the
notion of fidelity
and allegiance.
Taking a vow,
bending the knee,
blowing bubble kisses
in the air.
(rolling eyes heavenward)
Theatrics! ~~~~~~All of it.
If it isn’t so, then prove it.
(folding arms akimbo)
Put to me
your premise
why some
can maintain
a truth
and promise
while others
can not.
(wagging index finger)
Spare any pontification.
No one can...
(thoughtful pause)
disenchanted.
With the
notion of fidelity
and allegiance.
Taking a vow,
bending the knee,
blowing bubble kisses
in the air.
(rolling eyes heavenward)
Theatrics! ~~~~~~All of it.
If it isn’t so, then prove it.
(folding arms akimbo)
Put to me
your premise
why some
can maintain
a truth
and promise
while others
can not.
(wagging index finger)
Spare any pontification.
No one can...
#lies
#LifeStruggles
#sleep #disappointment
#sleep #disappointment
122 reads
20 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2020 3:15am
22nd Sep 2020 3:15am
Suffocation of Marriage
So desperate to please you,
quantity over quality, fearing loss,
sensual in thought but,
more mechanical in reality
the love is still there
where passion is not.
Your spirit’s essence
creates imagined warmth.
For as much as I long for your company,
I’m relieved when we part.
The mental jenga which
wreaks havoc in mind and body,
leaves anguished sentence fragments
when we attempt to reconcile.
What was once unified,
was singularly envisaged
I felt free...
quantity over quality, fearing loss,
sensual in thought but,
more mechanical in reality
the love is still there
where passion is not.
Your spirit’s essence
creates imagined warmth.
For as much as I long for your company,
I’m relieved when we part.
The mental jenga which
wreaks havoc in mind and body,
leaves anguished sentence fragments
when we attempt to reconcile.
What was once unified,
was singularly envisaged
I felt free...
#AliceFulton
179 reads
36 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2020 1:56am
22nd Sep 2020 1:56am
Selfdom
I armor myself
Smeared in herringbone and tweeds
From fashion mags and runways
My front and back;
Are poached and copied,
Microscopically seen.
The aper’s delight.
The burden is their’s,
I have way more at stake
Exposing my truth.
Smeared in herringbone and tweeds
From fashion mags and runways
My front and back;
Are poached and copied,
Microscopically seen.
The aper’s delight.
The burden is their’s,
I have way more at stake
Exposing my truth.
#WilliamButlerYeats
129 reads
16 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Aug 2020 9:58pm
15th Aug 2020 9:58pm
Roux to You Too!
A pale roux of dead.
Its fatty content mixed with bread.
A poisonous dough floured with lead.
Kneaded and crafted so you’d be fed.
Your loathsome head and vile bust,
Turned to ashes then to dust.
Words of lust morphed into pleas
Stop. Don’t bother they’ll annoy the fleas.
Selfish and thoughtless, no larger crime,
When confused with love will turn on a dime.
You gave it your best ‘twas not enough.
Can’t wait to bury your memory and stuff.
Your come on’s at present,
Alluring at...
Its fatty content mixed with bread.
A poisonous dough floured with lead.
Kneaded and crafted so you’d be fed.
Your loathsome head and vile bust,
Turned to ashes then to dust.
Words of lust morphed into pleas
Stop. Don’t bother they’ll annoy the fleas.
Selfish and thoughtless, no larger crime,
When confused with love will turn on a dime.
You gave it your best ‘twas not enough.
Can’t wait to bury your memory and stuff.
Your come on’s at present,
Alluring at...
#dark
195 reads
32 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2020 6:56am
10th Aug 2020 6:56am
Half Begun Never Done
I have WAY too many saved poem drafts!
They’re all crap.
Well, parts of them are crap.
The other parts are drivel.
Can I create a clever poem from all the bits and pieces?
Maybe, but I won’t.
I can’t remember why I started half of them.
The other half I can’t think of a reason to finish.
The third half have no middle!
Blank spots waiting for words that never materialized.
They all have a common theme. Broken, sad, angry, mad.
Just substitute pronoun of choice.
Blah blah...
They’re all crap.
Well, parts of them are crap.
The other parts are drivel.
Can I create a clever poem from all the bits and pieces?
Maybe, but I won’t.
I can’t remember why I started half of them.
The other half I can’t think of a reason to finish.
The third half have no middle!
Blank spots waiting for words that never materialized.
They all have a common theme. Broken, sad, angry, mad.
Just substitute pronoun of choice.
Blah blah...
#WritingPoetry
187 reads
41 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2020 6:52am
10th Aug 2020 6:52am
The Ritual
Early morning solitude
Awakens with bird songs
And fading cricket sonatas
Rising dayspring mist resembles
Steam emanating from the kettle
On the brink of a whistle
Sugar and cream float patiently
As the teabag sits primly still
Civilized in its order
Anticipation of the first sip
Matched by the alluring aroma
Of steeping English Breakfast
Not another portion of the day
Will equal these moments
Meant just for me
Alone and quiet
At peace and grateful
Embraced by...
Awakens with bird songs
And fading cricket sonatas
Rising dayspring mist resembles
Steam emanating from the kettle
On the brink of a whistle
Sugar and cream float patiently
As the teabag sits primly still
Civilized in its order
Anticipation of the first sip
Matched by the alluring aroma
Of steeping English Breakfast
Not another portion of the day
Will equal these moments
Meant just for me
Alone and quiet
At peace and grateful
Embraced by...
#happiness
156 reads
28 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jul 2020 5:37am
4th Jul 2020 5:37am
Time and Its False Hope of Healing
Milestones have come and gone.
I’ve survived when others haven’t.
Guilt feels as heavy as the coffin for which I was meant.
I pine for the me that once was.
Gone; with no hope for she that once walked with a light tread.
Wretched words of hope and prayer- oh! I wish you knew how stupid and empty it all sounded!
Like an echo through an underpass.
Hollow and reverberating.
With bitterness and disdain I tolerated well wishes.
With time this will get better-
the most vitriolic expression!
My safe...
I’ve survived when others haven’t.
Guilt feels as heavy as the coffin for which I was meant.
I pine for the me that once was.
Gone; with no hope for she that once walked with a light tread.
Wretched words of hope and prayer- oh! I wish you knew how stupid and empty it all sounded!
Like an echo through an underpass.
Hollow and reverberating.
With bitterness and disdain I tolerated well wishes.
With time this will get better-
the most vitriolic expression!
My safe...
#loneliness
#despair
#EdnaStVincentMillay
264 reads
34 Comments
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