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In the passing
Of innocence
As the operations
Of knowing engaged
A part of her was lost
To that brittle stage...
Through her eyes
I could blindly see
How to set
Her trust at ease
....
In playgrounds
Of callused fools
Desensitized
To moral rules
I find myself
Easily pleased
'Cause all we have
Is all we need
...
Traveler Tim
I wonder if you know
that it’s you dancing between
the space of the ink
and the words falling
onto the pages
of the book of poetry
being written in my heart
 Nov 2017 Ignatius Hosiana
Cné
Rise and shine, first thing in the morning walking past the mirror.
Avoiding its reflection, not wanting to see its reflective picture.
Kneeling in the shower, hands pressed tightly to her ribs.  
Who is this frightened child?  Does she even exist?  
She took a step back from the world, no one knew she was alive.  
Now she’s grasping at her life, just trying to survive.
A tainted childhood in shame now fragile bones from self abuse,
don’t blame her though, she was only a child confused.  
How did this happen?  When did this begin?  
She seemed so happy, or was that all pretend?  
She had started at 130, or so,
but felt as if she had lost control.
What happened to this dear sweet innocent child?  
Her idea of beauty and perfection had driven her wild.
Minus 25 later she was so close.  
Almost 100 without any clothes.  
No one would touch her, they thought she would break.  
She told herself she was content with that trade.
I was 18.
~
I’m much better now in my adult discipline
eating healthy 3 meals a day purely for consumption.  
Yesterday, I skipped dinner in lieu of drinking wine.
Today at noon, hovering over my breakfast, I resign
Some days I struggle. Some days I am not fine.
But ...
I will eat my breakfast, lunch and dinner.
And paint my pretty pictures.
This was a therapeutic write.
It was all faintly lit gloom
where her silhouette wouldn't betray
if she was sleeping or awake
amid the thick smell of disinfectant
the world debarred from the room.

I trust not one of you, she would say,
moving germs, a tribe of dirt,
that's what all of you are
.

Countless times she would dress and undress
drenching herself with dettol
changed linen time and again
and her only pursuit of happiness
was denying even the closest an access
to evade disease only she knew.

Others would find in her
a diseased mind.

When she died
men were hired to burn her
and the celsius ensured
she had a germ free passage
to the next world.
 Nov 2017 Ignatius Hosiana
r
Somewhere just to the right
of that second star
in the sky

there's a black hole
******* the joy
out of life

Maybe I'll wave at the moon
as I fly by sometime soon

I'm tired of life's knife
skinning and carving,
notching it's time
on my bones

I'll decide the when
and the how, the hour
of flight

somewhere just to the right
of that second star
in the sky

where morning hides
like a thief in the night
biding her time

slowly waiting for the light
to leave these tired dark eyes

But not tonight, for tomorrow
there's still much to do.
For all the soldiers who risk their lives
         Lost their lives
              Fighting for their lives

We stand with you
             And
Give our sincere gratitude
We thank you for all you’ve done and will continue to do
To keep us safe
       And
Fight for us
You are American warriors and the Heroes to all....
I spend my short life building walls for a living

Walls that keep in my emotions
And walls that keep out the ones who would corrupt them

But the mighty castle I've built has many flaws

They keep me safe, but trap my negativity
They protect me from others, but not from myself

But the worst part is that these walls may as well be made of paper

They crumble with the slightest of wind
They melt with the lightest of rain

These walls hold me up, but never when I need them
Picking a row o' peppers taught me not to rub your eyes
Picking my own switch taught me not to lie
Planting corn by hand taught diligence and volition
Papa's razor strap instilled the wages of a poor-
decision* ...
Copyright November 9 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
There was a hint of love
and the smell of poetry
and the promise of eternity
and the taste of life
sitting on the edge
of her lips
and he was frozen
as if eternity itself had paused
to take notice
of the silk curves of her smile
and the gardens
of heaven and hell
that waited within her kiss
and she was no farther
than a dream away
and his heart trembled
and beat hard against his chest
and cracked his ribs
and he could not breath
or speak
as he helplessly fell into a trance
lost within the grace and beauty
of her eyes and the magic
that danced within
their swirling colors
and dark pupils
and she moved like the snake
and the charm
and he was wrapped
around her fingers
and a puppy in her lap
and she carved and reshaped
the broken and lost pieces
of his heart
and taught it
new languages of love
and the secrets of dreams
and that there was no sin
in acts of lust and pleasure
that start with a kiss
that taste like life
and promise eternity
and have
the scent of poetry
that leaves hints
to the ways
of finding love
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