Submissions by Honoria
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I look forward to reading all about you.
Just something you say
I’m fine”, she responded flatly.
“We’ve missed you around these parts!” said the old friends group, “Where have you been hiding?”
“I’ve been…around. Just busy, I guess.” She said looking through them.
“Well, let’s get together for lunch next week. It’d be so great to catch up with you.” the ladies agreed in unison.
Impassively she responded,
“That sounds fun.”
Not knowing where to look she stared straight ahead and waved good bye.
Desperately holding her emotions in check she turned and walked in the opposite direction....
“We’ve missed you around these parts!” said the old friends group, “Where have you been hiding?”
“I’ve been…around. Just busy, I guess.” She said looking through them.
“Well, let’s get together for lunch next week. It’d be so great to catch up with you.” the ladies agreed in unison.
Impassively she responded,
“That sounds fun.”
Not knowing where to look she stared straight ahead and waved good bye.
Desperately holding her emotions in check she turned and walked in the opposite direction....
#SelfReflection
708 reads
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Garden of Thorns
Leave”, she said.
Without malice, or contempt.
Just resignation.
Discontent had gone on
far too long to garner any other
emotion
“Just leave”, she whispered, too choked to be audible.
As she retreated to her
garden of thorns.
Without malice, or contempt.
Just resignation.
Discontent had gone on
far too long to garner any other
emotion
“Just leave”, she whispered, too choked to be audible.
As she retreated to her
garden of thorns.
#secrets
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
897 reads
58 Comments
Far Away, I Am Free
A young girls fantasy
becomes
A grown woman’s sadness
How warped fate can be
To twist and knot a dream
Euphoric beginnings eroded
Daily, the grind of merely existing
I long to run
Yet, maps are obsolete and
Siri didn’t understand my request
Fancy language and scripted fonts
Do little to assuage this emptiness
Bards of yesteryear are mute
To the very thing I need to hear
I don’t know where to go?
becomes
A grown woman’s sadness
How warped fate can be
To twist and knot a dream
Euphoric beginnings eroded
Daily, the grind of merely existing
I long to run
Yet, maps are obsolete and
Siri didn’t understand my request
Fancy language and scripted fonts
Do little to assuage this emptiness
Bards of yesteryear are mute
To the very thing I need to hear
I don’t know where to go?
#WritingPoetry
#FeelingLost
840 reads
44 Comments
Happy Endings.
I would love to wax poetic
the moon and stars.
How beautiful life is~
shared with my one true love,
Prince Bullshit.
That’s not what happened
that’s not who I became.
I’m not soft and huggable.
Life taught me not to trust,
and I believed it with
ferocious willingness.
Far from being all in,
I’m completely out.
My purse contents:
credit card,
passport,
lipstick.
The color~
“Fuck You”.
the moon and stars.
How beautiful life is~
shared with my one true love,
Prince Bullshit.
That’s not what happened
that’s not who I became.
I’m not soft and huggable.
Life taught me not to trust,
and I believed it with
ferocious willingness.
Far from being all in,
I’m completely out.
My purse contents:
credit card,
passport,
lipstick.
The color~
“Fuck You”.
#sadness
#relationships
905 reads
46 Comments
Four Freedoms
Lo’ these many nights I lie awake in fear of losing all the freedoms I have known and consider my rights to exercise at will.
Am I only to experience these privileges within the quiet protection of mind and heart?
Systematically observing the erosion of critical thinking and civilized debate among mankind.
My mental anguish does not allow a resting heart rate when I bear witness to a silenced voice, excluded prayer, distended belly, or imprisoned soul.
The very idea of prior generations sacrificing their lives to establish, uphold and leave behind...
Am I only to experience these privileges within the quiet protection of mind and heart?
Systematically observing the erosion of critical thinking and civilized debate among mankind.
My mental anguish does not allow a resting heart rate when I bear witness to a silenced voice, excluded prayer, distended belly, or imprisoned soul.
The very idea of prior generations sacrificing their lives to establish, uphold and leave behind...
#freedom
#NaPoWriMo2022
829 reads
34 Comments
An Absent God
Where are you, Lord?
In the darkest hours
of human need,
your embrace feels distant.
You, who so loved the world.
Yet, you abandon your humblest
servant~
to right and left, You feel•••
Where are you, Lord?
Please, just this once, I won’t ask for anything else, I promise.
Help me regain my Faith, Belief, TRUST.
Where is He when something horrible is happening?
Why doesn’t He answer my immediate prayers?
Maybe,
He’s already there…
holding my hand… ...
In the darkest hours
of human need,
your embrace feels distant.
You, who so loved the world.
Yet, you abandon your humblest
servant~
to right and left, You feel•••
Where are you, Lord?
Please, just this once, I won’t ask for anything else, I promise.
Help me regain my Faith, Belief, TRUST.
Where is He when something horrible is happening?
Why doesn’t He answer my immediate prayers?
Maybe,
He’s already there…
holding my hand… ...
#NaPoWriMo2022
1016 reads
50 Comments
Closets
Be they small, medium or large,
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
are cubicles of comfort
Places to hide, think, cry,
Drink…
Safe haven to spew all the dark matter, from my heart of gold
Where no one can diminish
my thoughts and how I say them
From the depth of every level of despair, or joy
I shed my fears and loathsome disdain for every upset I endure
Alone yet, not lonely, I share another’s pain
For when I admit to self hate you’ll be there for me, with me
I am whole again, I am enough~
alone in my zone
...
#alcohol
#confessional
#myself #metaphor
#myself #metaphor
1110 reads
57 Comments
Recycled
Regurgitated drivel not so cleverly disguised in rearranged formats, different words-
same meaning.
Love, Loss, Loneliness, Repeat.
Establishment has its drawbacks. There is nothing new to lament, or rejoice. It’s all been done.
admiration, adoration, atonement. redemption.
I’m
bored.
same meaning.
Love, Loss, Loneliness, Repeat.
Establishment has its drawbacks. There is nothing new to lament, or rejoice. It’s all been done.
admiration, adoration, atonement. redemption.
I’m
bored.
#WritingPoetry
#apathy
#boredom
801 reads
38 Comments
Poem With No Title
I cried a river.
Yet, there were no tears to dry.
Just internal sighs.
Awaiting your nod,
Am I to stay or to go?
I’m strong but tired.
I can see the light.
You are but a shadow, now.
I had hoped for more.
We have everything.
You have always been missing.
I didn’t see you there.
Driven by duty.
Blinded seeking clarity.
Taken down by fears.
May we both be healed.
✝️
Yet, there were no tears to dry.
Just internal sighs.
Awaiting your nod,
Am I to stay or to go?
I’m strong but tired.
I can see the light.
You are but a shadow, now.
I had hoped for more.
We have everything.
You have always been missing.
I didn’t see you there.
Driven by duty.
Blinded seeking clarity.
Taken down by fears.
May we both be healed.
✝️
#sadness
#hope
#marriage #WritingPoetry
#marriage #WritingPoetry
857 reads
30 Comments
Will You Love Me
Will you love me
During my stygian hours
Will you love me
Even when I can’t love myself
Quietly willing you alone
To breathe life in my worthless heart
Will You Love Me
During my stygian hours
Will you love me
Even when I can’t love myself
Quietly willing you alone
To breathe life in my worthless heart
Will You Love Me
#SelfWorth
1421 reads
77 Comments
‘Twas Then ~
Silence…
Deafening…
silence.
Gazing round the room,
painted in hues of soft greens and Ballerina pink,
awaiting its new occupant.
Above the rocking chair,
Faerie tale Queens and galant Knights in shining armor
bow and dance amidst the border.
Smiling dolls
that sparkle and shine as they burp then speak
“I love you, mommy”
‘Twas then I smiled.
Bookcases brimming
with old tales and new stories to engage our reader
with adventures…and dreams.
Double...
Deafening…
silence.
Gazing round the room,
painted in hues of soft greens and Ballerina pink,
awaiting its new occupant.
Above the rocking chair,
Faerie tale Queens and galant Knights in shining armor
bow and dance amidst the border.
Smiling dolls
that sparkle and shine as they burp then speak
“I love you, mommy”
‘Twas then I smiled.
Bookcases brimming
with old tales and new stories to engage our reader
with adventures…and dreams.
Double...
#WritingPoetry
660 reads
32 Comments
a photographic memory
And
that
was
it.
With the pop and flash of the bulb
the visage in the picture was the only thing left of her.
Somewhere betwixt jockeying
for position with her two closest friends
and the snap of the camera shutter,
she was lost forever.
Her smile- fixed and rigid.
Her eyes glazed over and blank.
A shell remained;
she functioned
yet,
where SHE actually went
no one ever figured out.
Dreams and plans,
vanquished with the vaporizing smoke of the flash. ...
that
was
it.
With the pop and flash of the bulb
the visage in the picture was the only thing left of her.
Somewhere betwixt jockeying
for position with her two closest friends
and the snap of the camera shutter,
she was lost forever.
Her smile- fixed and rigid.
Her eyes glazed over and blank.
A shell remained;
she functioned
yet,
where SHE actually went
no one ever figured out.
Dreams and plans,
vanquished with the vaporizing smoke of the flash. ...
#sadness
#frustration
#SelfReflection
919 reads
48 Comments
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